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Friday, January 1, 2021

Books Read in 2020

Hello everybody, a happy 2021 to everyone.

Continuing the habit, here is a list of books I read in 2020.

1.    The Chalk Man (Fiction) by C. J. Tudor; It was a fast read. That is all that can be said. Too many twists, too many diversions, too convoluted, no, make it unnecessarily convoluted. Helping my decision to stay away from thrillers and fiction in general. Kept you engaged and started to fall apart in the later stages. Need to move into some serious non-fiction.

a.    Started on 1st January and Finished on 2nd January.

b.    Recommended by Sayantan Ghosh. Well, he did not personally recommend it, I picked it up from his tweets.

2.    The Return (Non-Fiction) by Hisham Matar; A must-read for everyone. That I was reading it during the horrific student riots, with state-sponsored terrorism, in India made it more relevant and more difficult. One who Is used to crying easily, I was filling buckets during this book. Earmarked few paintings, to be seen during my next visit to the UK. Those descriptions of the two paintings, in the chapter called Maximilian, are top-notch. What dictators do and how ordinary people suffer. We have read it so many times and yet this HITS you. That a man so rich and powerful, who could walk into the foreign office, talk to ministers, international organizations, talk personally to the son of the dictator can fail sends a shiver down your spine. If such powerful people are finally powerless, what about the ordinary, the poor, and the unrepresented? A gem of a book. Must be part of compulsory reading in every school! In the past, I used to mention that every father-son must-see “Life is beautiful” and now I will add “and read The Return”.

a.    Started on 2nd January and finished on 8th January

b.    Recommended by Sayantan Ghosh. Well, he did not personally recommend it, I picked it up from his tweets.

3.    Touching the void (Non-Fiction) by Joe Simpson; The call of the mountains can’t be ignored for long. The story itself was haunting enough. And when I came to know that the author penned it almost immediately based on his harrowing experience, I could not resist the urge. Having taken to the mountains at a much later stage in my life, I am still not familiar with many mountain-specific terms like col, crevasse, moraine, belay, baseplate, fluting, etc... To get to the heart of the story unfolding, it was necessary to keep the glossary handy to refer to. Ed Viesturs was considerate enough to give a glossary at the end of his book.  The alternating regular font and Italian font both in the first-person narrative is a powerful tool. You get to see into each one’s mind. Never once you reach a stage where you blame Simon and you realize why the book was dedicated to him in the first place. Despite knowing what happened the book was nail-biting stuff. Saw the 2003 documentary based on the book immediately after finishing the book. A wonderful documentary staying true to the book.

a.    Started on 8th January and finished on 11th January.

b.    Recommended by The Guardian

4.    Gandhi before India (Non-Fiction) by Ramachandra Guha; All along I thought I am fully aware of everything about Gandhi, and then I end up reading this book. There is so much about this man that I had not known, and now, after knowing, my respect for him continues to grow. For a while it was fashionable to demean Gandhi, to appear intellectual, by quoting (with half knowledge) how he was mean to his wife and his son. That serendipity plays a major role in life is amply demonstrated in the book. If his father had not died young if his brother was not involved in a scam with the palace if he had been more successful in Bombay or Rajkot in his practice if the SA government had yielded early on …. So many ifs and they end by defining one’s life. A lovely read. The research behind is scary to even contemplate, leave alone attempt. Full marks to Mr.Guha for his erudition, his obsession, and his knowledge.

a.    Started on 12th January and finished on 8th February

b.    Recommended by Ujval

5.    Celestial Bodies (Fiction) by Jokha Alharthi; This seems to be the year of Sayantan Ghosh! 3 of the first 5 books of the year are his recommendations! Amazon screwed up big time again. Similar to my experience with “Bad Blood” last year, this copy had 20 pages twice and as a result, I was left dangling at page 147, very much like Abdallah in the book, and had to wait for the missing pages. After getting the missing pages, I completed this book in about 3 days. The book was too complicated for me. While there were wonderful passages and some strong statements, the family tree was a mess. All love stories ended in tragedies, but then is this not what love is all about? Was a decent read but certainly not going to be on any lists of mine.

a.    Started on 8th February and finished on 17th November (after a stop on 14th Feb, resumed on 14th November with the missing pages delivered by a dear friend – I had to start from the beginning)

b.    Recommended by Sayantan Ghosh.

6.    Powerful (Non-Fiction) by Patty McCord; So fundamentally correct, you are left wondering why it is so difficult to practice. Reminded me of Neutron Jack, who was famous for firing the bottom 20% each year. Few of her observations are spot on. That there is no continuously talented person in most fields. Either they exhaust their usefulness soon, or simply that the business grows faster than their capacity to adapt and grow along with the need demanded. Also,  a misfit in one organization can prosper in another. My take is, that most people stay on and the organizations allow them to stay on, as it is a good compromise for both involved. Can the HR name the top three revenues, top five competitors, and the disruptive technology in the market to your product? Why just the HR – this must be a test for each employee. A refreshing book

a.    Started on 15th Feb and finished on 22nd Feb

b.    Recommended by Mihir

7.    Pachinko (Fiction) by Min Jin Lee; Epic in its scope and so relevant in the current world, with the rising of right-wing and misplaced nationalism. The periodic tragedies reminded me of The Kite Runner. The author has a macabre sense of slipping in the most profound tragedy in one closing sentence of a chapter as if a mere footnote. The life of every immigrant, of every person of one nationality living in another world, is always the same. The stark reality of ethnic Koreans under the Japanese has always been a matter of intrigue, and this book answers it as brutally as possible. Would strongly recommend it.

a.    Started on 22nd Feb and finished on 5th Mar

b.    Recommended by Mihir

8.    Leonardo da Vinci Biography (Non-Fiction) by Walter Isaacson; If someone had told me years ago that a biography would keep me so engrossed, I would have laughed. But, not now. At the end of the book, I am not sure who should I admire most – Leonardo or Walter? All right, that was meant to be rhetoric. Walter has a powerful way of writing. I am sure I will be equally awestruck by Einstein and anyone else that he had chosen to write about. This book is really a must-read for anyone who appreciates a well-researched book. Biography of contemporary persons is simple but to write a biography of someone who lived 600 years ago, based on research material, and to write so authoritatively about art, at best a subjective matter, is an impressive task. The conclusion chapter is so beautifully composed, allowing you to go back, in your fresh memories, to various parts of the book. I will soon be buying a T-shirt with the Vitruvian man and a personalized one with the statement “Describe the tongue of the woodpecker”. And the notes section is as much a treasure as the book is. This link reads like a thriller mystery all by itself https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/07/12/the-mark-of-a-masterpiece

a.    Started on 6th March and finished on 25th March

b.    Recommended by Ujval.

9.    Fragile Things (Fiction) by Neil Gaiman; I wish I could say the book, the collection of stories/poems/essays was a great read. Alas! No.  Other than “A Study in Emerald” and “Sunbird”, most of the other stories end up a disappointment.

a.    Started on 26th March and finished on 14th April

b.    Self-recommended – Railway station waiting time purchases 

10. Bridge of Clay (Fiction) by Marcus Zusak; In the typical Zusak’s style, a slow burner. Takes time to come to grips with the proceedings. The alternating chapters between the past and the present are woven beautifully. His gift for short sentences is amazing. The chapters all fit like a perfect jigsaw puzzle at the end. He has a way with death. And some impossible moments. A bit dragging at places. But hats off to his vision and execution. One sentence will stay with me from this book “the body was weightless; the coffin weighed a tonne”. Not meant for light reading. A satisfactory read at the end.

a.    Started on 14th April and finished on 5th May

b.    Self-recommended

11. The last days of night (Fiction) by Graham Moore; The first chapter starts with the line “On the day that he would first meet Thomas Edison” and the last chapter some 350 pages later starts with “On the day that he would last see Thomas Edison”. Proof that you just do not sit and write a book. There is so much research, painstaking details, and planning that go into the book. It is a novel. But could well have been real. Three dominant main characters besides some of the imposing names through the history and three short sentences that capture their essence. “Tesla was happiest when he was working. Westinghouse was happiest when he’d finished. Edison would be happiest only when he’d won.” A lovely book and a racy read, such a relief after the slow crawling Bridge of Clay.

a.    Started on 6th May and finished on 9th May.

b.    Recommended by Mihir.

12. The hundred-year-old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared (Fiction) by Jonas Jonasson; I have never laughed this much since Catch-22. What a brilliant book. This was lying with me since 2016! Impossible to list the hilarious episodes are single any one event out.  “It should carry a health warning for spouses who are easily irritated by the sounds of helpless chortling” by Irish Times is spot on. Any person in your company will conclude that you have gone insane. A wonderful find. Usually, when books alternate between the past and present between chapters, I usually find one part to be more interesting than the other and often yearn for the relevant chapter to arrive soon. This was an exceptional exception. Both narratives were fantastic.

a.    Started on 11th May and finished on 12th May

b.    Recommended by none. Though my daughter had been asking me to read ever since she read it, while the book was, ironically, a gift to me on my birthday. So, let the thanks go to Iveta in equal measure.

13. Upheaval (Non-Fiction) by Jared Diamond; Lived up to its expectations. A challenging topic made it easy to read and appreciate. The chapters dedicated to the USA towards the end are spot on. Details about Finland, Australia, Chile, Japan, and Indonesia are stunning, though we know much about Germany. A compelling read, though at times you sensed that he was recording the same messages repeatedly. As much as the book is interesting, the question “Will people ignore the obvious?” in the final pages rings so true, as leaders currently are doing exactly that. We learn nothing from history, has never been told so openly. A wonderful book.

a.    Started on 12th May and finished on 31st May

b.    Recommended by – I do not recall – probably Mihir or Ujval or self-choice.

14. Chronicle of a death foretold (Fiction) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez; A slim volume, chosen mainly to take a break from non-fiction. GCM weaves his magic again. Dreams, the story told in the very first line, and the tantalizing aspect of whether Nasar was guilty is left hanging even after the story ends. Only a great storyteller can make a story this simple. 

a.    Started on 31st May and finished on 31st May

b.    Recommended by – The author was introduced by Murali, so let us attribute this book to him

15. Born to run (Non-Fiction) by Bruce Springsteen; How can a guy in his teens in the 80s not be bewitched by The Boss. I wish I could say the book was a breeze or a dream come true. Sadly, no. He writes well and somehow it felt like you were reading his diary. Maybe Walter Isaacson spoiled me in the field of chronicling one’s life. You could relate to his life and you knew most of his songs. Somehow the book was dragging, and I had half a mind to drop it and move on to the next book on more than one occasion. Nearly the 40-day reading period tells the story too. Maybe it just did not click with me.

a.    Started on 1st June and finished on 10th July

b.    Recommended by Ujval

16. Malevolent Republic (Non-Fiction) by K.S.Komireddi; I used to read two or three books simultaneously when I was young. But discontinued the practice. I am glad I made an exception this time. Even before I finished book number 15, I looked into this book and started to read the introduction and did not put the book down till I finished it. Brings you to tears by making you look at what the politicians have done to this country, my country. Only Shastri comes clean in recording 73 years of Indian politics. He has spared none. Everyone is taken to the laundry and hung dry. One can’t call him pro BJP or pro Cong or pro anyone. He talks for India. Ruthlessly, unflinchingly and honestly. Just by a coincidence, I shared a quote with my brother on the same day that said, “Honesty has a power that few can handle”. Let me see how many can handle the honesty of Mr. Reddi. People like Reddi give me hope. May their breed continue to multiply.

a.    Started on 12th June and finished on 14th June

b.    Recommended by Ujval.

17. Gun Island (Fiction) by Amitav Ghosh; Did not realize that I started the book on the birthday of the author. A highly relevant and timely tale. Bengal folklore, marine mammals’ migration, immigrant crisis, and climate change are all woven so perfectly into a gripping tale. Never boring or slow. It was a relief after the slow-moving Born to Run prior to this. A lovely book and will certainly recommend it to others too.

a.    Started on 11th July and finished on 12th July

b.    Recommended by self.

18. Scoop (Fiction) by Evelyn Waugh; What a lovely book! There is something about British authors and humor. Effortless, bizarre, and incredibly funny. Situational comedy and preposterous situations. Weird gets weirder and all the while there is a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the atrociousness all around. This was in the 1930s and is still relevant today. Even descriptions are singularly so funny, for example, “the immense trees stood, singly and in groups about the park, had suffered, some from ivy, some from lightning, some from various malignant disorders that vegetation is heir to, but all principally from old age.”

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

b.    Recommended by Akshaya

19. Early Indians (Non-Fiction) by Tony Joseph; Mixed feelings about the book. Throughout its length, the book had a feel of an academic journal. Mr. Harari made history writing a daunting task for anyone else today, unfortunately. Nevertheless, an important book for blowing away a few of the myths that the current Sanghis hold dear to them and their misplaced ideology. An important book, I just wish that it had been a little easier to read. Can’t resist thinking “Absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence” – but that would be unfair to most archeology and history.

a.    Started on 20th July and finished on 26th July

b.    Recommended by self

20. How to lose a country – The 7 steps from democracy to dictatorship (Non-Fiction) by Ece Temelkuran; Though the book is clearly an outrage on seeing the degeneration of her own country, what is chilling is how the same template is being used by nations around the globe. And when you see current headlines reflecting the cautions she had espoused, but ignored, your heart bleeds that much more. The book impressed me so much, I coupled my rant and the review of the book into this blog - http://vkmagus.blogspot.com/2020/07/when-did-you-become-so-cruel_58.html

a.    Started on 26th July and finished on 29th July

b.    Recommended by self

21. The little book of cosmology (Non-Fiction) by Lyman Page; I am certainly wiser than what I was before I started to read this book. But to expect a 110-page book makes me wise and totally comfortable with the full concept and as knowledgeable as those who have spent their lifetime on understanding Cosmos is a bit arrogant, if not far-fetched. With a little background in science, it is easy to understand the vast universe and the current stage and probably from where it all started. Mr. Page explains most concepts with a simpler example to make it easy but certain concepts are so intricate; it is not possible to simplify them any further.

a.    Started on 31st July and finished on 8th August

b.    Recommended by samba

22. 1944 – FDR and the year that changed history (Non-Fiction) by Jay Winik; I am no stranger to Holocaust and this book gently reminded me that what I know about the holocaust is far far less than what is there to learn about. The narrative of the book is clever too, it keeps jumping forward and backward while the anchor remains Auschwitz all the time. The D day landing and atrocities of Auschwitz were so fantastically described that it made me simply sob unabashedly. (I had been to Auschwitz- Birkenau seven times already). Even though the book is written to laud the single-minded determination of FDR it categorically holds him to account for his inaction on the holocaust. A telling commentary is how he could have made the war all about humanity (like emancipation of civil war) instead of just defeating the Nazis. In hindsight, it is always easy to be cleaver and I would rather blame the state department and McCloy more responsible than FDR. The following names must be recorded for posterity to save what little they could save – Edward Schulte, Gerhard Riegner, Stephen Wise, Peter Bergson, Jan Karski, Vrba & Wetzler, Henry Morgentau, John Pehle, DuBois, and heaven knows how many more. A compulsory read to anyone who values history.

a.    Started on 9th August and finished on 23rd August

b.    Recommended by Mihir

23. On Tyranny – twenty lessons from the twentieth century (Non-Fiction) by Timothy Snyder; Once again, an uncharacteristic move of reading another book before I finish the previous book. No regrets. A short read but pure dynamite. In my opinion, this is a perfect book to follow up from Ece Temelkuran’s how to lose a country. Powerful short sentences like “If none of us is prepared to die for freedom, then all of us will die under tyranny.” pepper the book. Lovely read and most relevant.

a.    Started on 12th August and Finished on 12th August

b.    Recommended by Ujval.

24. Good Omens (Fiction) by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman; Only NG and TP can write a book like this. Armageddon on a Saturday, the four bike riders of apocalypse and a misplaced Antichrist along with a modern-day Angel and Demon. Sumptuous stuff. Hilarious. Lines like “You start thinking: it can’t be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire”

a.    Started on 24th August and finished on 28th August

b.    Recommended by – Any book by NG is deemed as a reference by Ameya

25. The white book (Fiction) by Han Kang; Could have been named a weird book instead. After Vegetarian, every other book of this author will fall flat, but this had fallen way far below. More a diary noting than a novel. Two pages on Sand and Breath were outstanding, but overall a disappointment.

a.    Started on 29th August and finished on 29th August

b.    Recommended by self

26. I won’t give you a leg up Mr. Death (Fiction) by Arunabha Sengupta; The book was gifted to me by my colleague who happens to be the brother of the author. There is this hidden tendency to downplay known people or Indian authors and I fell victim to that. Never too late. That I happened to pick up the book after Chadwick Boseman’s death and after one of my friends recently underwent radiation therapy for cheek oral cavity is certainly a coincidence to marvel at. The doctor author has used all his expertise in spinning a yarn around the emperor of all maladies. What is creditworthy is that he has shown it from the patient’s side too. A satisfactory read and the author’s observations and the effortless capturing of the scenery in powerful words that bring to your eyes the image is impressive.

a.    Started on 30th August and finished on 4th September.

b.    Presented by Aditya as the author is his brother. So, it counts as his recommendation.

27. Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance – an inquiry into values (Non-Fiction) by Robert. M. Pirsig; Having read this book way back in the 90s and having no recollection of it whatsoever, it was clear that I had not read the book properly the first time around. The second reading served a better understanding of the book. The writing style is pedantic and at times testing your capacity to stay focused, but you finish the book with great admiration for the man and his unflinching honesty to Quality. I do feel, however, that future generations may miss on this book’s gifts as the writing style could be found a bit tedious.

a.    Started on 5th September and finished on 18th October

b.    Recommended by my first boss R.V.Dalvi

28. One part woman (Fiction) by Perumal Murugan; His prose is haunting. He effortlessly paints the village life right in front of your eyes. Converting his novels to films should be easy. The trauma of being a child-less mother/father in a village setting is beautifully penned. The playfulness and seriousness are distributed in a way that resembles our normal lives. Powerful writing. And an ending that is as suspenseful as a whodunit. When you see what the couple had to go through, you feel like you should take a machete to society. Fantastic read.

a.    Started on 18th October and finished on 19th October

b.    Recommended by Naren

29. Time stops at Shamli and other stories (Fiction) by Ruskin Bond; A lovely collection of stories. The beautiful ending of The room of many colors, the funny Masterji, the loving scoundrel in He said it with Arsenic, the supernatural Eyes of the cat, the fantastically funny The tiger in the house and the hauntingly mesmeric Tiger Tiger burning bright were all fabulous. Bond writes so well about animals, he could have been our Wilbur Smith, if he had persisted in that area. 

a.    Started on 20th October and finished on 22nd October

b.    Recommended by Self

30. The Anarchy (Non-Fiction) by William Dalrymple; You feel cheated when the book suddenly is over and all the remaining pages are notes (that you have been referring to during the reading), bibliography, and credits. A well-researched marvelous book. The intrigue, the double-crossing, the scheming, and the fact that there was a very thin line between what could have been and what eventually was are all beautifully chronicled. The opening line is a stunner and the epilogue pack a punch. The research and the details are sheer jaw drop. A mandatory reading to anyone who wants to know how the British raj began. The one irritant was the mention of values mentioned in the passages as “in today’s currency” at the bottom of most pages. One simple chart in the notes or at the beginning would have been enough.

a.    Started on 22nd October and finished on 2nd November

b.    Recommended by Mihir

31. A gentleman in Moscow (Fiction)  by Amor Towles; It is easy to make someone angry, someone sad, someone cry but try to make them smile and laugh. It must be the most singularly difficult task unless you happen to be Amor Towles. The principle of Chekov’s gun had been repeated ad infinitum and we all know how relevant it is. This book clinches it completely and staging it in Russia, Moscow to be precise, is a genius at work. How much one laughs through the book and how effortlessly the author makes you cry unabashedly. And Casablanca, so beautifully woven into the novel. I have already bought, even before I finished, two copies of this book in the Czech language for my two dear friends as their Christmas gifts. So, Mr. Towles, thank you for making me laugh and cry last week, and the usually stoic, not a flicker of emotion on their faces Czechs will be reduced to the same in January 2021.

a.    Started on 2nd November and finished on 8th November

b.    Recommended by Bill Gates

32. Lady Windermere’s fan (Fiction) by Oscar Wilde; What a delightful little book. Peppered with his most notable quotes. Lovely read. It is not possible to divide people into good and bad. It takes a lifetime to understand someone fully, if at all.

a.    Started on 17th November and finished on 17th November

b.    Recommended by Akshaya

33. Luka and the fire of life (Fiction) by Salman Rushdie; What a magician Salman is! P2C2E (Process too complicated to explain), M2C2D (Machines too complicated to Describe), Jos (Jo Hua, Jo Hai, and Jo Aiga) towns of Kahani, Khwab, Rivers of Time, Discarded Gods, Rats, OTTs, a dog named Bear, a bear named dog, Shah of Blah, Nobody, Nonsense – I was reduced to seven-year-old chewing up my nails in excitement, even all the time knowing the story will only end well. A master storyteller. A timely read too as it solved my choice of a Xmas gift to a southpaw in the family.

a.    Started on 17th November and finished on 19th November

b.    Recommended by Akshaya

34. Supreme Whispers (Non-Fiction) by Abhinav Chandrachud; A nice book on the intricate workings of the supreme court. Wonderful anecdotes and the author has been unbiased even while covering his own grandfather. A book worth reading to see how the supreme court had evolved over the years and the constant tug of war between the politicians and the judges. Rather disappointing to see that not many judges have stood up to what was right.

a.    Started on 19th November and finished on 21st November

b.    Recommended by self, airport browsing.

35. The innovators (Non-Fiction) by Walter Isaacson; Mr. Isaacson can make even a manual on root canal treatment gripping and unputdownable. The research that goes into such works is stunning to even contemplate. A character description of just one player, roughly a paragraph long, must involve a full day of research and fact-checking. A great documentation of how computing evolved, the role played by the military, the visionaries who could see the future as well as the humility and the arrogance of many of them. Fortunately, the humble ones outnumber the arrogant ones. A mandatory reading to anyone who appreciates science and how so many people made life easy for us.

a.    Started on 22nd November and finished on 29th November

b.    Recommended by Ujval

36. Thurber Country (Fiction) by James Thurber; Who needs an introduction or even a review for Thurber. Was an absolute delight as most of his books are. But I traced a bit of misogyny which could have been par for the 40s and 30s but found it jarring today. Statements like “Shall I make a drink for you” I asked the lady. “No” she replied in a voice that corked the bottles! Fantastic.

a.    Started on 30th November and finished on 3rd Dec

b.    Recommended by self

37. How I came to know fish (Fiction) by Ota Pavel; Impulsive shopping. Prague, Czech life and Nazi occupation was enough to bait this fish. A lovely little book. Hilarious anecdotes. Unlikely kindness from unexpected quarters. The descent into madness. Glad I found it and read it. While the book has been fortunately not depressing, thanks to the ability of the Czechs to laugh things off, the reference to Massacre of Lidice exposed once again the barbarity of the Germans.

a.    Started and finished on 4th Dec

b.    Recommended by self

38. The age of surveillance capitalism – the fight for a human future at the new frontier of power (Non-Fiction) by Shoshana Zuboff; A powerful, relevant book. Glad I took it up despite its imposing size and subject matter. She writes from her heart. It is a miracle that Google and Facebook did not knock her off before she finished this book. Who decides is authority and who decides who decides is power. Just a sample of what her depth and grasp of the topic are. And towards the end, she says this “It is not Ok for every move, emotion, utterance, and desire to be cataloged, manipulated, and then sued to surreptitiously herd us through the future tense for the sake of someone else’s profit” A wonderful book and a must-read.

a.    Started on 5th Dec and finished on 24th Dec

b.    Recommended by The Guardian

39. Skorzeny; The most dangerous man in Europe (Non-Fiction) by Charles Whiting; A small book that is a one-sit read. A man whose life is the proverbial larger than life. Daring rescues, bluffs, and romancing Eva Peron! – It is a pity that he did not write that book soon after the war while he still had a choice, but people who are self-centered would only care about what they did and not about what events needed to be said to let the world know what had actually transpired. Given my dislike to Churchill, if his book had been published and exposed Churchill, Ahhhhhh… life is so unfair!

a.    Started on 25th Dec and finished on 25th Dec

b.    Recommended (and gifted) by Pavel Sedivy

40. The remains of the day (Fiction) by Kazuo Ishiguro; What a beautiful language and what a story he has weaved. Now I am dying to see the film to see what Mr. Hopkins has done to Mr. Stevens. A lovely book, and most wonderful language reminiscent of P.G. Wodehouse and Maugham. A lovely way to end the year.

a.    Started on 25th Dec and finished on 29th December

b.    Recommended by self

So, that is my summary of the books I had read this last year. See you again on 1st of January 2022, with a list of books that I managed to read during this year.

 

  


Monday, December 7, 2020

Solitude is my lover.

 Solitude is my lover &

Silence is my muse

However, though it’s a curse

When the choices I prefer are

Conversation and comradery.

 

I speak less these days

For fear of being misunderstood

Misinterpreted and boxed into a

Category of not my making.

 

One sentence that results from

Employment of commonsense and

 

Meat eaters call me a hypocrite

Hindus call me a Muslim lover

Vegetarians brand me cruel

Liberals declare me blinkered

Conservatives label me a radical

Dalits accuse me a privileged Brahmin

Old announce I am an iconoclast

Christians slot me a heretic

Young stamp me orthodox

Muslims assail me a closet Sanghi

Women call me a misogynist

Brahmins name me a populist

Men ridicule me as a feminist

Educated say that I am that rare specimen

That can exist without a brain

The idiots call me names

And the educated idiots, resort to troll

 

Clueless and clobbered

I resolve never to utter another word

Retreat into my shell

And nurse my wounds!

 

Bob Dylan sang

How many times can a man turn his head?

 

Provoked and concerned

Or probably


Provoked because I am concerned


I utter my next statement and am

Drawn into the same whirlpool again.

 

Give up this torture

Advise me, my well-wishers.

You can’t change the world

Discourage the pessimists.

Can’t ignore the power of one

Goad me the eternal optimists.

 

Torn between hope and despair

Tormented as my default state

Vacillating between the

Desire to effect a change

And the inability to endure the pain

I immerse myself in

Challenging tasks and imposing tomes

Candid conversations and constructive thoughts

New hobbies and enervating workouts

 

I stay away and lie low

But beneath the ash

The embers continue to glow

And sooner than I know

Am drawn to shoot the next arrow.

 

I have been fighting for long

Trying too strong

The older I get

The more tiring it gets.

Even though I love the company

I am now forced to confess

Solitude is my lover &

Silence is my muse.



The photograph was taken by me  somewhere between Pune and Goa cca 2009.


Tuesday, November 24, 2020

It is only when I meet people.............

 

The mountains make me happy

The swaying trees, strong trunks

A canopy of leaves, meandering trails

Nests for birds burrow for rabbits

Shade in the sun, shelter from the wind

Unquestioning, unflinching, not judging

Not reciting past laurels, nor planning future conquests

Living the moment, respecting you when you are fair

Making you pay, dearly, when you dare!

 

The rivers make me happy

The gentle current, the soothing flow

Forever flowing, never still

Raging torrents, ravishing shades

Asking nothing, accepting abuse

Dogged in determination, showing no discrimination

Teaching me to be constant, industrious, and just

Demonstrating that path is incidental and

The destination is the only essential.

 

The songs keep me happy

The melodious and the mellifluent

The soft and the shattering

Meaningful and merely foot tapping

Deep, shallow, empty, and all in between

Instrumental and the monumental

Rebellious ones that changed history

Mere renditions of actual history

Ephemeral and the eternal, momentary and the momentous

Ballads, party, pretty and boisterous

They teach me love, understanding, empathy

And have shown that they can lead a change!

Be it Times they are a-changing

Or Hum kagaz nahi dikhayenge

 

The books keep me happy

The thin and the bulky

Fables, fantasies, and fantastic

Tragic, triumphant, and the telling

Comic, coming of age, and the compelling

History, historic and of the heroes

Magical, mystical, and the majestic

Morals, metaphors, and allegories

It is not an empty claim to say

All that I needed to learn, I learned from the books.

 

The children make me happy

In their innocence I see trust

In their trust, I see the confidence

In their confidence, I see a tomorrow

In their smiles, I see a hope

In their hopes, I see a light

In their sharing, I see no schemes

In their caring, I see no expectations

Unlike grownups in the children

I see a desire to be happy

They show us what we once were

And what we could have been, if we cared.

 

The dogs make me happy

The unconditional love

The underserved devotion

The selfless dedication

Their capacity to live only for you

With no life that you can call their own.

They play when you want them to

Sleep when you sleep, walk when you take them

A broken ball keeps them glad

A harsh word makes them sad

A mere treat sends them to raptures

They show you how to care and how not to fake

 

 

That is why when I meet people

I take my dog and go to the mountain or the river

Or spend my time with a book, music, or a toddler!



Pic Courtesy: istockphoto.com

Friday, September 25, 2020

Remember to forget.

 


Pic Credit: Reuters/Stringer


What can I do?

I try hard to forget

But I always remember

What I am trying to forget!

 

The devious ways of

The despots masquerading as leaders

Stay planted in my brain

When I try hard to forget!

 

The scattered bodies

Of countless less fortunate

Do not leave my retina

When I try hard to forget!

 

The plight of common people

In contrast to the greedy connivers

Do not leave my conscience

When I try hard to forget!

 

Images of children washed ashore

That of immigrants stranded and drowning

Stay even behind closed lids, however

Hard I try to forget!

 

Voices of dissent silenced

Right to protest crushed

Deafen me at the silence they evoke and

I can’t forget how much ever I try!

 

A cartel runs most countries

Fake news lords over real news

Common sense is conspicuous in absence

I can’t forget however hard I try!

 

Divided in the name of religion

Persecuted due to birth lottery

Bigots normalizing this is something

I can’t seem to forget!

 

Men lecturing women on women

Strutting around in their male privilege

Insensitive to every cry is something

I can’t manage to forget!

 

The pride of patriarchy

The assumed birthright of being a male

Does not seem to vanish anytime soon is

Something I can’t ever forget!

 

We the people have become

Blind to all injustice

Deaf to plaintive cries

Neutral when a stand must be taken

Selfish when love is scarce

Timid when valor is in need

Slaves when freedom is at stake

Silent witnesses when atrocity is rampant

Judgmental when sensitivity was needed

Is something that I

Never seem to forget!

Friday, September 18, 2020

Musings

 


Pic Courtesy: Visioneyes.com


Musing 1


Doublespeak!


Invite a family

Insult all of them

Show zero sensitivity

Say, Have a good day!


Call the man a thief

Question his integrity

Ridicule his faith

Say, we are fair people!


Call the woman a slut

Tell her that she is a stain on the society

Tell her she is unfit to exist

Say, we treat women as goddesses!


Ask the son to stay at a distance

Question his caste and religion

Laugh at his broken English

Say, children are our future!


Do not even acknowledge the daughter

Tell her that her dress is improper

Ask her to wait her turn to speak

Say, gender equality is paramount!


Of course, the grandparents

Show them outward deference

Ignore them and mock them

Say, respect is our tradition!


Dear India*

When did you become such a monster?


Hello paid trolls

Do you realize the damage you cause

Beyond the pittance that you earn?

That you could do with respect

And from the sweat of your toils.


Hello politicians

Where is your conscience, if you still possess one?

Are you able to look at your family with no shame?

Or are they too, just the same?


Cry, my beloved country!

* - India can be replaced with any other nation that fits the pattern, there are many today!


Musing 2


Missing Complaint!


Please do not go

We need you here

The world needs you

Today, more than ever.


Leaders do not care

For you anymore.

As a matter of fact, they encourage

Others to shun you.


Your presence is not tolerated

Your followers are persecuted

The mere resemblance is ridiculed

But, still do not give up and go


Seniors rate low, their

Subordinates who side with you

Families look on with scorn

At anyone who keeps your company


The judiciary, the media

The print, the society

The law, police & administration

They all treat you like a plague.


Politicians plan their manifestos

Judges deliver their verdicts

Administration runs their systems

To make sure you perish


You have been insulted

Mistreated, mauled

Crushed beyond recognition

And often left uncared for


Most have given up on you

And you can't find fault in that

For how long can they

Also, hold on to you?


You are tied to the mast

Ready to be burnt at the stake

Still, I beseech you, Commonsense

Do not leave us, please.




 



Thursday, August 27, 2020

Tenet - A Palindrome

 

Spoiler Alert: Like most Nolan films, it is at the same time yes and/or no. What do you mean spoilers? Anyway, one does not understand the Nolan films. So, reading up is actually recommendable before you go to his films. 


A friend of mine (goes by the handle of @VJ290481) on Twitter put it more succinctly “One must make sure to read the movie’s Wikipedia plot section before watching any of Nolan’s films. This way you can follow 50% of the movie, to get it 100% you gotta be Nolan”


My blog posts are usually ramblings of my wandering mind. They usually are not reviewing books or films. But a rare experience comes along and triggers the write button. Nolan, going forward, should do two options. One, the full-length film; two, a much shorter version just capturing the essentials, a little longer than the trailer, but much shorter the full length.


I will split my review also to the same design.


The much shorter version: Terrorists storming a swanky setting, people rushing into save, spellbinding action, the action scene gets over. People conduct normal conversations in city surroundings. (No, the city does not fold in on them or explode) The scientist explains time-bending science to the hero. The time-bending science is continuously explained. More action sequences. Movie ends.


The shortest version (A Bonus)

This one is not written by me, it is already written within the film itself (Trust Nolan to do those clever tricks, a loop inside a loop). This is an actual conversation between the leads in the film


Neil: What the hell happened here?


The Protagonist: Hasn't happened yet


The full-length version.


The film starts in the usual Nolan way. A grand opera. The conductor getting ready to start the proceedings. You instinctively know the poor guy does not stand a chance. BANG. He is shot. The opera is taken hostage by a bunch of thugs. Why, where – you must wait for the police to arrive to find out. The police come. Our protagonist surprisingly named the protagonist, waits with few others, and after applying a simple Velcro badge of the correct police logo, joins the team of police that has arrived to rescue. Pulsating music, masked faces, the sleeping audience (in the film, not in the cinema hall, I mean not yet, it is too early in the film for that to happen) and a fantastic action sequence later (no one knows whether the rescue operation was successful or not) the protagonist is tortured and bites on a cyanide bullet to end it all.


GOTCHA!


Not so soon, that was a fake capsule; everyone knows it except the Russians who were torturing him. All bond films ridicule the intelligence levels of Russians for ages, but this is taking it to a new level.


From the opera house to a ship, you suddenly find the protagonist (TP from now on) sauntering the streets of good old London, recruiting the most handsome vampire (TMHV in short). TG and TMHV are not the normal young people that you see on the streets. Listening to their discussions, they remind you more of a Rutherford and Einstein before August 1945.


Cue to move to some underground (physically not metaphorically) lab, where a mandatory white coat lab scientist explains the trademarked “Nolan and his time obsession” by making the TG shoot to get the bullet back into the chamber. The ear-splitting almost real-life imitation sound of a bullet is recreated by the Swedish composer. (The Swedish composers are probably born with a secret DNA strain that makes them the perfect fit for apocalypse films – Chernobyl & Joker and now Tenet)


Jump next to the orgasm moment for all Indians. TP and TMHV visit Bombay and we have Dimple Kapadia on screen. Only Nolan can convert the eternally bikini-clad Dimple effortlessly into an arms dealer. Bobby to Priya is a long road indeed. She is required to look serious and utter more serious lines and she pulls it off. Not knowing what is happening around you gives you an immense amount of confidence to handle the proceedings. For all the troubles they took to travel to Bombay meet Bobby err Priya, they get just one name. Could have been a simple zoom call.


Back in London, TP sees a woman you initially mistake for Madame Olympe Maxime. Some mother-son tender moments play out that makes you think maybe meeting Dimple in Bombay has reduced Nolan to a Bollywood director. The tallest woman you have seen since Goblet of Fire turns out to be the wife (estranged or still current is immaterial as time keeps flowing forward and backward) of the person the name of who TP and TMHV extracted from Dimple.


She has some background in being a con artist. Some fake Goya sold to the man (goes by the name Sator) and he was so pissed off he separates mother and son – much like an 80s Hindi film villain. I tell you guys; Dimple has had more impact on Nolan than you first admit. Now follows some typically Nolansque scenes where TP and TMHV crash (literally and not just any mere crash, this is as big as it gets, how big? – well, how about a 747 into a freeport?) into the safe, switch the fake and engage in a fight where there are TP, TMHV, and what you think are two masked men.


GOTCHA yet again. It was just one masked man. and one even turns out to be TP himself. So were there 4, 3 or just 2 of them? My bet is on three! But who am I to decipher Nolan?  


All is well at this stage. The tallest woman and TP meet Sator and Sator immediately tells TP that he plans to kill him. Nice bloke. I like no-nonsense villains. If only he had not reminded me of Captain Haddock! I could not help smiling whenever he came on screen. I was looking for TinTin and Snowy in all earnest.


TP and Sator agree to TP stealing some Plutonium. An edge of the seat burglary and a car chase later the stolen box of plutonium changes hand so many times that you just do not care anymore where the damn thing went so long as the car chase ended. Cars sailing backward, cars moving in formation, good old pass the parcel, some super heavy fire engines to kick start the process and then back to some time-transition scene – it is more like watching two channels on the TV at the same time, one screen a dull grey and other a developing-room red- anyway the scene ends with the clear conclusion TP does not have whatever it is that he was supposed to have and instead, he only has the tallest woman to deal with.


Another pincer movement tryst with the 747 crashing into the freeport and shortly after small mumbo-jumbo they are all back, ominously deciding that the climax must be in Oslo. However, Nolan decides it shall be another pincer movement with red and blue color-coding, expecting that it will make it clear, ha ha ha, and then a lot of army-like people assemble and take off towards an Estonian old industrial relic that is tailor-made for climax of films that have Armageddon in their mind.


In between backward traveling ships and other such visual clues tell you that all is well in Nolan’s universe.


After that 747 crashing into the freeport a second time, the tallest woman is back in the pink of her health and three teams proceed towards the climax.


The Red and Blue team planning a visually stunning but cerebrally draining maneuver in the above mentioned Estonian industrial relic while the tallest woman sets out on a tryst with Captain Haddock (Minus TinTin and Snowy).


Pardon me the overlook, that I shall correct right now – there is the ever-constant Michael Caine meeting TP in one of those posh English restaurants where he comments about the nice cut of the suits that TP was wearing. TPs reply was supposed to be the one frame blink-it-and-you-miss-it humor quotient of the film.


The said Estonian landscape has some 9 kinds of stuff gathered by Captain Haddock, no relation to Horcruxes of the Lord Voldemort, but almost similar, but not exactly the same, which TP and TMHV must recover and deactivate before the universally accepted green timer clock ticks down to zero.


No one knows what happens in those frenzied last 10 minutes of blue and red forging ahead with bombs exploding and buildings getting fixed in reverse of the explosions (maybe it was actually 10 mins for blue and 10 mins for red but by this time no one cares a fuck) and all ends well. TMHV rescues TP and a no-frills and fancy army captain and they decide to go about their way.


In the meantime, the tallest woman can’t bring herself around to do a simple sun lotion on the back of Captain Haddock and shoots him dead.


So, you think the movie ends!


GOTCHA yet again.


Bobby turned arms dealer Priya and a mean-looking, albeit incompetent assassin waits outside this posh English school to kill the tallest woman. Whoever plans a kill in the busy streets when so much of alleys and empty apartments await?


BHAM! TP kills the assassin. The assassin deserves that fucking bullet. What sort of an assassin does not notice his assassin getting in the back of his car?


This being a Nolan film you do not dare walk out of the cinema hall before the usher drives you out. So, you sit through the credits and nothing happens during or after the credits, fooling you yet again. I have now lost track of the number of times Nolan gleefully shouted GOTCHA!


Trivia – John David Washington is the son of Denzel Washington


Friday, August 14, 2020

I hope, therefore I am !

 When the strong rays of hope

Dispel the lingering fog of despair

How can one not hope?

 

When the gentle caress of love

Erases the creases of hate

How can one not love?

 

When the flowing stream of compassion

Smoothens the pebbles of discord

How can one not be gentle?

 

When the soft words of comfort

Extinguish the flames of hatred

How can one be harsh?

 

When the shining beacons of intellect

Guide one through treacherous waves of stupidity

How can one not be wise?

 

Like a cool breeze, that comes out of nowhere to soothe

When a stranger, with nothing to gain, appears to help

How can one nurture distrust?

 

When the strong banks of justice

Hold back the raging river that is divisive

How can one not be just?

 

When people, even if less in numbers, with good intentions

Stand tall and unflinching in the face of oppression

How can one not be inspired?

 

When fearless journalists question the ranks

Like the “tank man” who braved the tanks

How can one lose hope?

 

When everything looks hopelessly dark

And you know that it is the darkest before dawn

How can one not hope?

 

Hoping that hope does not betray my hope to hope!