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When I read “Tuesdays with Morrie”



My sister and I were casually looking through the bookshop at Gyanmandala, which sadly does not exist there anymore. I happened to notice the book “Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom among the shelves. My mind went back to the moment when during a family gathering, my aunt had told me about the book. I mainly read fiction books back then; still do now. My aunt prefers nonfiction books more. I remembered her telling me about this particular one and how I must give it a read. It was a pleasant surprise to have come across it in the book shop. I turned the book over to read the synopsis. It said:

“Maybe it was a grandparent, or a teacher or a colleague. Someone older, patient and wise, who understood you when you were young and searching, and gave you sound advice to help you make your way through it. For Mitch Albom, that person was Morrie Schwartz, his college professor from nearly twenty years ago.

Maybe, like Mitch, you lost track of this mentor as you made your way, and the insights faded. Wouldn't you like to see that person again, ask the bigger questions that still haunt you?

Needless to say, I was sold. I bought it.

Tuesdays with Morrie was not my first non-fiction book but it went on to become my favorite. The author Mitch Albom comes to know about the illness of his professor in college and takes a flight to meet him. They make an arrangement to meet every Tuesday; hence, the title of the book. They come up with a list of topics that they would like to talk about. They pick a topic to talk about during their weekly Tuesday meetups. It’s more interesting than it sounds. They pick topics like family, love, money, friendship, age and others. They are the most basic topics but this book creates a lasting impact. Morrie is a wise man and it is evident from his words. He really makes you think.

It’s hard to pick one favorite line or moment from the book, because the book is filled with them, to be honest. But my absolute favorite would have to be this one:

What if you had one day perfectly healthy, I asked? What would you do?  

 “Twenty-four hours?”

Twenty-four hours.   

“Let’s see … I’d get up in the morning, do my exercises, have a lovely breakfast of sweet rolls and tea, go for a swim, then have my friends come over for a nice lunch. I’d have them come one or two at a time so we could talk about their families, their issues, talk about how much we mean to each other.   

“Then I’d like to go for a walk, in a garden with some trees, watch their colors, watch the birds, take in the nature that I haven’t seen in so long now.  

 “In the evening, we’d all go together to a restaurant with some great pasta, maybe some duck—I love duck and then we’d dance the rest of the night. I’d dance with all the wonderful dance partners out there, until I was exhausted. And then I’d go home and have a deep, wonderful sleep.”  

 That’s it?   

“That’s it.”    

It was so simple. So average. I was actually a little disappointed. I figured he’d fly to Italy or have lunch with the President or romp on the seashore or try every exotic thing he could think of. After all these months, lying there, unable to move a leg or a foot— how could he find perfection in such an average day?  

 Then I realized this was the whole point.

We are so focused on the bigger picture, a materialistic living, making things larger than life, making an extravagant life at that; we sometimes forget that the joy is in simple things. We often end up taking things for granted, but when we can’t do those simple things, only then do we realize how much they mean to us.

Morrie was nearing death, imprisoned to his chair, needing assistance for the most basic of things. And yet, if had a day, he would do the average things he could do just because he could. This provides a great lesson of time; be appreciative of the things you can do. Take joy in the simplest of things. Because truth be told, that is all that matters.

Tuesdays with Morrie is insightful and enlightening because it is so damn relatable. It tackles subjects that we all are juggling with.

Thank you so much Mima maiju for mentioning this book to me. I shall forever remain grateful to you for bringing this book in form of bliss into my life.

This book is definitely a must read. I’m going to leave a pdf link here so you can have a look at it yourself.

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