4.5/5
I have read and watched many Autobiographies before. This is my first time reading an autobiography novel in தமிழ்!
All those books and movies have one thing in common. The ending will be a happy and colorful one. This book has the most tragic end of all. But in the end, I felt a massive emotion of HOPE!
Captain Gopinath is a guy who wants to experience everything. He was a military man; then became a farmer; after that, he had his gigs in Politics; then finally a businessman.
I started reading this book after watching a Tamil movie named Soorarai Potru. It was adapted from this book. I wanted to read this book first and then planned on watching the movie but, it didn't happen.
I watched the movie first and didn't like it. So, I lost interest in reading this book. As I wanted to try out an Autographical novel in Tamil for the first time, I gave this book another chance. And it was the best decision I took in a while. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book.
The one thing I didn't like about this book was the lag I felt in the middle. To be honest, I didn't like the chapters that showcased his experiences as a Politician. It's purely my own personal opinion. Some may like that but I didn't like it.
And finally, the one thing that defined this book is a poem written by Rudyard Kipling.
If—
By Rudyard Kipling
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!