Monday, January 22, 2018

Book Review (!) - The Day The Crayons Quit, Drew Daywalt

The Day The Crayons Quit, Drew Daywalt (Image Source - Google)
OK, first of all, there is no rule that forbids grown-ups from reading children’s fiction. Second, there is no rule that prevents one from reading a book that was bought as a gift for one’s nieces either. So, as I had bought this book for my lovable little niece, after reading the recommendation from a dear friend, I decided to flip through the pages casually. But to confess, I ended up reading through the book with rapt attention. What a cute little tale to tell one’s little ones!

Little Duncan opens his crayon box one day, only to find a bunch of letters from all the colors that have decided to quit helping him color his pictures. Reason? They feel the ‘injustice’ of either not being used enough or being used to the point of ‘exhaustion’. The colors have all decided to leave letters to Duncan expressing their ‘grievances’. How poor little Duncan cleared their resentment by way of a creative – literally – solution is what all this book is about.

The book lasted hardly through a cup of green tea, but it will definitely stay on in the heart a lot longer. Once in a while, it feels very nice to shed all the pretenses of being a grown-up and indulge in such cute little books. So, if you are looking for a funny little read, not even long enough to be the preface of one of your serious big books, pick this up. You’re sure to forget yourself and relish a chuckle or two reading through the crayons’ complaints. Happy reading!

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Madhaniya - A Song For All Music Lovers


Madhaniya, Neha Bhasin (Image Source - Google)
Neha Bhasin! 💓

One of the magical voices out there. She can sing deep, soulful melodies that bring to mind the rustic damsel, roaming the vast farmlands of Punjab, searching for her estranged beloved. Or, foot-tapping naughty numbers of fun and frolic. She is as good at singing the native songs of Punjab as she is at rendering vamp-like croons.

Here she is singing one such a soulful melody. This song is of a girl taking leave from her parents' house after getting married. Every married woman can clearly recall the pain she felt during that moment of both pleasure and pain. Dedicated to all the married women here, who know what it feels like, to leave one house to make another. 

Though I understand less than even a smattering of Punjab, her voice conveys all that melancholy without even the need for words. After all, isn't music a thrill that transcends all the barriers made by humans?! 💓

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Book Review – Masterpieces of Indian Art, Dr. Alka Pande

Masterpieces of Indian Art, Dr. Alka Pande (Image Source - Google)
The literary world has almost always looked down with disdain at the so-called ‘coffee-table books’. These books are considered as a not-so-serious-dabbling into their subjects, there only to serve the purpose of decoration and casual browsing. Though not all coffee-table books deserve such treatment, this one lacks the merit to be a work worthy of respect.

While I bought this, I was so glad at having added another book of art history to my collection. But this book has more flaws than merits. Grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and even a glaring factual error make for uneasy reading. Just imagine the level of carelessness in preparing and editing the work, when it calls John Ruskin as the ‘ninth century art critic’, instead of ‘nineteenth century’. Another annoying aspect is that there are many photographs of artworks that are not discussed in detail and there are discussions on art pieces for which there is no photograph presented. This book thus fails to fulfill the role of an encyclopedic tome too.

The writing is not much inspiring either. If you have already gone through ‘The Wonder That Was India’, by A.L. Basham, then you can simply skip this book, unless and of course you want to own a nice-looking coffee-table decorative piece. This is a book that could have been and should have been better, considering the richness of the topic it is dealing with and the number of awards the author has won. But, alas, this book simply stirs up a passion for Indian art and leaves it unquenched.

A masterpiece this isn’t meant to be!

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Book Review – Two, Gulzar

Two, Gulzar (Image Source - Amazon.in)
Expectations are the bane of mankind. From hermits that expect to attain salvation through penances to lesser mortals trying to reap the benefits of hard work, we are all driven by expectations of one kind or the other. No wonder then that we readers have our own expectations too – to see every book that we read leave upon us a lasting impression or a meaningful lesson. Especially if the book happens to be from our favorite authors or on our favorite topics, our expectations soar high. But, like most, a reader’s expectations too fail, at least once in a while. 'Two' is one such a disappointment. This being the work of Gulzar, a man with the knack of conveying so much in so few words, I opened it with a lot of expectations, but only to be disappointed.

Gulzar is one of those innumerable victims of the India-Pakistan partition. Being a famous writer, he has time and again recounted in his works the horrors of that blood-soaked period of modern Indian history. Like many people who had their roots on either side of the border ripped out, he too nurtures within his heart a desire to see both countries get united. Or, at least, stop quibbling like 'school boys', to borrow his words. He has always tried to heal the wounds of partition through his poems and short stories. This time, he has attempted to do the same through a new format - the novella.

This novella by Gulzar, details the calm lives of the people of Campbellpur, in that part of the country that was to become Pakistan, the chaos preceding partition, the turmoil that befell them during partition and the horrors that awaited them even during the much more civilized, modern, later days. A school teacher and his simple family, an ageing courtesan, a rich landowner forced to abandon all his wealth, truck-drivers, dhaba owners, men of narrow ideas and great ideals all form the ensemble in this emotional work. Many of them leave 'Pakistan' by foot, while a bunch of them leave by truck. But even after coming to the other side of the border, they don't find solace. They remain refugees at an emotional level, with memories of their ancestral land haunting them. Then there are the conflicts that kept happening well within and outside their country of refuge - India-Pakistan war, rise of Bangladesh, Kargil war on the outside, and the 1984 anti-Sikh pogroms on the inside. Thus, like 'the dry leaves falling from the trees', they are left unhinged, thrown here and there at the whims of the political winds.

The book is brilliant in parts, be it the formation of characters, depiction of events or flow within chapters. One can feel Gulzar's indignation and deep pain at the turn of events that cleaved the great nation into two. But seen as a whole the book isn't what you'd expect from someone like Gulzar. The book simply feels like a bunch of emotional events melodramatically cobbled together, using the thread of Partition. Of course, the book is said to be based upon real events, recounted by the families that went through the pain of partition, but somehow, it doesn't all stick together as a whole. May be, Gulzar was involved in this work more as a victim, dealing with it more at an emotional level, than as an author.

A nice, simple read, from an author renowned for painting vivid pictures with his words. The book can also serve as a reminder or as an introduction to that gory part of our collective past. But as a work of literary quality, it simply doesn't count for much.

'Two' is a good book, but the parts here simply don't add up to form a perfect whole!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Book Review – When Breath Becomes Air, Paul Kalanithi

When Breath Becomes Air, Paul Kalanithi (Image Source - Google)
‘At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet’, it is said. But one cannot say the same about Death. When Death arrives calling, not everyone stays brave or becomes a philosopher. Not all of us remain the proud humans that we are during our lifetimes, but go begging for another lease of life, no matter however brief that might be. Very few of us have the courage and composure to meet Death face-to-face, contemplate their life so far, take stock of their purpose and progress, and then, finally, do something that would fill them with the satisfaction of leaving behind something worthwhile, something that could set apart their sojourn on this planet from the billions of others. Paul Kalanithi’s was, fortunately or unfortunately, one such life that acquired a glowing purpose and meaning, sadly more during his final phase of life.

Paul Kalanithi was the second of three sons of an Indian couple settled in America. He had everything going for him. A comfortable life with family, marrying the love of his life, pursuing a career as special and as advanced as neurosurgery, reputation that could have landed him a plump career as soon as his training ended. But he also had something else too – lung cancer of an advanced stage. All his plans for the future suddenly vanished like mirage. With a life now cut short due to illness, Paul launched deeply into questions of existential nature, questions he had felt even while he was riding the crest of the tide.

This book is the answer to his questions about the meaning and purpose of human life. And, what an eloquent and poetic answer this has turned out to be! Published posthumously, this memoir recounts Paul’s early life in detail, telling us about what led to his decision to pursue a career in neuroscience, his early days as a resident surgeon and his ascent to glory. Then come the details of his illness, the various stages of cure that were tried and his frantic, determined quest to find the meaning for his life, whatever little was left of it. His wife Lucy’s epilogue is as fitting an end to the book as it could have been – beautiful, full of love and written more in a matter of fact manner than in a mawkish tone, just the same way in which Paul had written the whole book.

Life is a continuum and Death is a part of it, whether we like it or not. Death is in fact the only absolute certainty in the lives of everything, from the tiny sapling to the mightiest of stars. Just like the eyes ignore the nose that is in front of them, in order to give us an unhindered view of the world, our minds push that ineluctable reality behind so that we can plot our plans for decades until, of course, Death arrives calling, putting to waste our best-laid plans. The more we contemplate the meaning of our lives, the more we acknowledge what awaits us all in the end, and the more we chart the course of our lives accordingly, the easier it becomes for us to leave our mortal shells behind with dignity. Just the way Paul did.

Going through the book, I was often reminded of Viktor Frankl’s ‘Meaning Triangle’. According to him, a human being can add meaning to his/her life in one of these three ways – by creating something beautiful – a work of art, literature or something else similar, by being a beacon of love, filling the lives of others with love and joyful experiences or, finally, by showing a courageous attitude towards the travails that Life places on one’s path. According to me, Paul has done all the three and has really added a glowing meaning to his beautiful life, no matter however short it had been.

Done reading, I am leaving this book on my shelf, nestled between Viktor Frankl’s magnum opus ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’ and Anne Frank’s ‘The Diary of A Young Girl’, because I really feel that this book deserves its place up there!

Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy New Year 2018!

Happy New Year 2018! (Image Source - Google)
Another year has ended. Yet another has begun. Old calendars replaced with new, more colorful ones. Old diaries filled and filed away. New ones opened with hopes and dreams. From midnight, phones ringing continuously, notifying wishes from friends and relatives. Euphoria fills the air around.

But, all this euphoria for what? What does this concept of change in Time denote? Days, Weeks, Month and Years – but for us humans, who else sees much sense in them all?

Our days and years are all mere exercises of continuum. Unlike the diaries and journals that we keep to mark time, there are no actual chapters in reality. There are no curtains falling and raising, marking beginnings and endings. Time is for us humans to feel Life fully but not all at once. Just like the bodies need sleep to recuperate and resume the activities next day, Mind needs the concept of Time to break Life into easy, little, digestible fragments.

As we all start yet another ‘new year’, let’s remember this. Life is trickling away, as we sit here making resolutions and big plans for the days ahead. The resolutions, wishes and good thoughts are all fine. But let’s just spend a few minutes with our own selves today to take stock of our progress in life, our past dreams, our buried desires, our unkept promises, our unfulfilled passions. Let’s dig them all and see whether we have left anything that could end up being a regret in our final moments.

This year, let’s resolve to reduce the burden of unfulfilled desires from our hearts. Let’s slim down the sizes of our egos. Let’s refresh the interiors of our minds and cleanse them of narrow beliefs and needless differences. Let’s assume a fresh outlook towards Life that smells, tastes and feels pure, simple and pleasant. Let’s remember – today marks not just the beginning of a new year but also the ending of the old one. Have we fulfilled all the resolutions that we had made for ourselves at the beginning of the previous year? If not, let’s try to live up to them this year at least. More than anything, let’s resolve to relish this gift of life, which may not always be pleasant and beautiful but definitely worth experiencing in its whole gamut.

Wishing a very happy new year 2018 to you and yours, filled with abundant happiness, absolute peace, lots of love, scores of success and a sense of satisfaction laced all through the year!

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