THE LOST SPRING BY ANEES JUNG SUMMARY,THEME, TITLE- CLASS XII ENGLISH CBSE

THEME & TITLE

The “lost spring” has a tinge of irony. Spring is the best season of a year. Being full of color, fragrance and freshness, it is also a season of renewal and growth. The childhood of human life is often likened to spring, as it marks the beginning of human life and has a tremendous scope for growth. It is full of joy, pleasure and play. Children anywhere in the world are a source of great joy. But, ironically, millions of children like Saheb and Mukesh experience no spring in their lives, for their childhood is consumed in making a living. Education, play and pleasure are not for them to enjoy. They must work to support themselves and their families.

 

Notes

❖    Author's encounter with Saheb

●    Meets rag picker Saheb belonging to a refuge family from Bangladesh.

●    Question him about his vocation of rag picking and advised him to 90 to school

●    Promise to open a school

●    Felt embarrassed at making a hollow promise

❖    Irony in name and existence

●    Full Name 'Saheb-e-Alam' meaning 'lord of the universe

●    But deprived of even basic needs scrounge strut with other rag picker boys

●    Bare foot boys reflected extreme state of poverty

❖    Passage of time and degree of prosperity achieved

●    Reminded of a priest bare foot son in town of Udipi thirty years ago.

●    Longing for a pair of shoes

●    Thirty year later a boy of same age was seen in full school dress with shoes

●    Rag pickers still shoe less.

❖    Seemapuri on periphery of Delhi far away from it

●    Dwelling structures of mud. Tin and tarpulin with no sewage drainage or running water

●    Only boon valid ration card to get grain

●    Happy to live in an strange land which provides food grain than in their mother land without grain

●    Rag picking for elders their daily bread and means of survival for children a treasure of wonderful things

❖    Saheb's longing for childhood

●    Wish to enjoy pleasures of childhood

●    Play tennis, wear shoes

●    Watches Rich boys playing Tennis

❖    Saheb's New vocation

●    Work on Tea stall Earns Ids 800'pm

●    Appears burdened and forlorn

●    No freedom now

●    Tin container was heavier than his rag picking bag

 

I WANT TO DRIVE ACAR

❖    Mukesh

●    A child labourer in a glass factory in Firozabad

●    Wishes to be motor mechanic

●    Wants to learn to drive a car

●    Family unaware that child labour is illegal

❖    Working condition in glass furnaces

●    High temperature

●    Dingy cell

●    Poorly ventilated

●    Children lose eye sight at an early age

❖    Living conditions in Firozabad

●    Houses with crumbling walls

●    Humans and animals both live together

●    Stinking lanes

●    Mukesh; house half built

●    For wood stove aluminum utensils

 

Elder brother’s wife –

●    In charge of family members

●    According to custom cover his face with veil

 

Mukesh’s father

●    Head of the family

●    Poverty stricken unable to renovate house or provide education to sons

●    Only legacy he hand over is the art of bangle making

❖    Mukesh Grandmother's view

●    Their present state result of Karma.

●    Accepted her husband's blindness caused by dust of glass bangles as their destiny.

●    Thinks art of bangle making god given lineage.

❖    Vicious circle of poverty

●    No progress despite of years struggle Poverty, Illiteracy dissatisfaction Victims of middle man and touts

●    Fear of police, lack of leadership check their growth

❖    Irony

●    Bangle a symbol of Suhaag

●    Every girl child one day as bride will wear bangles.

●    become old with bangles in wrist no sight in eyes.

❖    Children Double victim

●    First by birth bordered by stigma of caste second

●    No hope : have to accept family occupation

●    ruled by Shahukaars, Middle man, police

●    Little desire to dream snubbed in childhood.

❖    Mukesh : as exception

●    Have dream to be motor mechanic

●    Practical does not have dream of aeroplanes.

●    Only few planes fly over Firozabad.