Thursday, July 18, 2013
There are many self-help books out there in the world. Some purport to tell you how to live your life, while others teach you how to manage your money. But once in a while, you’ll find a book that tells you the importance of enjoying life; of really being in touch with your inner self on a level that brings you pure joy. The first book that made me think like that was Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. But just recently I read The Sweetness of Life by Françoise Héritier & saw how this concept of real joy could really be experienced through words.
Héritier is Emeritus Professor at the College de France & is usually writing books on anthropology. She got an idea to write a book about the simple things that bring about the ‘sweetness in life’ when her psychologist apologized for taking a ‘stolen’ holiday for a week.
This inspired her to think about who was stealing what? If he felt so guilty about living his life, didn’t that mean that it was actually work that was actually stealing his life from him? That it was work that was keeping him from experiencing the smaller things that make up the essence of life. So she asked him & herself one simple question; “how much time is left for the average person to enjoy those activities that are the sweetness of life?”
So she writes about all the small & big experiences that amaze & astound her every day. From smaller things like ‘collecting mulberries’ or ‘phone calls made with no reason’ or ‘feeling your heart leap to bigger experiences like ‘seeing a pair of lions silently cross the trail in moonlight’ or ‘seeing Fujiyama or Kilimanjaro’ or the slightly hedonistic ‘sitting in the sun in the Piazza Navona in Rome in February while you eat a rocket salad & drink a glass of Orvieto’
While it’s easy to feel guilty about all the things you’re missing out on from this book; the other angle is that we need to start giving more attention to the things around us that we take for granted. It’s like the asthmatic patient who can help us understand the value of every breath.
This book struck a special chord with me because I remember how my first job in retail was depriving me of life. I finally quit the job when I missed the birth & 1st birthday of my younger niece; two experiences that I can never repeat.
This concept of slowing down & seeing the beauty of everyday maybe an easier concept to grasp for us who are older but it is true nonetheless. This beautiful, imaginative, evocative book is a wonderful up-close look into the collage that is our life. Or maybe it is a gorgeous book with visual imagery that spells out how to slow down, smell the roses, and feel the mystery & majesty that is our life.
TL;DR version: You can use this book as a bucket list of all the things & experiences you must aim for before you cannot feel them anymore.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Talking about a trilogy is easy; there’s just so much to talk about . I’d like to start at the beginning; the language. While the language & the dialogues are definitely better than Chetan Bhagat; they are also needlessly dumbed down. It’s almost like the girls who act dumb to get the big, smart man.
Having gotten that out of the way; let me admit – I LOVED the books. Yes it dragged it parts and yes the author Amish tries too hard to explain the stories but it all adds up to a rollicking read. (I’m so glad I found a book I can say that about!)
The first book is called The Immortals of Meluha. We start with the premise that all Indian gods were actually mortal & that it was mythology that made them Gods. Amish then goes on to amazingly tie-in the stories everyone knows about Shiva with a fictional storyline.
Shiva is the leader of a tribe of Gunas from the area near Lake Mansarovar. To save his tribe from the various everyday struggles they face, Shiva accepts an offer to join the advanced civilization of Meluha. They have beautifully planned cities, great governance & have developed the formula for the ‘Somras’ – a drink that grants longevity. Drinking it causes Shiva’s neck to turn blue; bringing to life an old legend of how the Neelkanth (the blue-throated lord) would save the world from evil.
Playing their part in making him realize his importance to Indian society is a list of characters that is a veritable who’s who of Indian mythology. From love interest Sati, to Nandi, Brihaspati & even Daksha; all these characters are well drawn & explained with great depth.
In the background, we also get an insight to the architecture, science & systems that were around in ancient India. The world Amish draws for us is so cool that it reminded me of steam-punk!
The three distinct empires are also well described; the methodical, systematic & rule-bound Suryavanshi Meluhans, the self-willed, headstrong, creative & individualistic Chandravanshi Swadweepans & the Naga Dandaka. The Nagas are the cursed race, looked down upon by both Suryavanshis & Chandravanshis due to the bodily deformities they suffer.
Shiva is still trying to adapt to his new life when he has to lead a war after an attack that appears to have orchestrated by the Chandravanshis & the Nagas. Displaying great military know-how & tactics, Shiva wins but manages to change everything he thought was true.
Entering the world of the second book, The Secret of the Nagas, is a necessary evil after the cliff hanger the first book leaves you on. The story of the deformed Nagas is so very well explained that on its culmination, I had goose bumps.
This book also introduces the fearsome Parshuram & Shiva’s son with Sati, Kartik; both names that featured in many of my Amar Chitra Katha books. There are two more characters central to the book but all I’ll tell you about them is that just their stories alone are worth the price of the book. The actual secret of the Nagas however, leads to a pretty predictable ending.
The trilogy ends with The Oath of The Vayuputras; a book that aims to tie up all loose ends. Shiva faces his toughest decisions, faces really unpalatable truths & finally leads the readers to a conclusion that is not only dramatic but also unnecessary.
With the world around him asking for more from him, Shiva tries to do everything & be everywhere. But that tactic brings big trouble to those he holds dearest. Now if you know your mythology, you know where this is going… but I bet you won’t be able to stop yourself from watching everything go down in flames.
TL;DR version: The Shiva trilogy by Amish may not be well written or have a great ending; but the research & thought gone behind executing this trilogy deserves all the love it has gotten for the author. It’s a fun masala mix with a great backdrop of mythology.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
All of us expats know the kinks of living in a world which isn’t quite ours. Some days we find ourselves in situations where all we can do is depend on the kindness of strangers. On other days, we find ourselves riding on the starry highs of being in countries where we can have experiences other Indians just dream about. And we all hope for lives where these two extremes come together to a happy medium.
All of us have stories of how the recession affected us; thankfully many of us Indians escaped relatively unscathed. However; many of those Indians in the banking industry did not. This book is a witty, funny & somewhat dry look at how the big bubble of the investment world burst in
Dubai. Written as it is by
a banker, guess I shouldn’t have expected much… but I did expect more from a
book touted as a fun short read. Oh, and forgive the English… not mine, the
Jaikishen Patel is a simple ‘gujju’ boy who just wants to make it big in the world of investment banking. His luck & talent combine to make him a part of a new branch of an acclaimed banking institution in
Dubai. There he meets a
motley bunch of characters; most of them well drawn, none of them unessential
to the final plotline. It is these people that define the stages of Jaikishen’s
life in Dubai.
Named Jack for easy recall by his ‘gora’ boss, Jaikishen then falls headlong
into a fast-paced world of business-class travel, million-dollar investments
& making sure he has plenty of fun on his way.
There is a lot of word space given to the actual nitty-gritty of banking; explaining to us lay-men/women what actually goes on behind the world of investment. It can get a bit dry reading all of that especially if, like me, you think numbers are just pretty looking squiggles. But I suppose, in all fairness, all that is needed to get a little background into what was going on before the collapse.
In fact, knowing what we do of how the recession hit the world, the earlier part of this book reads rather slowly, especially since we can see the impending doom & gloom about to strike Jack. He seems rather naïve in the face of it all, even when his dad tells him about the stirrings of recession in the
I suppose the ‘it won’t happen to me’ mentality is a part of all our
His colleagues & his life in
Dubai lend a rather colourful air to this
part of the book. But what I enjoyed most was his frequent trips around the
Middle East & Africa, where he would go to meet customers recommended to
him or referred to him by friends or his family members. Those stories light up
the book & if the author writes again, he should do something where he is
describing people & their anecdotes. The descriptions of the weirdness
& eccentricities he encountered left me wanting more of that & less of
the financial mumbo-jumbo. I also wish there was more of Dubai!
The romance in this book is rather perfunctory; almost as if the editor forced him to put it in as an afterthought. There are distinct sweet notes to the heroine but the chemistry is never brought out. It’s almost as if it’s the love story of our desi parents, never acknowledged but assumed by all of us.
Finally we come to the collapse; which is almost a character in itself. Bhaskar makes sure to point out how there was no way any investment banker could have foreseen it. The losses are huge & the reactions are manifold. I was strangely unaffected by the tragedies however; it was almost as if I didn’t mind that these people who’d been playing around with their money, had lost it all.
Which brings me to my point about this book: Bhaskar never makes it personal enough. Jack’s ‘dreams’ which are part of the title are never truly articulated beyond some materialistic things. He is a goody-two-shoes who is always doing the right thing while others around him keep being human & making mistakes. He never messes up his deals except for a tiny misstep in the beginning. His customers don’t have a riches-to-rags story unlike his colleagues. None of his customers kill themselves. His love story is also perfect. And then, just when he thinks he’s recuperated, he gets another golden opportunity.
Moral: Life doesn’t come wrapped in pretty paper with a bow on top. Unless you’re the hero in a P.G. Bhaskar book anyway.
TL; DR version: It is fun & quick look at how recession hit
However, don’t expect great language, local flavour or a taut storyline. Enjoy
the characters & the Indian-isms & have fun on the ride.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Books are powerful things. They can wield immense power over readers and keep us immersed in experiences that surround us a fine mist of joy or despair (depending on the book.) Then there are books that transport you to a different world altogether, a world that is full of characters & places that come alive for you & slowly become part of you. And even though you might never see those places or actually meet the people; you feel a kinship that is truly binding.
This book is about being from Afghanistan. The characters are in turn from either a remote Afghani village, from a refugee camp in Pakistan, or from Kabul or even from Paris after running away from Afghanistan. At the end of the book, you will be left feeling that being Afghani is something you can understand & relate with. In my case, I found myself being moved to tears about any news of Afghanistan on the news. It is almost like
I feel personally involved now; they feel like my people, those are my stories. Just imagine the power of a writer to be able evoke that kind of strong empathy for a place I have never visited – truly extraordinary.
At the heart of the story is Pari, a little girl born in a small village in Afghanistan. She has an older brother with whom she shares a beautiful relationship. After the death of their mother, he steps in as her quasi-parent, taking care of her & anticipating her every need. In the hope of giving her & his other children a better future, their father decides to sell her to a wealthy childless couple. All these broken hearts & intense feelings bring to life an ensemble of characters that are so well-drawn that you can almost feel them.
It is Pari’s story that you learn about through the words of their uncle Nabi who started off as a driver for the family that Pari becomes a part of; then there is Nila, Pari’s adoptive mother who is looking for love in all the wrong places & who moves to France to escape Afghanistan. There is also Idris and Timur, cousins, whose families left Afghanistan & went to the USA. They come back to Kabul saying they want to help in the rebuilding of the country in the aftermath of the many wars. Their motives may be questionable but their draw to their country is undeniably felt through the pages.
This beautiful & heart wrenching story spans generations & continents but never lets you go. I fell in love with the stoic, strong, dark, brooding father who was ready to do anything for his family even if that meant never seeing his daughter again – a daughter who was his muse; a daughter for whom he loved making up beautiful stories & fables. I completely empathized with the step mother who grew up with a terrible guilt that translated into something deeper as life kept dealing her lemon after lemon. But her marriage to Pari & Abdullah’s father must have lit up her world for a while. That is atleast my fervent hope.
It is also Nabi who captured my imagination by its throat. His story of how a small town boy did good in the big city is a perfect example of how small town India works & thinks. His earnestness endeared him to me & his love for his employer just made him more real. His non-judgmental recounting of how a loveless marriage fell apart is a near-perfect autopsy of the death of a family. His description of an Afghanistan under Russian attack, the repercussions, the rule of the Taliban & the American war is a searing portrayal of everyday life in Afghanistan, life that is never talked about in the news but is important nonetheless. Life tests his loyalties but he holds strong, only to come to face to face with a world he doesn’t understand but wants to change so that the future may have a chance.
Nabi’s story brings us to another character that I fell in love with gradually, Nila the poetess. The privileged spoilt brat who spent her life straining against the system & the things she was supposed to do. Her fight to be independent, to discover her reality & to discover the truth about herself is an incredible journey to be a part of. We get to see a woman growing up from being an insecure teenager into a poet who embraces her sexuality and then into a woman who is fumbling along motherhood. Through her story we also get a direct view of a country regressing into the dark ages by men who didn’t know better. Her insatiable search for love & acceptance is something most of us can relate to on some level.
But this review has to end with the characters it began with – much like the book. Pari & Abdullah’s story ends on a note that will not fail to tug at the proverbial heartstrings. There will be no spoilers here but suffice to say that when all these characters tell their stories & move away so this brother & sister can take centre stage; you will feel a sense of relief & closure that you had no idea you needed.
The TL;DR version : Read And the Mountains Echoed to feel a sense of belonging. Amazingly enough this book will make you feel right at home though it talks about places you might never know. Read it also just to marvel at how much Hosseini understands people, emotions & language. I am sure you will find atleast one character who reminds you of someone so clearly that you smile to yourself. I did.
After masterpieces like The Reluctant Fundamentalist (which is on its way to movie theatres soon); Mohsin Hamid brings another amazing piece of fiction our way. HTGFRIRA is a gritty & real look at small-town India/Pakistan/any similar country & how the multitudes there are fighting just to survive.
First of all, the best part of this book is that it is written as a self-help book. The way Mr Hamid plays with words is an inspiration to any of us with a love for language. He starts off every chapter with titles like “Don’t fall in love” or “Avoid Idealists” and then goes on to explain it in such a witty & engaging way that you cannot but want to know more.
Hamid doesn’t ever name his protagonist but keeps using the pronoun ‘You’ to describe the name character in the book – in one shot involving the reader & making the book completely representative of the everyman.
The book starts with detailing the nuances of a just-above-the-poverty-line family in a small town who get to relocate to a bigger town nearby. The older son has to start working; the daughter gets married but ‘you’ (the second son get to have an education; that’s where you start off your journey.
From almost losing his life as a kid to his road through school & college; this self-motivated & extremely self-aware young boy is completely focused on being able to build a financially secure life for himself. His mother’s death due to insufficient care only exacerbates this resolve.
But then he falls in love inspite of the chapter marked “Don’t Fall in Love”; this character of the ‘pretty girl’ is a beautiful & welcome respite from the constant ambition of the book. This is not to say that the girl isn’t ambitious, she has her own career path, going from being a d-list starlet to becoming an eclectic furniture boutique owner. While the hero has to forget about his romance; he manages to hang on to the last vestiges of his love & is haunted by these memories. It is almost like his personal cross to bear.
How the main character navigates through love, loss, shady businesses, unhelpful political & bureaucratic hurdles is a story worth reading; the examples given are reminiscent of experiences that I have either experienced personally or seen happening. I love how, for example, the protagonist starts off a mineral water business by putting boiled water in tampered bottles. At one point, when he is given a choice of bringing down costs by not boiling the water, he refuses to do it because he doesn’t want to compromise on quality. Because, of course, there are some lines that should not be crossed.
This hilarious & often uncomfortable style of writing is a great introduction to the Indian sub-continent & the way it works. It reminds me of Q&A before it became the godawful Slumdog Millionaire especially the nuanced dialogue. It is a welcome departure from books either bashing that part of the world or weirdly deifying it.
However, it is the last few chapters that truly ties together all of these messages & stories culminating in a weirdly satisfying yet not truly happy ending. I may be guilty of heaping way too much praise on this book but experiencing this author playing with words is truly a pleasure.
The tl;dr version: Read this book to get an amazing insight into the new & improved Indian sub-continent. This rags-to-riches story is written in a really cool self-help style that is both funny & brilliantly written.
We all think we know Shobhaa De, she’s been around the block, she knows where it’s at & we assume she’s seen it all. So when she comes out with a book talking about politicians & corruption we all automatically think ‘this must be real’ or atleast I did. I really hope this isn’t the real thing though.
Sethji is the title of the new novel by this extraordinary woman; it follows the story of the titular character, his two useless sons & his daughter-in-law. But along the way, she takes her own sweet time explaining, detailing & drawing out the idiosyncrasies of a multitude of minor characters. Suffice to say that the story is long, drawn out & as complicated as an Ekta Kapoor soap which is running in its fourth year.
Sethji's character is loosely based on an amalgamation of many UP-based ‘Netajis’ with a loose morality; a loose understanding of hygiene & with a loose & colorful tongue. He is on the edge of losing all his political clout when his younger son is caught up in a rape scandal but a clever tactic by his bahu takes the heat off for a bit. This starts off the story that is followed by the family being kidnapped in order to influence the awarding of a highways contract; which is then followed by a twist & turn of events that lead to murder, dramatic car chases & intense political shenanigans. One of these shenanigans includes a Thackeray-like character (Bhau) who with his sons & associates makes up the political & economic hierarchy in Mumbai.
It is Bhabhiji’s character that is the most well-defined after Sethji’s. She is the bahu that is the perfect Indian wife with a few glitches; her marriage is not a happy one & she is used & abused by all the men in her life. The true unhappy heroine.
The main characters are very well etched but that’s not saying much because she seems to give as much importance to the legion of side characters. They all are given back-stories, definite personalities & idiosyncrasies; which leads you to then start empathizing with them. After all this, it was so surreal that they only have small appearances & are never seen again after their character is explained; it is almost as if they were all dressed up with nowhere to go. A good example is Suresh; Bhau’s security head whose background is drawn impeccably alongwith his wife’s; whose battles of conscience & guilt are well documented & then he just disappears… never to return again.
There is also a lot of Hindi peppered throughout the dialogue; which is a bit jarring considering this is an English-language book. Being a Mumbaiite, I understand the Marathi dialogue but couldn’t come to understand the reason or the reasoning behind the dirty words that seem to be scattered throughout the book.
The sheer variety of subjects she covers is astounding; almost as if she had a to-do list of sorts that she was working her way through. De is an amazing story teller & really has a lot of things to say about a lot of things & this book was her perfect vehicle. I just don’t think if she was all that successful or maybe she just couldn’t build up the story or any empathy for the characters.
The TL;DR version: Sethji by Shobhaa De is a rather dirty, Bollywood-ised story about politics based in Delhi, Mumbai & Dubai. The multitude of characters & the incredible twists & turns in the storyline make sure that it will be a quick & fun read.