Friday, September 30, 2016

One Part Woman - Review


Kali and Ponna are one dream couple that every wife and husband dreams to have such intimacy between them. Nothing can keep them apart, not even when Kali teases his wife saying that he will go away with another woman. But, one problem is brewing between that happy couple and its eating them away every day.

The efforts to conceive a child have been in vain since more than 10 years.

Set in a sleepy town somewhere in Tamilnadu, this story gives you an insight about how Indian society treats a married couple if the woman cannot have a child in less than 2 years of marriage. 

With Ponna being called as a “barren woman” since she cannot give birth to a child, her friend circle has come down to almost naught. She secludes herself to home and finds warmth in her husband’s hugs at night. She cries to sleep when she cannot take all the insinuations made by people.

With characters like Uncle Nallupayyan and Muthu, brother-in-law of Kali, you are transformed into a world of conservative families where Untouchability still exists and higher castes are given all the privilege.

All their hopes of conceiving a child comes down to one so called chariot festival which takes place in the temple of Ardhanareeswara, the half-female god. On the fourteenth day of the festival, all the rules are made lenient and consensual union between any man and woman is sanctioned.

But, the ultimate test to the married couple is put forth when Kali is still deciding on this option but their family conspires to take the only chance to have a child without involving Kali in their decision.

Glad that I came across this banned book when Twitter readers are celebrating #BannedBooksWeek. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Sea of Poppies - Review


Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh


We all have watched many British era’s movies and marveled at the rich history our India holds even then. Anyone of you ever imagined yourself living in such an epic era and felt the desire to experience those intense moments where India’s future is going to be decided?

I have.

And this is the novel I am going to suggest you if you ever have such thoughts again. An intricate work of characters, with all the details which are not too much and not too less. Amitav Ghosh proved himself to be an extraordinary writer through this remarkable novel.

Although a work of fiction, it gently reveals the history of India during 1830’s of British rule. How
Opium used to be an important trade for British Empire during 19th century. Amitav pays a great attention towards the language and slangs used among people which brings the characters alive and thriving in each and every page. With the culture, the smells, the white people who ruled Indians, and Opium being the vital part of this book, you’ll never stop turning pages of the first book in Ibis Trilogy.

Aboard the Ibis, you’re going to get transported into a world of colonialism with a group of sailors and escapees, coolies and convicts as it sails down the Hooghly on its way to Mareech or Mauritius Islands. A book with a web of beautifully interlocking stories and characters. With Ibis as its bearer, people aboard journeying across the Indian Ocean will come across the Black Water and an inevitable fate is awaiting them.


A definite page-turner. As you come to an end of Poppies, you’ll thank god that this is only the first installment of Ibis Trilogy which means there is more to come. Enjoy this grand novel of ordinary lives with extraordinary tales; of rich and panoramic narration of a story.


Thursday, July 7, 2016

Norwegian Wood - Review



Where do I start talking about this beautiful gossamer novel? I feel so tiny to describe something so amazing which has happened to me in these few days. Murakami sure knows how to twist and turn those emotions which you chose to ignore and bury deep down in your heart. This book will amplify your hazy memories of teenage. Your love. Your crush. Those deep questions you asked yourself when you were in your teens: ‘What is going to happen to me in the future?’ ‘What is life and death?’ ‘Why does everyone seem like knowing what they are going to do with their life but I feel like I know shit!?’

Norwegian Wood made me feel nostalgic. Sometimes sad, sometimes happy, but most of the time I felt good just lingering with my memories; they felt like the dew drops on a freshly cut grass in my backyard after a drizzle of rain.

One more important thing was that I didn’t just connect to the protagonist, but I could connect with every character in this book. May be not wholly, but at least in pieces. Get what I mean? Yeah. By the time I got accustomed to the characters, and started enjoying the background described in the book, I felt an intense desire to make friendship with these characters in the book. Those limpid souls just struck the right chord in my heart and I don’t want them to stop playing that soft music which started soothing my heart. I didn’t want to stop reading it.

I wish the book never ended. That is the problem with good books. When you finish, you feel like you’re reborn and never want to turn your head from that phase of life. You wish life stopped then and there.

“You make it obvious you don’t care whether people like you or not. That makes some people angry.”

Not only that you connect to this on a spiritual level, you can even relate these characters with the people from your life. And, I’ve a friend who is just like the quote I mentioned above from the book.


I wish I were a character in this book. It contains characters which have beautifully twisted minds and hearts you'll ever come across. Don't miss it.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Ruskin Bond

Ruskin Bond has a very special place in my heart. I guess, I was in my 7th standard when I read the short story The Woman on Platform No.8 in my English Textbook. Of which I could remember every single detail because the language he spoke was so clear and straight from the heart. Also, I could relate to that story. As children, we were always warned about suspicious strangers who offer food or chocolates, and if we accept them that would be the death of us. As a kid, I was always intrigued by this because I have never seen a stranger who offered chocolates to me did any harm to me. They were all sweet to me and I felt it’s just parents trying to be overly cautious of others. I mean, how bad it is to live in a world where you can’t trust each other? How can you live in a society, among people, who you always have to doubt? Isn’t it better to leave that society instead of NOT living in peace or making peace with others?

‘I like strangers’ are the exact words to which I can relate to.

I have never seen any author who writes so candidly and makes me feel refreshed every time I finish a story. I’m so glad to have read Ruskin Bond’s books.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

X Square - Book Review

X Square by Srinu Pandranki


Angelina, a tall and slim girl with an athletic body is an aspiring writer at Stanford University likes to keeps her options open when coming to committing in a relationship. She was found dead in her apartment.

Gayatri Prasad, an Indian mother with a loving husband and a handsome boy categorized herself in ‘happily married’. She was found dead, has been pushed off her balcony.

Anne Martin, a French girl, possessing an angel-like beauty. She loved America right from the second she got off the plane at L.A. Airport. She looked forward to discover the adventures which lay ahead of her in this beautiful city. She was found dead, and brutally raped.

Shreya Dutt, a head strong, tough homicide detective and Kevin Holmes, who gave up his job as a detective to find some peace in his life was dragged into solve these crimes.

X-square is a novel which takes on the Emotional Intelligence which human beings lack. This story holds the suspense for a long time. Un-putdownable(if there is any word like that). The relevance of the title to this book itself is a shocking twist.

I would recommend this book to people who want to have a good crime-mystery read. Although this book has some grammatical errors, it wouldn’t interject with your reading.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

I'm a pigeon.

My mom has this habit of feeding sparrows and pigeons. So, I suggested her to tie a small bowl to our window sill, so that birds can come daily and have their food. She did. I love watching how those pigeons fight one another to fit on that window sill and have their tasteless seeds (don’t they get bored of same food?). Few birds wait in a row for their turn to have lunch. I really mean it, I saw few birds waiting for another bird to finish its lunch and it was the most magical thing I ever saw.

Order.

They follow unwritten rules to keep the peace among themselves. Isn’t that beautiful?
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So, today evening something has happened which is both beautiful and sad simultaneously. How? Lemme narrate this and I hope you have enough patience to listen.

My dad caught one pigeon with his bare hands for me. It’s his one way to show love towards me, also, amusing himself when he gets bored stiff. I was shocked to see that helpless pigeon struggling to get out of my dad’s firm grip. Its beautiful fluffy grey feathers all over the floor (how many days will it take for a full-grown feather? Is that time worthy of my dad’s time pass thing?). I asked him not to hold so tight fearing about its breathing function and its tiny stomach (eh?). My mom was suddenly so enthusiastic to hold it, and me, I was SO goddamn afraid that I’m making the bird afraid of our presence. What will it think about us? Will it think we are bad people? Will it come back again to the same place for food? Did we break its heart by taking away its freedom for few minutes in order to entertain ourselves? So many questions about its freedom. Finally, I can’t help but touch its soft feathers and pet it and say sorry like a million times in my head that my dad caught it to show it to me. I felt sorry that I made it uncomfortable by clipping its wings which are not supposed to. I’m afraid I have made it think “This is it. This is where I die”. Isn’t that a horrible thing to think, if at all it thinks?

After some time, dad decided to tie it with some thread to see how it will behave. My mom brought some of that tasteless seeds worrying about whether it ate properly or not (of course, that bird won’t eat forcibly and I’m pretty sure its appetite is dead by now).

After we tied, it is still trying to free itself and fly away. But, how can you little Jo? (I named it ‘Jo’)

I then started asking questions to her (in my mind, of course).

Do you now understand how it is to be like me in this house? Legs tied and wings clipped?

Do you understand how it feels to be force fed?

How it feels when someone uses you to entertain themselves?

Do you now understand how LUCKY YOU are when compared to me?

After some time, my mom started worrying about that we are worrying the pigeon in this hot weather. So, dad untied its legs to let it fly away and opened the window.

To my surprise, it didn’t fly right away. I thought it would be gone in a Nano-second after we untie it. 
But, no.

It was standing on the sill. Looking or observing something, or may be waiting for its friends or some unknown pigeon to narrate what just happened to it, so that other pigeons will be warned not to come this way to have food anymore (I was afraid about that!). May be it is observing the location not to come this way the next time. On a positive note, I also thought it didn’t think bad about us after all, may be it believed that we won’t do any harm to it since we fed it all these months (I was relieved but anxious).

When I stopped looking and turned my head, it flew away as if it saw something or someone. I wonder if the same pigeon is going to come this way again. Will it dare so?

I guess not.
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As much as I think about this pigeon, it reminds me of ME, in Delhi. When I had absolute freedom to do things which I always wanted to do. But, now, I can’t.


I’m exactly like that pigeon. It’s both beautiful and sad simultaneously.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

20 Questions - II

  1.  What is the last thing you thought about?
I was crying thinking about how my parents didn’t celebrate my first birthday and I don’t have any memories of that age. I don’t remember celebrating any birthday like my friends did with all their relatives, balloons, and cake. I only remember one birthday where I went to a photo studio with mom in my favorite white dress.

Isn’t it sad to know that when you look back and realize you didn’t make many memories to cherish?

  1. Do you regret anything?
Oh yes! Many things. One among them is, I couldn’t bring those awesome characters from my favorite novels to life.

  1. Do you prefer revenge or just pure jealousy/envy?
I sometimes imagine myself as the heroines in Sidney Sheldon’s books. Especially, like Noelle in The Other Side of Midnight where I am hell bent on taking a revenge for what was done to me when I didn’t deserve to be treated that way. So, yeah, definitely revenge.

  1. Would you rather go to a party or out of town?
Not a party person. You’d definitely find me sitting on a chair, all alone, staring at my phone screen for no reason if am in a party. Out of town sounds cool.

  1. Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?
Yes, I am. It’s a painful process.

  1. When was the last time you held someone’s hand?
Hahaa. Sad question.

  1. Who can you tell everything to?
I don’t think I have a person in my life who knows EVERY SINGLE THING about me. I’m afraid, I’ll be a burden to them.

  1. Missing someone right now?
None.

  1. What’s the seventh text message in your inbox say?
Message from IRCTC. Your Tkt Cancelled. PNR, 4632405290, Amt 1160 will be refunded in your account.

  1.  Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
When I left Bangalore last time. And I know I will regret that moment in future.

  1. Who/What would you like to see right now?
Sunset. Beach. Sitting in the sand with my best friend and just staring at the waves as the sun sinks into the horizon.

12.   Is there an empty place in your heart?

Yeah, well. I don’t know that myself.

13.   Do you count down the days till anything?

Right now, counting days till my college starts.

14.   What are your chances of getting with your crush?

I have many crushes. I don’t think I have a chance with them in near future.

15.   When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry?

Today. Message by my friend which was hilarious! :)

16.   What color are your eyes?

Black. I would loooove to have light brown eyes.

17.   What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?

Left alone with my thoughts.

18.   Name three things you would not tolerate in a relationship?

Taking my gestures/love for granted, nagging, overly possessive.

19.   What famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with?

Ruskin Bond, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Elon Musk, Osho, Ayn Rand.

20.   What is the best part of traveling?

Staring out the window and thinking about how beautiful life is!