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Friday, December 30, 2022

The Books read in 2022

Hello, a happy 2023 to everyone.

Continuing the habit, here is a list of books I read in 2022.

1.    The brief wondrous life of Oscar Wao (Fiction) by Junot Diaz; Came to know about yet another dictator! The world is really a shitty place if there had been so many. Too much Spanish made reading the book exasperating at times, but you always get the drift. Old-style footnotes at the bottom of the page were great. A good book. Surely not great or worthy of recommendations or to be gifted immediately like The Return.

a.    Started on 28th December and Finished on January 6th

b.    Picked the book from Akshaya’s library; so, counts as her recommendation.

2.    Why I write (Non-Fiction) by George Orwell; “The English are not wicked; they are just unteachable” This is just one line from the slim volume. What a genius. “England is a family with the wrong member in control”. He also recommended nationalizing industries with justifications like “will ensure a shift from ownership to management and privilege to competence”. That could have been his vision during wartime Britain, but does sound naïve now. His pages concerning freedom in India are surprisingly clouded with a superiority complex that one can’t associate with him. While he has not spared the British their wrongs, his approach towards Indians appears condescending and not allocating them their due. The short story Hanging is marvelous. The book is worth just for the last essay “Politics and the English language” – a masterpiece.

a.    Started on 7th January and finished on 9th January

b.    Recommended by self

3.    The invisible life of Addie LaRue (Fiction) by V.E.Schwab; The book had been recommended on the 6th, purchased on the 6th and I started to read it on the 9th. Must be a record. The premise looked interesting and the recommender is no ordinary reader. A fast and gripping read. The art references are almost supernatural. “That life is the minutes you want minus one” is so beautifully written. Just as I was getting a tad disappointed as the story was meandering to a predictable filmy end, it goes ahead and ends with a BANG!. What an imagination. Lovely book.

a.    Started on 9th January and finished on 17th January.

b.    Recommended by Mihir

4.    Navdurga – 9 goddesses, 9 women (Fiction) by Natasha Ramarathnam; It is not easy being a woman in this world. Natasha brings out the hope, the fight, the frustration, the disappointments, the rage, and every other possible emotion effortlessly to this slim volume. A satisfying read.

a.    Started on 17th January and finished on 18th January

b.    The author is a friend, so count it as her recommendation.

5.    The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz (Non-Fiction) by Erik Larson; The research that must have gone into the writing of this book is staggering. The perspective is unique. Looking at the blitz from the pov of someone who is running the country, to someone who is watching it as a spectacle unfolding from the river banks to someone who decides enough is enough and plans to lose one’s virginity, lends the whole book an earthly feel. WW II is a treasure that never stops giving. And the more you read about the war, the more you realize how much the world owes William Shirer for his records. A splendid book. And those Nazis who were unrepentant till the end! Goebbels and his wife poisoning their six children, though a known fact, still tugs at your heart.

a.    Started on 18th January and finished on 4th February.

b.    Recommended by Mihir

6.    April 1865 – The month that saved America (Non-Fiction) by Jay Winik; Having read FDR, 1944 this supreme work comes as no surprise. Wonderful work on the intricate events of the civil war. I have had just the general outlines and was rich with many revelations from the book. The exemplary behavior of South, General Lee in particular, how reconciliation came about eventually. Mr. Winik is a gifted raconteur. The research and the reference material are mind-boggling. The decision of the publisher to print the notes session in smaller fonts is not understandable, what do you save? 30 pages? A strain on the eye. I had to go stand next to the windows to get the full light, and at times needed to resort to magnifying glasses or taking a picture on my mobile and then enlarging it. 😊

a.    Started on 5th Feb and finished on 20th March

b.    Recommended by Self

7.    The Nutmeg’s curse Parables for a planet in crisis (Non-Fiction) by Amitav Ghosh; It is always difficult to categorize a book by Amitav Ghosh. I went ahead with non-fiction anyway. There were certain parts that were pure academia where I needed to read and re-read (on some instances, I was not successful even after multiple readings). But let that not take away anything from this book. Original thinking is such a rare gift/talent. Mr. Ghosh stuns you with his clarity and an absolutely new way of looking at issues. “White people is a project and not related to a group of people” is a statement that would stay with me for a long long time. A relevant book for the times we are living in.

a.    Started on 21st March and finished on 12th April

b.    Recommended by Self

8.    I am not here to give a speech (Non-Fiction) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez; If someone had told me that Garcia could be funny I would not have believed it. But this book was such a gem. A pure delight. Few speeches stand out as extraordinary but all of them were excellent. Few samples. The whole chapter of My Friend Mutis and the story about the woman having a premonition that something bad was about to happen to her town were brilliant. “It is possible to be a poet without dying in the attempt”, “Europeans think that everything that is not like them is an error and they sat about correcting it” and “as if it were written with goose feather by the goose himself”  - such gems abound.

a.    Started on 12th April and finished on 16th April

b.    Recommended by Self

9.    Lessons in chemistry (Fiction) by Bonnie Garmus; What a marvelous book! Had the same sense of satisfaction I had after I read Catch-22 and Garp for the first time. The book is a fast and entertaining read and resonated at so many levels. I can dig up endless quotes but this one line is enough “but faith is not based on religion”. An unwed mother, a dog named six-thirty, a girl who reads a lot, few toxic bosses… bliss. And it is a debut. I smiled, laughed, pondered, and cried through the book.

a.    Started on 19th April and finished on 23rd April

b.    Recommended by Krish Ashok.

10. Night (autobiography) by Elie Wiesel; Will WWII ever stop haunting me? I had stood at the very place where the selections were made by the angel of death. Go right to die immediately or go left to suffer and die. “I trust only Hitler – he is the only one who had kept all his promises to the Jews” – What a powerful line! How cynical one must have become to reach this point. The blurb says “A slim volume of terrifying power” – absolutely true. The acceptance speech on receiving his Nobel at the end somehow fits like a perfect epilogue. I am not sure if Mr. Wiesel had ever slept in his life after the ordeal.

a.    Started on 23rd April and finished on 25th April

b.    Recommended by self

11. Red Famine – Stalin’s war on Ukraine (Non-Fiction) by Anne Applebaum; An astonishing book. How oppressive regimes can suppress such massive humanitarian catastrophes so easily is an eye-opener. That Pulitzer prize-winning articles can be mere propaganda is another shocker. Anne Applebaum writes with clarity, and authority and in an unflinching way. The chapters describe the worse of the famine years when people descended into cannibalism, killing their own children and eating them, boiling shoes and belts to chew on the leather… gut-wrenching. There are two man-made famines in the memory of modern history. Holodomor has been excellently chronicled here. The  Bengal famine perpetrated by Churchill does not even have a name!

a.    Started on 30th April and finished on 15th July

b.    Recommended by The Guardian

12. The Honjin Murders (Fiction) by Seishi Yokomizo; A normal murder mystery. Nothing extraordinary, the usual twists, red herrings, and a Hercule Poirot sort of an ending. The clever wordplay by the author in the initial chapters is nicely explained in the end.

a.    Started on 15th July and finished on 17th July

b.    Picked up from some random Tweet – so recommended by Twitter!

13. Deep sea and foreign going – Inside shipping the invisible industry that brings you 90% everything (non-Fiction) by Rose George; I became a Rose George fan after her excellent Nine Pints and this book did not disappoint either. The best part is not the book per se, but her concept that such a book should be written and could be written. Her sparkling wit is abundantly evident throughout the book (the signal gives the details of the ship, which is captured by other ships, coast guards, and well-equipped pirates, he does not take lunch and forgets others do). The moral code, the pirates, exploitation, and the lack of scruples all vie with each other to provide a complex mosaic that is the shipping industry.

a.    Started on 17th July and finished on 2nd August

b.    Recommended by self.

14. A case of exploding mangoes (Fiction) by Mohammed Hanif; A recommendation from Arko can never be below par. This was such great fun. A minor disappointment was the way it ended rather abruptly. An engaging read nevertheless.

a.    Started on 2nd August and finished on 15th August

b.    Recommended by Arko

15. Salt (Non-Fiction) by Mark Kurlansky; My imagination of how Mark must have written this book is like this; Start from home, make up your mind that you are going to write a book about salt, and observe everything on the way, relate all of them to salt, relate salt to money, wars, possessions, mysteries and so on. The volume of research is mind-boggling. At stages, it felt like a recipe book but a wonderful read. The word Salary comes from salt, Indian independence movement had a pivotal moment around salt, the civil war had salt as one of the main players, pickling de-icing, gourmands, and on and on. 

a.    Started on 16th August and finished on 11th September

b.    Recommended by Madeline

16. The uncommon reader (Fiction) by Alan Bennet; What a lovely bit of writing. This part of the monologue from the Queen, “One has met and indeed entertained many visiting heads of state, some of them unspeakable crooks and blackguards and their wives not much better.’ This at least raised some rueful nods. ‘One has given one’s white-gloved hand to hands that were steeped in blood and conversed politely with men who have personally slaughtered children. One has waded through excrement and gore; to be Queen, I have often thought, the one essential item of equipment is a pair of thigh-length boots. ‘I have at the instance of my various governments been forced to participate if only passively in decisions I consider ill-advised and often shameful. Sometimes one has felt like a scented candle, sent into perfume a regime, or aerate a policy, monarchy these days just a government-issue deodorant.” this is wishful thinking though. I do not think the monarchy ever expressed regret for the empire!

a.    Started and finished on 12th September

b.    Recommended by Nuts

17. Aria (Fiction) by Nazanine Hozar; A book full of lyrical imagery. And statements like “the poets write and people go and die” are plenty. The epigraph with the line Ï saw a woman pounding light in a mortar” is stuck in my mind forever. The only problem is, when it comes to books on Iran the inevitable comparison with Persepolis crops up, and no book can survive that ordeal. On its own, this book and the carefully etched characters are a delight. A lifetime of the girl punctuated by periodic tragedies and extreme acts of kindness in the backdrop of the Shah / Khomeini era grabs you and holds your attention. A lovely read.

a.    Started on 12th September and finished on 17th September

b.    Gifted by Goutam, so counts as his recommendation.

18. Mothers – An essay on love and cruelty (Non-Fiction) by Jacqueline Rose; Exploding the myth of a perfect mother! Incisively analyzing the irrationality of the societies since time immemorial to now demanding the impossible from the mothers and then crucifying them when they inevitably fail. One will tend to become less critical of motherhood after reading this book. A wonderful book picked up from the strangest of the recommendation corners, a clip from a film! “When a woman becomes a mother, she loses her freedom” will continue to haunt people with a conscience who are party to placing that cross on her shoulder.

a.    Started on 18th September and finished on 2nd October.

b.    Recommended by a scene from the film C’mon C’mon.

19. The grownup (Fiction) by Gillian Flynn; What a delightful little book, actually a short story. Reminded me so much of the spy who came in from the cold, so many twists, you are not even sure what to believe anymore as truth. Do you even know when the story ended? I, myself, am not sure. Killer of a book.

a.    Started and finished on 2nd October

b.    Left behind for me by Sambit, so counts as his recommendation

20. The forty days of Musa Dagh (historical fiction) by Franz Werfel; While everyone knows about the holocaust, few know the full extent of the Armenian Genocide. I was one of those who were ignorant and hence my thanks to Asia for bringing this book to me. The style of writing is nearly a century old and is slow to read. But what a momentous book. The last four sentences knock out any daylight still left in you. Achieving that impact in a book 870 pages long is no mean task. One of those books that will stay with you for a long long time. Gabriel enters your life and stays forever.

a.    Started on 2nd October and finished on 24th November

b.    Gifted by Asia Dima (An Armenian) and hence counts as her recommendation

21. The forty rules of love (Fiction) by Elif Shafak; First it was Pamuk and now Ms. Shafak who confused me with first-person narrative in many chapters with the person in the name of the chapter. Took a while to understand the many “I”s. 😊. A brilliant book. It is like she has the capacity to peep into most households. I loved those small chapters after 80-page long chapters in my previous book. “Are you the Shams? – Where is the Rumi to see” captures the essence of the book. A lovely read.

a.    Started on 25th November and finished on 16th Dec, extended by the world cup 😊

b.    Recommended by – Author recommended by Toker, the book was selected by Selin but long ago Savitha Shetty also discussed this book. So, that makes it three people who recommended this book to me!

22. Small things like these(Fiction) by Claire Keegan; What can one say about this gem of a book that has not already been said. The last page that explains the mental arguments that Furlong makes is so beautiful. A highly satisfying read.

a.    Started and finished on 16th December.

b.    Recommended by The Guardian

 

Hope you find some good picks from what I could manage this year.

Wishing you all a wonderful 2023 and see you again same time next year.




Wednesday, October 12, 2022

The DART we need!


What’s in a name?

It was ok for him to spew such

Nonsense in the 17th century.

Little did he know that one day

Everything would be in a name.

 

A name could decide if

You are us or them

You get a place to stay or not

You can settle in some place or not

You get arrested more easily

You will get interview calls or not

 

Add color of skin and

Some outward manifestation of your faith

The vitriol gets ratcheted a thousandfold.

 

Add a gender

It worsens by another thousand.

 

Stay neutral and you are

A traitor for one and

A wannabe for the other.

 

Get aggressive

You get slotted into any

Convenient stereotype.

  

Give up and

You are a loser.

 

Write about it and you are an

Armchair critic.

 

Wish for a just world

A la Imagine by Lennon

You are a dreamer or

You end up like Lennon.

Or a Gandhi.

Or a King.

Or a Gauri.

 

The hatred and the othering

Had gone on for too long.

 

Something etched in stone

Is not rubbed away by an eraser.

The slime that is covering the world

Can’t be hosed away by gentle streams.

 

We need a reset

Hope we perform better in the next round.

 

NASA – could you send a 2nd DART

This time to direct a meteor TOWARDS the earth!


Pic Courtesy: Space.com


Saturday, September 24, 2022

Roger That! (Sing to the tune of American Pie)

Not long a while ago, we can still remember

How THAT tennis used to make us smile  


And we knew if he had his chance

He could make us all dance

And maybe we’d be happy forever!


But September made us feel wretched

With every clip we rewatched

Bad news on each link

We could not even sleep a wink


We do remember that we felt amiss

When we thought about the widowed tennis

And something killed us deep inside

The day tennis died


So bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode our bike to Basel

Where we saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


Did you write the Book of drops?

And who can face your return of serve

If even Mr. Borg says so

Do you believe in all those line calls?

Can you still serve us, mortal souls?

And can you teach us how to play real slow?


Well you know that we are in love with you

'Cause you saw us standing in the queue

You pulled those shots out of blue

And we stood with our jaws askew 


We were the lucky canines in total awe

Watching your every muscle and sinew

But we knew we were out of luck

The day the tennis died


We started singing

Bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode our bike to Basel

Where we saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


Now for ten years, we will be on our own

Watching just Matteo and Cameron

But how can that ever be


Most clairvoyants were the King and Queen

They knew what was coming soon

And took leave from the barren scene.


Oh and while the King was looking down

The Queen was just on the way up

The nations stood stunned

They lost a queen and now another King!


And while Nick read a book on sport

The rest had practiced on the court

And we sang eulogies in parts

The day the tennis died


We were singing

Bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode our bike to Basel

Where we saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


Melbourne New York Paris & London

Will now happen weighing a ton

Frequently barren and fading fast

The players will try to play on grass

And aim for that elusive class

With the King on the sidelines seeing it pass


Now the O2 arena was cast in dark

Glowing in the embers of a dying spark

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance


Now all of the players try to put on a show

But the fading giant still shines in his glow

And did we realize what was revealed

The day the tennis died?


We started singing

Bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode our bike to Basel

Where we saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


Oh, and then we were all over the place

An era that faded into space

With no chance for the like of it ever again

So come on, Nick be quick, Nole be fast

Carlos and Stefanos cruising past

'Cause old reels are our only friend


Oh, and as we watched him leave the stage

Our hands were clenched in fists of rage

No Nadal nor Gasper

Could help us ever recover!


And as the fans kept crying through the night

To try to light the darkest with all their might

We saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the tennis died


He was singing

Bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode my bike to Basel

Where I saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


We met Mirka doing her chores

And we begged her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

We went down to the courts of past

Where we had witnessed enormous feats

But the man there said the tennis wouldn't play


And in the cities, his fans were lost

The scribes wrote not and the players stopped

Not a racquet was taken

The ball boys all were broken


And the three men we admire most

Federer, Roger, and the only GOAT

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the tennis died


They started  singing

Bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode our bike to Basel

Where we saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


They were singing

Bye-bye  dear gem of a guy

Rode our bike to Basel

Where we saw a crying Nadal

We, good old boys, were singing along

Singing, this is the end of it all

This is the end of it all


Pic Courtesy: Google Images
Thanks to Don McLean for his epic American Pie.


Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Who Am I?

Kicked the sun from its horizon crawl to a little higher in the sky.


Gathered the wind and sent it in the right direction

That turned a potential hurricane into a calming breeze.


Calmed the ferocious sea to a caress of lapping waves.


Rejuvenated a tree here,

And nudged a reluctant flower to blossom.


Redirected the breeze to get a wandering bee to the honey of a flower.


Made a poacher step on a thorn and alerted the prey.


A constable got a sudden burst of nostalgia to turn into a lane

And a child was saved from its molester.


The scorching sun inexplicably went behind a cloud.


A child dropped a butter biscuit and the dog aborted its chase;

A car sped by; both the dog and the squirrel were saved.


Seasons changed as they should.


Earth rotated and revolved as it must.


Pushed the adamant sun down on the other end


And lit up the moon for its night vigil.


Some call me fate.

Some destiny.

Some science.

Some God.


But, I just am.


PC ; Google Images.


Thursday, August 25, 2022

If - 2022


If you can keep your riches when all about you

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can enrich your coffers when all opposition doubts you,

    But make more riches from them too;

If you can lie and not be tired from lying,

    Lying endlessly, blatantly, and don’t deal with the truth,

Or being loved, don’t give way to loving,

    And yet always look good, never talk wisely;



If your friends can dream and make you the one to deliver;

    If you never think, and never make sense your aim;

If you can meet with Hate and Bigotry

    And treat those masters as your claim to fame;

If you can smear the truth that others have spoken

    And twist it further for your group of fools,

Or watch things others have given up their life for, broken,

    And stoop and stoop even further to break it in full;


If you can take the entire rich of the nation

    And risk it on just two of your chums,

And lose every wealth of the great nation

    And never breathe a word about the loss;

If you can force every established institution

    To serve you long after their semblance is gone,

And still, hold on when there is nothing left

    For the nation, except your greed that says “Hold on!”


If you can talk to crowds and make them lose their virtue,

    And walk with oligarchs and stoop to their legs to touch,

If neither courts nor patriots can hurt you,

    If all crooks count with you, but not one sane soul;

If you can fill the four long years

    With every second’s loot in the urn,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Bhakt, my son!



Photo of the Lily pond from the gardens of Claude Monet.

Footnote: Unconditional apologies to Mr. Monet and Mr. Kipling.



Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Hope is a four letter word!

 Hope is a four-letter word!

 

How many

Lives have been lost

People have been ruined

Kingdoms compromised

Clinging on to this chimera!

 

Hope

Is a tool used by despots and dictators

To lull a gullible population

Into temporary submission

And eternal captivation.

 

Hope

Is that anesthetic to

Lull the sting of the needle

Gradually drowning you into an

Endless state of comatose

 

Hope

Is that four-letter word

Cleverly orchestrated by

Governments and systems

To capture your soul.

 

Hope

Is that intoxicant that you imbibe

To dull the throb of a stab

A make-believe that convinces you

That the knife is administered for your own good.

 

Hope

Is that mirage that

Is dexterously created

To fool you to keep running

Long after your soul is dead.

 

Hope

Is that wonderful double speak

To convince you that

We fight for peace

We suffer to enjoy

We trade our today for a better tomorrow

We sacrifice a few for the good of the many

Not realizing that the few are the real good

And the many are the ones that need to be exposed.

 

Hope

Is that parlor trick

That pulls an

Imaginary rabbit out of a

Non-existing hat

Convincing you that

The rabbit is real sweet

And you played your part

In liberating it from the devil of a hat.

 

Hope

Is that illusion that makes you believe that

A is not A

Logic is insane

Hate is good

History is wrong

Legal is greater than moral

The herd is greater than the individual

 

Hope, once a beacon of light

Has been reduced to a Lucifer’s toy!

 

So, when you tell me

Do not be a cynic

Do not give up

The horizon is near

The future is bright

Do not lose hope

Yada yada yada

Thank you very much

To me, it is just another four-letter word!

 

 

 


 Image Courtesy: Wikipedia.