The Better Man

The Better Man
  - Anita Nair

Overall a nice book, with beautiful descriptions of village life and people. But I was not as captivated by it as I was with other books by her. It was a little slow, and I didn't feel strongly for any of the characters (contrasting against Mistress, where I could empathize with all of the four main characters).

The story is skillfully woven around psychology of Mukundan, a man who is both in awe and terror of his father - a tyrannical man who bullied him throughout his childhood, trying to make him strong as himself, but only succeeding in driving him further and further away from it. While his father holds him in contempt, Mukundan hates his father for the treatment he gave himself and his mother, but at the same time, cannot help being in awe of him seeing how he is both feared and respected by the entire village. When Mukundan is forced to return to his paternal village after retirement, he only has one objective - to prove that he is a better man than his father. But he has to contend with the ghosts of his past, as well as his father, who still seems to hold a power over him. He befriends a painter called Bhasi, who has the gift of healing minds, however he is reluctant to commit himself to this friendship completely. It takes a trap that he easily falls into, one that robs him of the happiness that has come quite late in his life, to make him actually realize his own failings, and the real strength of his father - one that comes from within. The author does not provide a quick and easy solution to his wretched feelings, but leaves him with a realization of his mistakes and attempts to redeem himself.

The character of Bhasi was rather puzzling - it is difficult to understand his devotion to the village he has adopted, and even more so to Mukundan, despite the rebuffs. Although he is a main character, his story felt incomplete.

Long Pending (mini) reviews - III

Ruskin Bond - Room on the Roof/Vagrants in the Valley
It is a beautiful novel of adoloscence and coming-of-age, of youthful innocence and friendship. The story is warm and endearing, and flows at an easy, constant pace. It is tinged with a subtle sadness, borne out of loneliness and hardships of living in small villages in the hills.  I was almost sorry when Rusty has to end his carefree adventures and move towards adulthood, realizing the inevitable business of growing-up.

This is also written in Ruskin Bond's own special style - in first person narrative, simple yet charming language, and with vivid descriptions of people and places. In fact, it is difficult to believe that it was his first novel written at the age of 17!

Alistair Maclean - Golden Rendezvous

Maclean was the one who made suspense thrillers the first of my favorite genres (and it is only in last few years that I started enjoying other genres more). However, in this one, he wasn't at his best. His protagonists are typically highly intelligent and resourceful, and the story line usually borders on believable. But the protagonist in this one is too super-human, and quite a few turns are either predictable or completely defy logic, to make the story quite unbelievable. But it is still edgy, and action-packed, and has dialogs with that sharp wit which I so love about Maclean. Despite its shortcomings, an enjoyable way to spend a few hours.

Jeffery Archer - And Thereby Hangs A Tale
 

I have read quite a few of short story collections by Archer, and found some of them quite wonderful. But I remember that the last one I read wasn't that great, and this one felt like a total waste of my money (bought it at a railway station stall at the MRP). Some of the stories were good, but perhaps only one or two that were really amusing. Most of them were quite a drag, and I trudged through them, only because I kept hoping to come across another good one. Most of the stories were inspired by real-life incidents, so all I can say is - reality is not always stranger (or interesting) than fiction. 

James Herriot - All things wise and wonderful

I bought a copy from a second-hand stall, and what a gem it was! (as opposed to the brand new copy of the Archer's story collection).

I had read a few of Herriot's stories in Reader's Digest magazine editions long time back, and remember loving them - they were warm, amusing and brought forth some wonderful lessons of life. I remember craving to read more, but for many years, I didn't really have much hope. In last few years, I found about his books. But I never saw them at a bookstore, and was reluctant to order online, since I wasn't sure of the format of the book. So, the used copy I found seemed a pretty good deal - it was an original print, and was in quite a good shape even though it was old (and I love old books, as long as the pages are not brittle.)

This is the third book in the series, and covers his training days as a RAF pilot during the WW-II. The general mood is a little dark, quite naturally, due to the context of the war, but it is brightened by the stories from his vet days that are interspersed with those of the training. It frequently happens that a thought or an event will trigger a memory - that is the manner that he has adopted in this book. He is a gifted story-teller, and kept me enchanted through the nearly 400 pages. I love his sense of humor - most of the stories make you smile, and some even leave you laughing silently (though there are some sad ones too). As I read on, I found some stories that I could recall reading all those years ago! And it made me want to read the earlier two books, which I hope would be more cheerful, even more.

Conversations with Sid

I have missed posting the "conversations" series for a while. Perhaps as he is growing up, those innocent gems are not so frequent. Or perhaps I am not so faithful in recording them :( But here are some of them, collected in a long while (thankfully I did record them on FB, and was able to retrieve...)

June 17, 2013
Sid was fussing over his food. To instill a respect for food, I told him, "Agar aap khane mein aise pareshan karoge to Bhagwanji aapko khana nahin denge".
Very innocently, he asks me, "Mumma par aap to mere ko doge na!"

April 7, 2014
To keep Sid engaged, N had been playing cards with him. At this age the only game Sid can play is patte-pe-patta, so (for obvious reasons) N got tired after some time.
N: okay go and play with dadi nowSid: why don't you want to play more?
N: because I am bored
Sid: then what are you going to do?
N: nothing
Sid: nothing? But then you will get even more bored!

***

Few days back, one night Sid was driving me crazy (as usual), "what shall I do?" .... with not much else that could be done, I taught him a "new" (new to him that is) game - 'antakshari' of english words. He was having fun, but after a while he was stuck at "e". He thought for sometime, then brightened up, and said "economic". For a moment we were stunned, but then realization dawned, and we had a good laugh.
Any guesses where he picked it up from?

The newspaper - The Economic Times - N faithfully read each morning!

May 30, 2014
I reached home to find Sid having chips (a treat usually reserved for weekend trips to market).
Me: aaj is time chips kyun kha rahe ho?
Sid: (with a radiant smile): kyunki maine chips bahut Dino se nahin khaye
Me: (in an equally sweet tone): aapne maar bhi bahut dinon se nahin khayee ...
Sid: par maar itni bhi important nahin hai!

Nov 3, 2014
I had been reading a book titled "The Twentieth Wife". Sid sees the title, and asks me, "Mama, did you also read 'The First Wife'?

Nov 9, 2014
As I handed over a juice bottle to N, who was driving the car, Sid promptly reproduced this sage advice: "Papa, Do not drink and drive!"

Jan 30, 2015
And the latest person to be bitten by the poetry bug is none other than - Sid!!
He has been regaling (tormenting?) us with verse with rhyme (and no reason). Here's a latest sample:
Tenali Rama
Went to a drama
He forgot his pajama
Aiyyo Rama!
Bad genes? ;)

Eat, Pray, Love

Eat, Pray, Love
    - Elizabeth Gilbert

The author's journey from an abysmal state of mind, to discovery of happiness and love, is not as inspiring or enriching as I expected to be. But it makes for an engaging read, and did give me something to ponder on. I alternately appreciated and abhorred her.

At first, her decision to divorce her husband, and step out of her seemingly well-settled life, appalled me - how can someone just run out on their responsibility? But after a while, it made me think why should any person be forced to seek their contentment and happiness in the norms approved by the other people, even if these others constitute the majority of the society? And could it have been a really happy relationship, if the husband was unaware or unwilling to help her overcome her consuming depression (and that he could fall low enough to extract a settlement wiping out her savings).

I appreciated her courage in admitting to her problem of depression, and stepping out of a relationship in which she felt suffocated. I'm not commenting on whether she was right or wrong in feeling so, but the fact that she did try to take charge of her happiness.

Her writing style is charming and witty. I specially liked the way she has related her experiences in Italy, and to some extent, those in Bali. However, one glaring shortcoming is that in her explorations of these three different cultures, she is just the privileged, protected tourist, who experiences them in a superficial manner, with no attempt to understand or connect to it. This is particularly true of India, where she stays the entire time in the ashram, living a privileged life, isolated and sheltered from the realities that lied beyond the walls of the ashram. She also comes across as a self-indulgent individual, glorifying her own "special" self through out the book. And I'm sure the readers could have done without the extensive details of her intimate life.

A sense of reality is missing from her travel memoirs, and I think that is easily explained when you remember that she is being paid (a handsome amount) to visit these places and recount the story. She is not a real traveler, who would want to truly experience the place. This is no journey of "enlightenment", as it is projected out to be. If it was undertaken with the aim of self-discovery it fails miserably, it is more of a study in self-gratification. But, as a collection of adventures and misadventures, related in an engaging manner, it is an entertaining book.

An interesting book indeed, but I didn't quite get what all the fuss was about. Definitely not what I will put in my must-read list.

Random rant on everyday things

For last few years, whenever I happen to scan through the traditional hindi women's magazines, they leave me appalled/frustrated/infuriated - I am at a loss to find the right word.

One thing that really gets me is the language - half of the words in any so-called article are english, merely written in Devanagri script - when most of them have perfectly equivalent, easily understood hindi words. Why on earth?! If anyone wanted to read english, wouldn't they just read the english edition?

And much as they try to project themselves to be moving with the times, by using such language, and carrying a large number of articles on makeup and beauty, the mindset remains regressive. They continue to perpetuate the stereotypes in the stories and features they carry - the working, ambitious woman is vilified as one who rejects everything else including the family, while they eulogize the educated woman the height of whose ambition is to teach in a government school/college, and that too only when pushed by a "benevolent" husband. Makes me want to tear it up and throw in the face of the editor!

There was a time, when they used to carry some interesting creative ideas related to different kinds of hobbies, apparently not any more. These days all they seem to have are make-up and make-over tips, and some silly fusion recipes. Though I sadly admit that the reason for no articles on things like crochet, embroidery, knitting, sewing etc is perhaps that hardly anyone pursues those any more.

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.

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 :).

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.

One year with Just Books!

So, I have just completed my first year with JustBooks. And it has been a fulfilling journey, to say in the least. I read probably 5 times as much as I did in last 5 years :) ( and I was too busy reading,  too write any reviews on my blog!) I read a few books that I have wanted to from a long time, as well as some that I "found" recently - and this is in addition to a whole lot of Agatha Christie's(18) and Gardener's (12). Though honestly speaking, I stopped enjoying Agatha Christie novels after the initial few, since most of them seem so contrived and unrealistic, and I only picked them when I couldn't fine anything else of interest. Henceforth, I might still take up Poirot, but I think I am going to give Miss Marple a miss. Perry Mason I still like, despite the kitsch.

Christie and Gardener, which are easy, quick reads, I manage to finish in 1-3 days (that goes for other thrillers too, but I haven't read many of them in quite a long time). Others that have more "substance", and are more rewarding as far as the satisfaction of reading go, take me 1-3 weeks. I read mostly on my daily commute, and at home on some lazy weekends. The thrillers and mysteries are exceptions, as I will spend evenings and nights, because I find it difficult to put away even the bad ones without knowing the "whodunnit" :)

After a few months, I noticed with amusement, a pattern in my reading - I would take a serious (ok, that's a subjective term!) book, and spend weeks with it. Then, a little wariness would set in, I'd feel overwhelmed and  bored at the same time, and switch to something easier. So I'll take 2 or 3 of such in a succession, unable or unwilling to find a serious one of interest. Then, frustrated with myself over wasting time on the mundane, I'll dig out something with substance. And thus I oscillate between this subconsciously-created divide :) (Actually this observation is what made me classify my reads thus).

What I read (2014) ....

R K Narayan - Indian Epics Retold - Gods, Demons and Others

Sudha Murthy - Wise And Otherwise

Satyajit Ray - The Adventures of Feulda - II       

Preethi Shenoy - Tea For Two And a Piece of Cake              

Arthur Golden - Memoirs of a Geisha      

Anita Nair - Goodnight And God Bless              

R K Narayan - The Painter of Signs

Ruskin Bond - Ruskin Bond - Book of Humor

Elizabeth Gilbert - Eat, Pray, Love  

Ruskin Bond - Room on the roof/Vagrants in the Valley

Alistair Maclean - Golden Rendezvous

Sankar - Chowringhee

Anita Nair - The Better Man

Indu Sunderasan - The Twentieth Wife

The Books I Bought...

Jeffery Archer - And Thereby Hangs A Tale

James Herriot - All things wise and wonderful

Chitra Banerjee Divakurni - The Palace of Illusions

M T Vasudevan Nair - Bheema - Lone Warrior

Srinath Perur - If it's Monday, it Must Be Madurai

              

Abandoned:

Gabriel García Márquez - Love in the Time of Cholera
Meera Syal - Anita And Me

What I read (2015) ....

Indu Sunderasan - Feast of Roses

Kavita Kane - Karna's Wife: The Outcast's Queen

Nevil Shute - Pied Piper

I would have liked to write a review for all, or most, of these, but I guess I can't. I'll try to add a brief note at least .... 

PS (24/3/2015): With the initial enthusiasm, I have written a brief review for about one third of these. On to posting and linking.