Sunday 12 March 2023

Church Bells and Darjeeling Tea

A very happy and pleasant book, if you are looking for one.


I picked up this book from a stall in the Bangladesh hall in Kolkata Book fair 2023. It was strange to have picked up an English book from the Bangladesh arena as per some of my friends. But the one random page that I opened of the book, its illustrations, its cover all just seemed so charming. They echoed and promised the same Ruskin Bond-ish charm but from Darjeeling and from a female point of view that belong to both India and Bangladesh. And I am so so glad that I picked this book up. It is just so charming.

Not that anyone cares (:P) but I would share one experience of mine with this book. I was sitting in a  beautiful cafe the day before yesterday at the heart of south Kolkata surrounded by warm lights, my Ma's favorite black and white marble flooring, white-colored and heavy old iron chairs and slightly cool unexpected Kolkata summer evening. Reading this book with a flat white and a brownie made that evening just perfect. The perfect happy book at the perfect happy place. It was a very good evening.

(Sorry for repeating) This is such a charming and happy book that I am glad I picked it up. True to what it promised at the first glance in the book fair, the flavor for Darjeeling presented here is partially, not entirely, similar to what Rusty's is for Dehradun and his school days, for all Ruskin Bond fans out there. It talks about the history of Darjeeling, of Loreto convent interspersed with  the history of pre- and post-independent India, how the culture of the British Raj was entwined in the Indian culture, Zeena's nanna, her family, histories of many other famous family's whom you will recognize if you are a Bengali. It is a walk down the memory lane, the nostalgia of a romantic age that is now lost to time. The illustrations add to the charm.

On its cons, sometimes the historical descriptions are rather dry. I did not mind it as in general I am interested in the history of the hill station but it might be a turn-off factor for many readers. There is no particular order or structure apart from Zeena Choudhury's school timeline, and that choice justifies the organization for me as well.

Overall it made me smile almost continuously and cry once or twice. The book is a happy autobiography of the writer's childhood spent at the Loreto convent. A very happy and light reading for one of the stressful work nights.

Happy reading! :)


Friday 10 March 2023

Do you need a watchman?

I will confess I am one of those people who bought 'to kill a mockingbird', read a few chapters but never finished it. My justification? When I tried, I was perhaps too young and didn't like the pace. I started 'go set a watchman' a few days back. The pace was slow at first, and I again doubted if I will be able to continue added to the guilt of not having finished its predecessor, the book of the century even by some people. But I was IN almost as soon as these doubts of mine began to surface.


In spite of all the negative reviews on that book, I really liked it. Might be more so because I haven't read the 'original'. So me not finding the original masterpiece enticing enough in my 'youth' wasn't a bad thing after all! Ah, life! ;)

When I as reading and starting to enjoy 'go set a watchman' I thought it would be interesting to play the reverse game. My friend ho has read both and like the second but adored the first says that if I like this book, I would absolutely adore that first one. He is quite a reliable person, so I trust him. I will still keep a gap of a few months or a year between the two, so maybe at the end of 2023 I will finish the year with a mockingbird. Soooooo excited! 🤩 Can't wait to gain that view and perspective.

Some, not all and not-exhaustive or a complete set of, bits that stood out-
some fun excerpts, some emotions, -

“ ...
The question, gentlemen—is one of liquor;
You ask for guidance—this is my reply:
He says, when tipsy, he would thrash and kick her,
Let’s make him tipsy, gentlemen, and try!

😳

“…
(Would You Speak to Jesus If You Met Him on the Street?
…”
😂

“…
Jem reversed his field and tackled heaven: heaven was full of bananas (Dill’s love) and scalloped potatoes (her favorite), and when they died they would go there and eat good things until Judgement Day, but on Judgement Day, God, having written down everything they did in a book from the day they were born, would cast them into hell.
...”
How sweet! 😂❤️

“…
I don’t know if I can tell you, honey. When you live in New York, you often have the feeling that New York’s not the world. I mean this: every time I come home, I feel like I’m coming back to the world, and when I leave Maycomb it’s like leaving the world. It’s silly. I can’t explain it, and what makes it sillier is that I’d go stark raving living in Maycomb.
...”
Ah!❣️

"...
Something that looked like a giant black bee whooshed by them and careened around the curve ahead. She sat up, startled. “What was that?”
“Carload of Negroes.”
My first book of this kind, of this aspect of history. I can’t express what I feel. Strange! But definitely not surprising.

I absolutely loved and connected a lot to Jean Louise’s discovery of Atticus and Hank in the court. The after effect on her seems a bit over-dramatic but still quite beautifully written. My takeaway was that I must, must, absolutely must read the “original”. If this controversial and slightly hated one is so good, how great the original must be!

“…
and was thumbing through it again when he said: “Scout, if there’s ever anything that happens to you or something—you know—something you might not want to tell Atticus about-
Huh?
You know, if you get in trouble at school or anything—you just let me know. I’ll take care of you.
Jem sauntered from the livingroom, leaving Jean Louise wide-eyed and wondering if she were fully awake.
... ”
💔❤️

“...
Blind, that’s what I am. I never opened my eyes. I never thought to look into people’s hearts, I looked only in their faces. Stone blind … Mr. Stone. Mr. Stone set a watchman in church yesterday. He should have provided me with one. I need a watchman to lead me around and declare what he seeth every hour on the hour. I need a watchman to tell me this is what a man says but this is what he means, to draw a line down the middle and say here is this justice and there is that justice and make me understand the difference. I need a watchman to go forth and proclaim to them all that twenty-six years is too long to play a joke on anybody, no matter how funny it is. ”
Chapter 13, unlike its previous two chapters started off rather slow, but then as the conversation between Hester and Jean Louis’ started with the latter's own monologue as well, it was ❤️.

Following parts were great too but I didn't make any updates or notes.

Recommended. Even more so if you haven't read the preceding masterpiece.

Happy reading! :)

Sunday 25 August 2019

The Secret Lives of Baba Segi's Wives, by Lola Shoneyin - a review

Picture courtesy: Amazon
This is the kind of a book I have always dreaded. They are to a large extent a true depiction, and many truths hurt. This book is about the household of Baba Segi (father of Segi, his first born) and his household consisting of his four wives and their children. The fourth wife is, as it would seem to the household, an unnecessary novelty - a graduate( :O ). Educated and independent and young. How will that determine the future of the household? The book was marketed with and indeed has a secret, but what made me read was the picture of the society that was painted, and very deftly so too, but not the plot to be exact.

The book starts with a traditional and seemingly perfect and happy Nigerian family set a bit behind its new educated class. The way established patriarchal ways of family establishment treat women, first makes me pucker my brow and nose in disgust; this creates a sense of wonder for this uniformity of horrificness across continents and oceans for women, and finally the partial benevolence emanating from the patriarch Baba Segi and his family for each other confuses my disgust. Why it is the way it is with Baba Segi, Bolane and his other wives? Baba Segi, mind you, might be sexist but is not a misogynist. He is a good outcome of a society which has certain different parameters of judgement, so don't hurry your judgement.

The story goes on and I realise a thing about myself. I never thought that I would find the use of poop humour intelligent! Yes, I just wrote it. Having written it, in this story this is a good use of humour to bring a sense of normalisation, which exists if you are living this life as many people perhaps still do, into these situations which will make human rights' carers go hoarse. Humour in sombre and deeply distressing situations saves the day. It doesn't make you want to kill yourself in despair, or engage in a heated debate but start a conversation from a place which is comfortable(for some reason), even enjoyable for the apt use of comedy and makes you think before jumping into a conclusion you already know exists.

It is my first fiction which closely followed the lives of these classes of African women whose sense of normalcy and ours clash like a battle of titans. They are not "strong" women, some may argue but are they not? Why Iya Segi, Iya Femi, Iya Tope and Bolanle are who they are? Are they justified? Are they to be pitied, or feared? Or should we just marvel at the way they tried to hold on to life and the carefully elaborate plans they make to conquer it.

Iya Segi's wisdom- is it just wisdom, or is it her cunning and deprived self finding a way out, and quenching her thirst through ambition? Why shouldn't she be who she is? She is ambitious, in control, manipulative but is the matriarch of the household. You dislike her first and then you somewhere starts understanding and even rooting for her almost sometimes.
Iya Femi- her story tells you the origin of the poison in her, and is it that unjustified? It is evil and dangerous at one side, but when you look the other way, don't you feel pity for her? She had once a promising life ahead, perhaps if life had given her a chance she would become someone like Bolanle, but then she lost all. She found a way out. Does she hate Bolanle also because she wanted to be an image of what now scares her current life's stability and existence the most?
Iya Tope- you are always rooting for her, and if you believe in god, you would perhaps pray for her.
And Bolanle. She understood these women. She could decipher the root of their hatred, she pities them while she need as much sympathy and empathy as all the others. She is kind with horrors of her own. Why was this life her choice?  And how long will she be able to hold onto it? I was waiting. Their stories were unfolding, and I was waiting for Bolanle to snap.

We sometimes detest the "family politics", which we many-a-times identify as a soap opera like drama. But this story, and many others like this makes me wonder. That drama is ever present everywhere. Sometimes it transforms itself into something we know as world politics. Our own mistakes, conditions, others' sometimes unmeant actions make these stories and claim lives. Whose fault is it? Then something happens, something snaps. The "unnaturality" of Bolanle, the insecurity of people whose own lives have not been well drawn arcs of justice but kind enough to let them build an almost comfortable and happy world out of it, make something happen.

Segi almost died. Whose fault is it? Mama Segi's? Mama Femi's? Yes, they deserve punishment. But why they thought what they thought? Why they acted the way they acted? I personally am sometimes so obsessed with justice, and yes it is needed, but how just will be a sentence on these women?  Would it respect the story and the life that lead to its pronouncement? And how promising or dangerous will be a pardon?

As the chapters go on, I wonder if this is a book or a soap-opera? You know the twists are coming and you still enjoy them. A known story which you relish for its drama discerning into the folds of human character in designed situations. They seem similar, but are not that much.
I have hated those soap-operas all my life, but I am relishing this book and smacking my lips. Have I gone the way of that insane old lady that all predicted me to be one day!? :( I had thought I would be an aantel-er version of the old lady. Seems not.

The characters seem to come to a well-predicted cliff, and to move ahead, they paid an intolerably sad  and heavy price. But then they took their courses. Only Bolanle and Akin gave me hope at the end, the other endings seemed befitting to the story arcs, but... you wonder

This was a humorous book and a moving drama which is also very sad and challenging if you take human rights seriously. The good thing is that it doesn't blame anyone, but gives an impartial observation with kindness and amusement on what somewhere were the tragedies of life.

I definitely recommend this book. I will give it 4.4 stars(so 4 on goodreads and not 5). But do read it. It is a bit different. 

There is supposed to be a play about this too. I hope I get to watch that someday.

Happy reading! :)

Sunday 2 September 2018

Loud chuckles with "We Go to the Gallery" by Ezra Elia and Miriam Elia

 "We Go to the Gallery" by Ezra Elia and Miriam Elia
Is it a book? 

No. It is a fun DUNG BEETLE BOOK book. It is a very fun DUNG BEETLE BOOK book. It is an amazingly brilliantly funny DUNG BEETLE BOOK book of pictures and art.

Art and fun!? Ooooh... B-D

Before you drag your kids through the contemporary and abstract(is it?) art galleries, as I might do in near future, please read this book.

It will tell you why you should or not. :P

An ideal gift for expecting parents.

I loved the creativity in putting the new words, especially- almost every set of new words made many senses and those might not make sense to your child as he/she is still just a child.

For its brilliant funny creativity and making my self-conscious chuckles louder and louder(ahem!), I give this book full 5 stars.

Happy reading! :)

P. S. I think I am quite liberal in my ratings and try to accept first and then inspect if that makes any sense! :P
The death of meaning! :O (Source)








Period.


Friday 24 August 2018

A quick short review of 'The Woman in Black' by Susan Hill

The book is one of the few relatively modern engaging horror novels. It is not a psychological thriller, but being written from the point of view of the protagonist gives it a flavour if being so, and I really liked that about the book.

The plot isn't a GRRM styled one in terms of excruciating details and intricate plotlines but I didn't miss the presence of that element. Perhaps it could also have been written as a short story, though I liked the length of the book. It is not grotesque but delivers the senses of fear through the perceptive senses of a rational, and I would say brave human being and relates simple but powerful descriptions of the natural occurrences, though mostly unrelated in logic but in the essence of fear with the supernatural occurrences, I would argue. But as you reach the end of the book, you do understand the enormous danger in the subtleties of fear with a heartbreaking consequence and end which I was literally dreading. Why that had to happen!?

The book is not completely unsympathetic to the perpetrator of the horrors. She had a terribly distressed and sad life, and there is an understanding of that pain. But understanding doesn't mean forgiveness or an open clearance to mad revenge and injustice. (On a completely different note, when I try to understand the workings of faith and religion this is the thing that I can never make understand both the parties- the ardent religious people and the hardcore atheists. Why, I wonder? May be there should be a little bit more patience in both the logical and illogical beings of the earth.)

I liked Susan Hill's style and perhaps would read more of her now.

I give this book 3.5 stars.

Happy reading! :)

P. S. I think I am quite liberal in my ratings and try to accept first and then inspect if that makes any sense! :P

Wednesday 1 August 2018

Musings on 'The Ice Dragon by G. R. R. Martin

A sweet little story, but a little different ending would have satisfied me more. I was expecting the ice dragon to return to her someday, healed, from the lands of always winter.

She became a summer child! Why couldn't she be a laughing and crying(perhaps) winter child? Is it all metaphors or is it real? Well, the song of ice and fire seems more real than this story of little Adara and her loving, faithful Ice dragon.

I was wondering if she liked winter and the ice dragon more because it was the time her father hugged her?
 Was it all because of the absence of any apparent love and care in summer, and it all returned when the shock of loss or fear jolted her senses and brought her back to her emotions? Her feelings which were always deeply buried within her unknowingly from her fourth year when she had heard that conversation between uncle Hal and father and which now the fear of loss had finally let out on the surface?

Guess we will never know but will keep wondering...

That's the beauty of a short story, isn't it?

I give this story three and a half stars... :D

Dear void, happy reading! :)

Monday 9 July 2018

Thoughts on 'Born a Crime' by Trevor Noah

You can tell that this book is not written by a professional writer but by a BRILLIANT SPEAKER. (Am I being dramatic? Not the first time.) It is AMAZING and you MUST read it. You can tell that the writer as a really honest descriptor. I love his perspective. It perhaps helps when you think critically without bias and find amusing some of the most horrible and saddest things that have ever happened in the course of the world history. Apartheid! From a child's point of view, and then an adult's.

This time was barely two or three decades removed from now in the past, and today when we talk so much about the human rights violation on the internet, as here now, somewhere these things are still happening in one form or another. Some of the times I was reading I was amused and chuckling here and there (Hail the great comedian!) but suddenly my eyes would tear up and the sadness remained. But still, I am not depressed. The best part of the perspective of Trevor Noah who indeed was born a crime is that in spite of the tragedies shaped up his life and which he writes (or in my head, speaks) of, he still had fun and you are still hopeful about the future.

Below I quote some of the most touching lines which sometimes stand on their own (for being wise or in other words plain T-shirt material :P), and my feelings on them (not that they matter! But perhaps they do too! :/ )

Born a crime by Trevor Noah

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“... It’s you and me against the world. ...”
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“... I chose to have you because I wanted something to love and something that would love me unconditionally in return. ...”
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The bond that Trevor and his mom share with each other is endearing. He was there because his mother wanted someone to call her own, just her own. Beautiful, and strangely sad with the hint of a tinge of a smile, isn't it? I am amazed by the personality of his mother. What an amazing woman!
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“... Why do all this? Why show him the world when he’s never going to leave the ghetto?” “Because,” she would say, “even if he never leaves the ghetto, he will know that the ghetto is not the world. If that is all I accomplish, I’ve done enough. ...”

... But I was blessed with another trait I inherited from my mother: her ability to forget the pain in life. I remember the thing that caused the trauma, but I don’t hold on to the trauma. I never let the memory of something painful prevent me from trying something new. ...

... Being chosen is the greatest gift you can give to another human being. ...

... It taught me that it is easier to be an insider as an outsider than to be an outsider as an insider. ... try being a black person who immerses himself in white culture while still living in the black community. Try being a white person who adopts the trappings of black culture while still living in the white community. ...
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I want to ask Trevor Noah about Teddy. What happened to him? What is he doing now? Where is he now? How did that incident affect him and Trevor's friendship - best friendship - with him?
(My goodness! Is it the story of his school or the story of a black market smuggling business!?)
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... In society, we do horrible things to one another because we don’t see the person it affects. We don’t see their face. We don’t see them as people. ...
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(What an amazing book! The truths of life, his observations- they make me cry and laugh with joy!)
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... I chose to live in that world, but I wasn’t from that world. If anything, I was an imposter. Day to day I was in it as much as everyone else, but the difference was that in the back of my mind I knew I had other options. I could leave. They couldn’t. ...
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(It is amusing and funny, but heartbreaking at the same time. But the good thing is that it doesn't leave you with a sense of hopelessness.)
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... Because there were some black parents who’d actually do that, not pay their kid’s bail, not hire their kid a lawyer—the ultimate tough love. But it doesn’t always work, because you’re giving the kid tough love when maybe he just needs love. You’re trying to teach him a lesson, and now that lesson is the rest of his life. ...

... But I remember standing there watching my mom, flabbergasted, horrified that these cops wouldn’t help her. That’s when I realized the police were not who I thought they were. They were men first, and police second. ...

... It is so easy, from the outside, to put the blame on the woman and say, “You just need to leave.” It’s not like my home was the only home where there was domestic abuse. It’s what I grew up around. I saw it in the streets of Soweto, on TV, in movies. Where does a woman go in a society where that is the norm? When the police won’t help her? When her own family won’t help her? Where does a woman go when she leaves one man who hits her and is just as likely to wind up with another man who hits her, maybe even worse than the first? Where does a woman go when she’s single with three kids and she lives in a society that makes her a pariah for being a manless woman? Where she’s seen as a whore for doing that? Where does she go? What does she do? ...
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(And the gold!)
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Trevor Noah with his mom
Courtesy: Sowetan Live

... People say all the time that they’d do anything for the people they love. But would you really? Would you do anything? Would you give everything? I don’t know that a child knows that kind of selfless love. A mother, yes. A mother will clutch her children and jump from a moving car to keep them from harm. She will do it without thinking. But I don’t think the child knows how to do that, not instinctively. It’s something the child has to learn. ...

For my mother. My first fan. Thank you for making me a man.
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His narrative had made me understand an aspect of apartheid which my history books failed to teach me. I know it was slavery and racism of the 20th century, but I didn't still know what it actually was and was capable of. Hailing from a developing country myself, some instances are too familiar and so are some imprints of a fair-skinned rule even almost a century after freedom, and the inherent racism that we accept even though we were the victims.

I LOVED this book, and would recommend everyone to read it, even the not-so-voracious readers! It's frankness and the ability to try to keep moving forward provides you with not only a much-desired understanding somewhere but also gives you hope and a lot of chuckling smirks (that make you wise, eh!? :P )!

I give this book FULL FIVE STARS! :D

Happy reading! :)