Friday, March 27, 2015

Long Pending (mini) Reviews - II

Arthur Golden - Memoirs of a Geisha

This is a book I had wanted to read for a long long time. But I wasn't sure I wanted to buy my own copy, so the library membership proved to be a good answer. I had always assumed that it is autobiographical, and was also led to believe so by the cover and the preface, but later on learnt that it was perhaps more of historic fiction.

It is quite a big book, but very engrossing and captivating, with a beautiful, fluid prose. It gives a wonderful insight into the geisha culture and life, their trials behind the sophistication they present. I found it captivating, but I couldn't be as ecstatic as many of the reviews of the book and the movie I had come across.


Anita Nair - Goodnight And God Bless
I had read two of her novels earlier, and loved them, and was therefore encouraged to read this collection of musings. It was very well written indeed, with a lovely collection of memories and thoughts, giving an aura of calm and peace. I find her writing poetically beautiful, she seems to paint an interesting picture into the mundane. I savored it slowly, but at last I had to return the book (and also was looking to read something fast paced). I finally bought a copy of my own a few days back, it has been on my bedside, and I love reading a few pages before going to sleep.

           
R K Narayan - The Painter of Signs
Unfortunately, another of Narayan's book I didn't like. The writing itself was wonderful, with engaging descriptions of people and places, but the story didn't work for me. I couldn't sympathize with either of the two main characters. Raman, the painter, is rather self-centered, weak character. Daisy, the fiercely independent woman and family-planning evangelist, is humorless and inexplicable. The treatment they give each other is deplorable, and Raman's behavior being truly abominable.

Ruskin Bond - Book of Humor
Ruskin Bond's writing always has a charm and humor. He is a natural storyteller, and his simple yet elegant language and vivid descriptions are heart-warming. But this collection of humor stories, narrated in his inimitable style, is absolutely delightful. One can't help but love the adventures (and misadventures) of young Rusty, and feel just a little twinge of sympathy for his loneliness. When I finished it, I felt that I must have a copy in my collection, and I hope that Sid can enjoy it in near future.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Long pending (mini) reviews - I

R K Narayan - Gods, Demons and Others

With an author of such stature as Narayan, and my interest in stories from Hindu mythology, my expectations were very high. Sadly, it fell short, way too short. I was already familiar with most of the stories, so not much new there. But my major source of disappointment was the way the stories were told - it was kind of bland, and I found it lacking in the author's insights or interpretations. More like a text book or documentary.

In fact, the edition I was reading, included "Indian Epics Retold" (Ramayana and Mahabharata), but I was too disappointed by the stories to even try reading these. In contrast, the several interpretations of Mahabharata that I have read, were very well told (disregarding the fact that I had issues with their perspective) that I enjoyed reading them despite knowing the story quite well.


Sudha Murthy - Wise And Otherwise

I had wanted to read this book for a long time, when a blogger friend had recommended it. Because of a momentary memory lapse, once bought another book while I wanted this one. Finally got a chance to read it, when I found it in the library.

The anecdotes presented in this collection depict different facets of human nature, and made an interesting read. Quite a few of them touch the heart. It is an easy read, but calls you to ponder .

I had slight misgiving though. She might be a great person, but I didn't find her a wonderful writer; for me, the worth of this book lied in its content. I also had this uncharitable doubt that she expected the people she helped, to owe her a debt of gratitude. But even if it is so, that's also one aspect of human nature.

Satyajit Ray - The Adventures of Feulda - II 

This was one of the better Sherlock Holmes spin-offs, complete with a Dr Watson, but I found it too late. I would have definitely enjoyed it back in my school days. But being wiser with age, several readings of original Sherlock Holmes, and exposure to more sophisticated suspense thrillers, I couldn't find a fascination in it. I had picked it because of some friends' enthusiastic recommendation and it's reputation as one of Ray's masterpieces, but I had to almost force myself to finish it.


Preeti Shenoy - Tea For Two And a Piece of Cake  

I still wonder why did I ever read this one? The question is rhetoric, I can remember the reason - I was looking for some reading that wasn't very serious, but which was not frivolous either; and a friend recommended this as an enriching but light story. But despite it's lovely title and the quaint cover, it's not even remotely enriching. At best, what is called a beach book - read on an idle vacation, and leave it there when you come back. Too predictable, the kind of storyline that has been rehashed in typical romances. I guess the only way its better than a M&B is that you get two for the price of one.

Varsha Sameer (Barsaat ki aati hava)


वर्षा समीर
- हरिवंश राय बच्चन (सतरंगिनी से)

बरसात की आती हवा।

वर्षा-धुले आकाश से,
या चन्द्रमा के पास से,
या बादलों की साँस से;
        मधु-सिक्त, मदमाती हवा,
        बरसात की आती हवा।

यह खेलती है ढाल से,
ऊँचे शिखर के भाल से,
आकाश से, पाताल से,
        झकझोर-लहराती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

यह खेलती है सर-वारि से,
नद-निर्झरों की धार से,
इस पार से, उस पार से,
        झुक-झूम बल खाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

यह खेलती तरुमाल से,
यह खेलती हर डाल से,
लोनी लता के जाल से,
        अठखेल-इठलाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

इसकी सहेली है पिकी,
इसकी सहेली चातकी,
संगिन शिखिन, संगी शिखी,
        यह नाचती-गाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

रँगती  कभी यह इन्द्रधनु,
रँगती  कभी यह चन्द्रधनु,
अब पीत घन, अब रक्त घन,
        रँगरेल-रँगराती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

यह गुदगुदाती देह को,
शीतल बनती गेह को,
फिर से जगाती नेह को;
        उल्लास बरसाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

यह शून्य से होकर प्रकट,
नव हर्ष से आगे झपट;
हर अंग से जाती लिपट,
        आनंद सरसाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

जब ग्रीष्म में ये जल चुकी,
जब खा अंगार-अनल चुकी,
जब आग में यह पल चुकी,
        वरदान यह पाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।


तू भी विरह में दह चुका ,
तू भी दुखों को सह चुका,
दुःख की कहानी कह चुका,
        मुझसे बता जाती हवा;
        बरसात की आती हवा।

I had read this poem long time back in school, but it used to be titled 'Barsaat ki aati hawa' (or at least that is what I remember). I had been searching for this poem far and wide, for years and years. After several years, I came to know that this is from the collection 'Satrangini'.  But still could not find it in the online poetry sites, though they had some other poems from this collection. At last, I managed to locate a copy in the library, though in another branch; and after waiting in anticipation for several days, I was finally able to savor this lovely poem again :).

Friday, March 13, 2015

Asura – Tale of the Vanquished



Asura – Tale of the Vanquished
-        Anand Neelakantan

History is written by the victorious - which has an inherent implication that the victor would be glorified and the defeated, condemned. But what if the legend we have always believed in, is not really the truth, at least not the complete truth. That is why a story from the perspective of Ravana, one of the most vilified creatures in Indian mythology, offers a great promise. The author has stripped off the divine or supernatural manifestations, and presented a rational interpretation for the myth, though from the perspective of the other side. Thus, devas, asuras, gods, vanaras, are all humans, with very human emotions, motives, ambitions, conflicts. The book is composed of a series of chapters, each in the voice of Ravana, or of Bhadra, his servant and a member of the most marginalized class of people. Together they bring out a broader picture of the society, demonstrating the dreams, ambitions, needs, dejection, despair of the different classes.

The story starts at the point when Ravana is lying defeated and approaching death in the battlefield, reflecting back on the journey of his life - the story of the rise of Ravana, from an impoverished, down-trodden, almost-an-orphan boy, to a mighty king, and his downfall, due to his own faults and mistakes. He aspires to live as a complete human being, holding onto all the ten emotions (or bear the ten facets  – hence the name dashanana), with no ambition towards godliness. I appreciated the fact that though in relating Ravana’s story, the author has presented a justification of several of his actions, but has not glorified him entirely. He has his faults and weaknesses, including mis-perception of his own greatness. Despite his better intentions, he is not benevolent or fair, and suffers from a blind ambition and insatiable ego. I ended up feeling both dislike and sympathy towards him. Ravana’s thoughts or dialogs to himself at many places are quite thought provoking and poignant, for example, "I didn't know then, but I had been born to fulfill someone else's destiny. To allow someone else to become God."

Creating the character of Bhadra serves as a great device to expose the true character of Ravana (as opposed to how he perceives himself), and contrast the rise of the mighty ruler, and the rich and powerful, with the life of the common man, whose ambitions are forever thwarted, and whose life never change for better, irrespective of who is in the power. Bhadra appears as a single, identified character, whom coincidence brings an important role in every significant event in Ravana’s life. But he represents the countless faceless, expendable people, who suffer so that the great can earn their glory. There is nothing but pity you can offer Bhadra, for his suffering, as well as his blind devotion towards an undeserving leader.

Even though Ravana’s character is grey, the devas, including Rama, and especially Indra, are painted in a rather deep shade of black. I myself have never found devas and Indra quite redeemable, as they appear in the mythology. Rama may have been a just and kind ruler (though this book suggests otherwise), but I do not agree with the tag of Maryada Purushottam. So, I do not have a particular objection to the negative portrayal, but perhaps they could have been shown to have some positive qualities as well. The author has highlighted the issues of strong caste system that was prevalent in the deva society that he has sketched, and we know how our society has indeed suffered, and still does, due to the caste system. While the social evils of the deva society are quite easy to believe, I am not so sure about the idealism of the asura society, especially in its great past.

The book is based on a vastly interesting premise, and is worth reading and pondering with an open mind, without prejudiced notions. However, it is not without its share of faults, rather I think that it has more than its share of them.

One of the problems is poor editing. There are simply too many spelling and grammatical mistakes, and at places there are words missing from sentences. In this respect, it’s quite a pain to read through. 

Several phrases, ideas, arguments have been repeated over and over again, that it had me silently screaming in frustration. The book was a little too big, and I am sure that avoiding these repetitions and observing brevity (with discretion of course), would have made it much more fascinating.

Another complaint I have is that the author contradicts himself often. For example, he starts a paragraph where he states that asuras’ was a casteless society, and after a few sentences he mentions that Ravana’s mother hailed from an elite tribe. He states that asuras were a democratic society, governed by a council rather than a king; and a short while later speaks of great asura kings of the past. For a few chapters, he keeps up how Ravana is disenchanted by his to-be-wife Mandodari, and how Mandodari is indifferent to him after marriage and does not allow intimacy. Then all of a sudden, comes up the mention of a child born to them and Ravana’s love and fascination towards his wife.

I also had a big issue with the language. It has an over-abundance of modern day terminology and phrases, some of them rather clichéd, which don’t suit the time in which the story is set, and which feel out of context and quite jarring.

Overall, I appreciated the author’s courage in challenging the belief that has been deemed sacred for centuries, and much of the rationale he has put forth can be believable and provides a food for thought. I thought it rather unfortunate that almost half of the criticism it received was solely due to the fact that it questioned this belief. The narrative was wonderful and kept pace, and I could not put it down, despite the flaws. However, these flaws were big enough to prevent it from being the great book it could have been.

I have read a lot of mythological fiction recently, and irrespective of whether I liked or agreed or not, it has definitely intrigued me. However well you might know (or think you know) the story, there are always interesting new stories to be found. In “Asura” I learnt of the legends of Vedavathi and Shambuka, of which I was not aware, or could not remember.