There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore:
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
I watched the movie Into the Wild yesterday. It’s the true story of a young graduate named Christopher McCandless, who is exasparated with society and “civilized life” and journeys “into the wild”. Prasanthettan had told me the story while we were climbing Thadiyandemol in July.
McCandless starts on his journey with nothing but some supplies in his backpack. He stops occasionally and works for a while and again continues his journey. At last one winter, he reaches Alaska, where he set out for. After surviving for more than three months in an abandoned bus, he decides to return to society. But to his surprise, he finds that when the snow melted, a swift flowing river blocked his path, and there was no way he could go back, at least for a while. Animals no longer came to the place, and he had nothing to live on. He started trying out wild berries, using a flora and fauna guide as his reference. Later, he tragically discovers that the berries he ate were poisonous, and he dies a slow and painful death.
It’s one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. And there’s a lot about it that makes you think.