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Friday, February 28, 2020

Why I am not a Hindu


Recent incidences of violence, in India, have left me shattered and filled me with shame. While my conscience is clear and the stand of my immediate family (I say immediate family because there are “Sanghis” in my family too) is a balanced one, it is a fact that a rank outsider may very well, judge me just on the fact that I am a Hindu.

I am not a Hindu, I do not want to be a Hindu; me being a Hindu is just a birth lottery, an event on which I had zero control.

Looking at my nation today, I have every reason to feel ashamed of being a Hindu.

I am tired of the endless questions, challenges and justifications that keep pouring with alarming frequency and with increasing absurdity. It appears that the only arsenal left in this argument is to present yourself so absolutely irrational, that a counter-argument is just not possible, to even form, let alone be taken to fruition.

Life should be defined “in the now”. Your life is what you are living right now. The acts that you commit, has an impact on your life and the lives of others, depending on the influence you wield, in the present, and in many instances how the future acts are shaped.

Remember your history, else you will have to repeat it is indeed a strong guiding principle if and only if this is practiced towards making a better present and a more meaningful future. If we are going to remember history with a singular purpose of exacting revenge, right the (perceived and real) wrongs and to shape or alter it to fit our narrative to achieve our end goal, it is meaningless to me. I would rather forget my history, not care to even understand who killed who, when, how many, how and so on.

The current state of lawlessness and the brazen display of the “who-can-touch-me” attitude being put on clearly for the world to see is alarming and disgusting in equal measure. Each election is fought on divisive platforms. It is always putting one against the other. Not economy, not improvements, not employments, not infrastructure, not agriculture. Just a simple brutal one vs another. Hindu Muslim sits at the very top. Followed by, upper-caste vs lower caste, lower caster vs scheduled castes, scheduled castes vs tribal, farmer vs city dweller, people marked with their ethnography, where they hail from, what they eat, …. Not one issue worth it's salt. When I watch such election rallies and the issues on which the elections are fought, I am left dumbstruck. That people would not cringe uttering such sheer lunatic ramblings stun me.

Politics has become a four-letter word, not just in India, but the world over, thanks to the rise of right-wing nationalism, slowly and steadily. Like every known form of cancer. And as in cancer, there is no cure. While every party is deplorable, with its myopia and self-serving agenda, my greatest regret, anger, fury, disgust, helplessness, frustration and total disrespect is reserved entirely towards one party.

The BJP.

Founded on the distorted ideologies of RSS and been in the sidelines of the political field for long periods, the bigot filled party rose on the Hindu Muslim agenda and rode to power. The mothership, RSS itself is an aberration and would have been banned in any country that values human lives and morals. RSS had been banned in India on more than one occasion. But, like a weed that keeps sprouting in your garden, parasitically sucking the nutrients of the other plants, killing them in the long run, the organization which is an insult to any human being with a modicum of intelligence and self-respect kept coming back to life. Like the patch of the garden that is not attended to in time, the few saplings of weed had grown and engulfed the entire garden, leaving the place only for the Lotus!

The rise of BJP, and the associated Hindutva, is not so much an accomplishment of its own. It is more a degeneration of the only meaningful opponent it ever had, the Indian National Congress. The Congress party that fought for the freedom, that stood for secularism lost its mantle, the meaning, and character, gradually, steadily over a long-drawn period. The initial euphoria of freedom soon died, and the slow and steady decline of congress had many reasons. I am listing here the important ones in my reckoning

·       Socialism (instead of competitive capitalism, this defeated all the good intentions and gave a false sense of security and encouraged protectionism while the world was growing rapidly)
·       Bureaucracy
·       Nepotism – (Converting Congress into a Gandhi-Nehru dynasty)
·       Corruption
·       Pseudo-secularism (If the BJP, my main target in this blog is guilty of blatant Hindutva, Congress encouraged selective appeasement with only the vote bank in mind)
·       Complacency

Even the brilliant turnaround of the flailing Indian economy engineered by the eminent stalwarts like Manmohan Singh and Ahluwalia under the helm of the most underrated, unacknowledged Prime Minister of India, P V Narasimha Rao, could not save the congress from the eventual capitulation. As the Congress party failed to control nepotism (Robert Vadra, just the tip of an enormous iceberg, that sank the Titanic called Congress) and rampant corruption, even an unblemished, beyond reproach Mr. Singh could not save the congress. When the need of the hour was for a leader of excellent leadership and spotless track record, all they could come up with was, a Rahul Gandhi. A man so unbelievably asinine, even a scripted role of a village idiot would fail against him. It is like the slaves languishing under the Pharaoh waiting for their messiah to get a clown who hopes to entertain them with an inept act of juggling.

The less said about him, the better.

The British ruled India for upwards of 200 years. This came to pass, among other things, mainly due to a singular fact – lack of unity between many warring factions. Brits found this a fertile ground and invented divide and rule.

BJP, in the 21st century was offered the same conditions to flourish, on a silver platter with watercresses around it (as PG Wodehouse would have said), by various regional parties who could not muster up a nationwide opposition or a combined party of any substance. The communist party ruled just two states, the regional parties ruled many states and the only meaningful opposition, if one could call the crumbling Congress that, was Congress. Congress was no match to BJP at this stage. And predictably the Congress was routed in two successive elections and the nemesis of India, the BJP stormed to power. The reason I hate BJP is it is communal and divisive. Among the many arsenals of the BJP, its topmost strengths(!) are

·               It lies – unashamedly, brazenly, with not a care about any documented              evidence
·                Rules through fear
·                Has no morals
·                Anti-Muslim

Let us go over them one by one.

Lies:

No other organization or its leaders lie as much as BJP or Narendra Modi does. And the sheer hypocrisy is even more stunning. They have at their disposal, a great army of IT cell operators, their rabid followers (called Bhakts in India – meaning an obedient and blind follower) and bought media to propagate and foster their lies. BJP has taken lying as an art to a level till date never experienced. Normal people care a little while lying as there is no shame greater than to be caught having lied. People in public light are expected to be extra vigilant, simply because they are in the public light. In today’s digital world, everything you ever said is captured somewhere and stored for eternity. It does not take too long to reproduce what someone said on some topic at any given point in time.

Election manifesto as a form of a lie is not relevant anymore. No one takes promises made in election manifesto seriously anymore. (It is however, worth reminding here, that BJP had gone on and implemented most of their farfetched fanatical commitments made, very much similar to Hitler and Mein Kempf; no one took them seriously and by the time they did, it was already too late) What makes BJP stand apart is their brazenness in lying after the elections. They lie so openly and confidently, that an ordinary guy who would like to question pauses to think, along these lines,” if he is saying so confidently, would he be lying”.

George Orwell gave the world a completely new set of vocabulary with his seminal work of dystopia “1984” and the most telling of them is doublespeak. If someone had perfected the art of doublespeak, it is BJP. They would win all the awards by a huge margin if there were to be a competition on doublespeak. Claim that they do not differentiate based on religion and implement a draconian law that excludes one religion. Claim that they encourage dissent and transfer every official who does that. Claim that they encourage dissent and quell the same with a ruthlessness that is outright scary. Which government unleashes its own police force to squash a student unrest? I had once mentioned in an earlier blogpost of mine, that India is the only country where people are scared when a policeman approaches them. It is still true. When police force with such a reputation is given carte blanche, chaos follows every single time. (On an unrelated note, the police killed four rape accused in a staged encounter after yet another brutal rape. People celebrated and even garlanded the cops. The judiciary ordered an inquiry commission, and no one remembers it now (just 4 months ago) as the country is now under the grip of the Citizenship act and the pogrom that is ensuing)

Keep the people confused is their mantra. The recent case of Modi and Shah’s stand on NRC is a sterling example.



(For those who do not follow Hindi, the prime minister says that he or his government never even discussed NRC while his right-hand man, the home minister says NRC will come, not just in Assam but all over India)

A sample is enough here as more eminent people like Krish Ashok, Varun Grover, Sayantan Ghosh, Ujval and Rana Ayub have exposed the lies of these two leaders (!) on numerous occasions.

Rules through fear:

What is indisputable today about India is that there is a palpable sense of fear permeating every aspect of society. Walls have ears is suddenly becoming a frightening reality. People are afraid to speak out. Because if they do, they are hounded. Trolled mercilessly online, targeted viciously, harmed physically and subjected to every scrutiny possible under various departments at the disposal of the government. Few celebrities in the past spoke about this “climate of fear” and paid a heavy price. Their films were boycotted, they and their families were harassed, effigies were burnt, their loyalty questioned, and they were given the extreme ultimatum by the Bhakts and the government – in India, it is “Go to Pakistan”. Anyone who questions them must leave India. The discord is so deeply rooted in India, that if you were to ask a school going child “What is the opposite of India”, chances are the child will answer “Pakistan”.

As Ramachandra Guha pointed out recently, the institutes that are meant to be independent and autonomous have all been compromised and they live today in constant fear of the government and toe their line. The institutes in question are, not exhaustive but representative of the rot that had set in, the judiciary, the army, the police force, the election commission, the media and the RBI (Reserve bank of India). When these institutes, who can check an irresponsible government, are kept on a tight leash, what hopes can a common man nurture? A stray, honest officer who breaks the line is immediately transferred or arrested under seditious acts that give the police the privilege to detain him/her endlessly without providing a reason.

Of all the compromised institutions, no one can hold a candle to the media. Arnab Goswami is an insult to a human being!

Industrialists or public figures who dare to question the government are hounded by a battery of institutions, like the income tax, foreign exchange regulatory, excise evasion, disproportionate asset inquiry ….

Rahul Bajaj, Naseeruddin Shah, Amir Khan, Shah Rukh Khan are some of the names that come to mind who spoke up and paid a price. (or still paying a price)

Another great weapon they have recently discovered, and are putting to great use, is ban the internet! They do it so regularly that it has become a norm now than an exception.

Has no morals:

·                   Sadhvi Pragya – terror accused – Member of Parliament
·             Kuldeep Singh Sengar – Member of parliament convicted of rape, murder, attempt to murder, criminal conspiracy and criminal intimidation.
·               Kapil Mishra – MLA – singularly to be held responsible for the current crisis in Delhi which saw the worst unrest that had claimed 38 lives (and counting)
·             Yogi Adityanath – Hindutva Chief Minister of UP, a state where police brutality has made even the Indian population go numb with disbelief, who also made a speech during the recently concluded Delhi election in which he said “If they do not understand words, they will understand bullets”
·        Anurag Thakur – A minister of State, no less. Who recently encouraged (a euphemism for whipping them to a blind frenzy) a congregation of Bhakts to chant “Shoot the traitors”
·            Amit Shah – Home Minister – Investigated for murder
·         Narendra Modi – During 2002 Gujrat riots made the remark “Newton’s third law – every action has a reaction” to stand mute to state-sponsored terrorism, an act that was so widely condemned that he was not sanctioned a US visa for years. (It is a different story now, that he is the PM and he has so many similarities with Donald Trump, that he is not only granted the elusive visa (a prized possession for any self-respecting Gujarati) but he had been given rousing receptions a few times already.

All of them are free and roaming around poisoning the nation.

In fact, the whole BJP party reads like the ready reckoner to the vilest assembly of people. Their leaders continuously insult known icons, historical and contemporary, blatantly flout norms and act as if (they are right here) they are above law.

There is an Indian saying that goes “Yata Raja, tata Praja” meaning the people will be like their king, in behavior. BJP is the modern-day explanation or a case in point to this saying.

The prime minister, a regular on Twitter (not so much like Donald Trump, but let us say he would measure a 0.65 DT on a Donald trump Twitter activity scale) who tweets on almost all national and international events, be it an Oscar win, a cricket match, a wrestler bagging gold, a child enacting a Babri-Masjid demolition in a school play chooses to keep quiet when students are targeted and brutalized inside college campuses when the country’s capital burns when his ministers and the members of the party say all those atrocious things (Godse was a true patriot, Nehru was a womanizer, Give me three days and ask the police to look the other way and I will clean India of Muslims…)

Anti-Muslim:

Unlike the previous three strengths (!) of BJP, this one needs no elaboration. It is clear. Crystal clear as Jack Nicholson said in A Few Good Men!

Every single act that they commit, every act they implement, every step they take is rooted only in one agenda. How to fuck a Muslim. Where this deep-rooted bigotry stemmed from is no secret. Their ideology is shaped by the RSS, the parent organization that had called for a Hindu Rashtra even before independence. What is surprising is that a human being is capable of this much hatred can be nurtured with apparently no end to the appetite whatsoever. As some of their party members repeatedly proclaim, “we shall rest only when the last termite / vermin are thrown out”, probably they would rest only when India is free of the Muslim population. The catch here is where will be they be thrown out? To which nation can they possibly go? Thanks to the fundamentalists who had taken Jihad to a global terror scale and many misplaced brainwashed morons causing terrible agony the world over, Islamophobia is already an alarming trend. The catch-22 situation is that they have no place to go. Trust the BJP to have an answer for every problem. They are building detention centers across the breadth of the country. I almost cried the other day, when I saw an interview with an illiterate building worker who was employed in building the very detention center. He said, “Probably I would end up here when it is finished, as I have no papers to prove that I am an Indian”. The diabolic NRC would make sure that the undesirables (throwback to 1930s Germany where the undesirables were the Jews, Gypsies, Dwarfs, Homosexuals, the communists…) fail the test. The test is as rigged as a loaded dice. Google “Will you pass the NRC test?” and check for yourself. Once you fail NRC, you are an illegal immigrant. Enter CAA, the mother of all acts, through which you are discarded straight away if you are a Muslim, and your chances are not any to shout from the rooftop, if you are a non-Muslim.

Simply put, the government can simply decide who can stay and who will go? If you had been to Auschwitz, you would have seen the notorious photograph of the German doctor who, with a flick of his hand, sent the prisoners to the left to the labor camp or to the right to the gas chambers. This is exactly the same. An exercise of NRC was carried out in Assam, a north-eastern state with diabolic results. 1.9 million people were left with a tag “illegal immigrant”.

Watch this wonderful video by journalist Rohini Mohan



I gave up on religion long ago, when what I learned overtook the indoctrination that had been imbibed, by well-meaning parents, and proudly embraced rationalism. I refuse to use the term Atheist, as it is coined as an opposite of a theist, I am not non-somebody. I consider myself a rational human being trusting no alter-life or heaven with 72 virgins or a purgatory where you burn forever and after.

BJP made me announce that I do not want to be known as a Hindu, specifically. The term makes me cringe. Trust me when I tell you, that the brainwashed are not just the blind Bhakts or the illiterate masses. Educated people (by education I mean those who have at least graduated, who have access to materials to read, who can shape an opinion on one’s own intelligence) make a sizeable portion of the Bhakt world.

If a Jew recalls a history to settle scores, in the present, with Germans and Arabs, then I do not want to be a Jew.

If a Muslim is going to settle scores with Americans or Hindus by quoting historical aberrations, I do not want to be a Muslim.

If a Hindu refers to Mughals and, by inference, the Muslims and kill people and destroy property, I do not want to be a Hindu.

As a citizen of India, I have the right to demand what is inherently, originally mine. I am asking for that from this bigoted, hate-filled, venom-spewing BJP


“Give my India back and get the hell out of my country!”


Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Things that confuse/amuse me


     1.       Someone shouting “keep quiet”
     2.       Moral instruction classes in Finance, Insurance, banking sector, investment bankers
    3.       Rational and Modi / Trump / Orban / ….. in the same sentence
    4.       Girl files a case against a powerful man for molesting her; Police arrests the girl!
    5.       Jo Cox died fighting against Brexit; Boris Johnson campaigned to get Brexit done to honor her death
a.       And won!
    6.       Finance Minister said the use of Uber is the reason for Auto sector slowdown
    7.       Questions of the following types in a visa application
a.       Have you ever funded a terrorist?
b.       Have you packed some of the forbidden stuff in your check-in?
c.       Have you ever indulged in activities against the government?
    8.       Being mean to your family while being considerate to strangers
    9.       Everything that Trump says and does
    10.   People who send a digital rose and a good morning EVERYDAY on any of the social media (or on all of them)
a.       And expect you to reply
b.       And get offended when you do not
    11.   When the menu options are Veg, Pure Veg and Vegan. What is this Pure Veg? Then, what is Veg?  (But no such flamboyance on meat – it is just plain Non-Veg. It does not even have an identity of itself. It is non-something. What an existential identity crisis. Why there is no Pure Non-Veg?)
    12.   Beware of dog. Why? I never found dogs to be a problem. People are my main issues. How about a “beware of people”?
a.       For that matter never a Beware of a cat or a snake or a hamster!
    13.   While driving, my spouse leaning forward and looking to his/her side of the road when I need to take a turn; as a result, I end up looking at the back of my spouse’s head. (There, it is gender-neutral now, lest someone jump on me)
    14.   Right-wing nationalists going bonkers on the family group or friends’ group on WhatsApp
a.       And provide weird logic
b.       Distort history
c.       Invent new history
d.       Refuse any logic whatsoever
e.       And base all their arguments on “where were you” “why that happened” “are we supposed to stay quiet” “we have been tolerant too long”
    15.   Educated and rational people falling for fake news that resonate with their echo chambers
    16.   Arnab Goswami



    17.   Mother’s question to her children living away from home is always “What did you have for dinner?”
a.       Even when the call is in the afternoon 😊
    18.   People reading books written by other people to practice “Self-help”
    19.   How most people who watch F1 secretly desire a spectacular crash to unfold
    20.   That people still say Madonna when they mean Maradona
    21.   How regularly people in non-English speaking countries say “Pernament”
    22.   When I watch people doing math by counting their fingers
    23.   I check a flight ticket to …..(insert country/city name here) online and immediately there are pop-up ads on every website I visit that lasts for a few weeks.
    24.   The audacity and stupidity of Amazon suggesting me products based on my last purchase
    25.   When I see the frustration of a person when his/her sarcasm is wasted
    26.   When rhetoric questions are answered
    27.   Managers “seeking” opinion with leading questions
a.       Don’t you agree?
b.       Isn’t it a good idea to…?
    28.   The confidence of an Indian household on Turmeric to cure everything
    29.   Modi / Shah talking about communal harmony
    30.   Iran shoots down a passenger jet and gets away (and not even saying sorry)
    31.   When people say “he/she died like a dog”
a.       What does it even mean?
b.       More frustrating when I had a dog (and loved it dearly and lost it prematurely)
    32.   The confidence of some of the people on their TikTok videos

Saturday, February 15, 2020

No Smoking - Prohibited !


That was an actual sign!

You will think I am making it up

So, here is the proof



This was in Goa, India – cca 2009

In all probability, it is still there.

Looking at this photograph from the archives triggered a recollection of countless signs, I had seen in India.

Oh, they are endless and incredulous. More so, when you have spent a good amount of time in Pune.

That city has class, no one can come close to that attitude.

You need to just pass by the old Peths, Somvarpeth to Ravivarpeth (literally Monday-locality to Sunday-locality) and of course you need to have a keen eye.

The few that I can recollect are listed here and am requesting my friends to add more that they may recall in the comments section.

·       Press the calling bell just once – I pay the electricity bill, not your father! (near the entrance of a typical Pune uncle’s home – imagine calculating the power that is consumed by pressing the bell more than once! Amazing)

·       There will be no air in your wheels if you park here! (No parking is stale and there is no imagination. Of course, a mere No Parking will not do. As if Indian people follow signs and instructions – the consequences and repercussions must be spelled out)
o   I always imagined this Pune man/woman keeping a watch from a vantage point with a small metal pin in their hand, ready to deflate the tubes and leave your vehicle “with no air”

·       Only 500 grams per customer – Capitalism – go take a break, customer – chill, this is Pune. This actually is a sign in one of the shops, selling the famous Bhakarwadis, a Pune specialty (inedible and atrocious in my personal opinion, but if I voice it in the neighborhood of Laxmi Road, I am likely to be lynched) – there is a loophole here that you can exploit. You can stand in the queue and buy again and again till you reach the total quantity you desire, only that you get only 0.5 kg at a time.

·       We have no branches – Prominently displayed at Kayani bakery and numerous other establishments. Who said business means expanding? In Pune it is exclusive.  Only Kayani Bakery. They open at 7 in the morning, close at 12. Open again at 4 in the evening and close at 8 pm. All this Ooh Ah about shorter working hours being introduced in these Scandinavian countries mean nothing to a Puneri. (Also knowing that their bread sells like hotcakes, they still make only a standard quantity each day and the cashier gets a sadistic pleasure in putting the sign “pav sampla” (Bread is sold out) by 7.45. They will go and take the trouble of making that display board, but not make extra bread)

·       I sell my products; I am not here to give you directions – a display at a shop close to the train station. (Surely, he must have lost his patience when an endless number of “customers” walked in to ask, “how do you go to Ruby/Jehangir hospital?”)

·       Beware of dogs and ghosts – an actual sign on the main gate near the cantonment area where I was living. The building looked scary enough to host ghosts, though I was not sure of dogs. (I saw neither, ever)

·       Don’t comb your hair here – near the washbasin in a restaurant, with a mirror (I always wondered if the mirror was the trigger for people to readjust their hair, the owner could have just removed the mirror)

·       Year-long sale for the next three days – Go figure this! (No, it wasn’t on 29th December)

·       Genuine artificial leather products sold here - !!!!!!!!!!!

·       The owner of the restaurant eats here (this one is from Bombay) – Never understood this one either – is the owner saying that his wife is a bad cook or implying he is doing cost-cutting or simply that he has no option – whatever, this can hardly be the sign to prompt customers to flock there)

·       As far as shop signs go, this one ranks as the most arresting to me. Opening hours of a cake shop, on Main Street – 10 to 1 , 4 to 7, Thursday Closed, Sunday Half Day, to this date I do not know, if it was closed in the morning or evening on Sunday, for I have always seen only the shutters down on that particular shop. 

      Life goals – Buy one cake from that shop!



Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Books read in 2019.


Hello everybody, a happy 2020 to everyone.

Continuing the habit, I formed last year, here is a list of books I read in 2019.

1.       The Ice Palace by Tarjei Vesaas; Weird book. There were chapters that completely sailed overhead. I am certain that even re-reading will not herald newer understanding. I grabbed the general outline but beyond that nothing. Naren’s reputation for “choosing the weird” is consolidated yet again. 😊
a.       Recommended by Naren.

2.       The Road by Cormac McCarthy; If someone told me to write about a father and son wandering a bleak landscape, I would have written probably 10 pages. Could have stretched it to 30 pages after throwing in some encounters. Period. This is what makes you marvel while you are reading the book. Pages after pages where he is just describing their journey. And what a vocabulary. No fancy big and intimidating words. You are left stunned at the words that are used, you had never heard before. And when you look up, the use is apt. He drags you inside. You are excited when they find food. You almost taste it when he describes it.  You are worried when danger approaches them. The dialogues are so minimal and natural. I had an additional pleasure of referring to the portfolio of my son that was inspired by The Road. An excellent book. I could not sleep after turning the last page.
a.       Footnote: Surprised to realize that the “No country for old men” was also his work
b.       Recommended by Ameya.





3.       The view from the cheap seats by Neil Gaiman; Quintessential NG. the first part and the last two parts were gripping. His writing is a pleasure always, however the intervening chapters, where he talks about authors, music and books of which, at least, I am not aware of, the connecting is poor. His style of writing is fabulous throughout the book. Self-recommendation, but the author had been brought to my notice by Ameya.
a.       And Neil is a powerful writer; he left an impression, literally




4.       The sense of an ending by Julian Barnes; Few books can rattle you as this does. That I knew nothing about the book or the author helped. Started reading with almost no expectations, but few pages into the book, I was already sure that I was reading something special. I hope that this book is not even remotely autobiographical – if it were, the author has balls, assuming he to be the narrator! The entire premise is so palpable, one could relate it to events in one’s life as one reads them. I have now reached an age where I do not care anymore if what I am reading is fiction or real. The last book I read before this gave me the tattoo that says it best. A monumental work. And a book that follows the Chekov’s Gun principle to perfection. Not one incident is superfluous, not one sentence is wasted and how beautifully he brings everything together in the last 200 words or so! The last sentence of the book is a repeat of an earlier utterance. The first time you encounter this sentence it evokes a snigger and a smile. When repeated at the end, it delivers a sledgehammer blow.
a.       Recommended by Manoj Joglekar, who had, with this, been responsible for three singularly important recommendations in/to my life.
                                                               i.      Sophie’s choice
                                                             ii.      Single Malt
                                                           iii.      The sense of an ending
b.       But do I trust my memory anymore? Certainly not, after reading this book! But Manoj, a great many thanks.

5.       Less by Andrew Sean Greer: An easy read. Effortlessly funny. Sample “The driver works the horn-like an outlaw at a gunfight. Stray dogs and goats leap from the road wearing guilty expressions and people leap aside wearing innocent ones”. Decent work with a lot of insight. Is it exceptional – the answer is no. Is it Pulitzer winning material – again the answer is no. But I am not on the judging panel of Pulitzer.
a.       Recommended by – The Guardian list of books.

6.       Bad Blood by John Carreyrou; Was pissed off when pages 1 to 22 were present two times in a copy that I bought off Amazon and pages 23 to 54 were completely missing! Mihir came to the rescue and was kind enough to scan the missing pages to me. Fantastic piece of investigative journalism. Elizabeth reminded me of the few toxic bosses I had, experienced first hand as well as seen the bad boss demoralizing friends. At times, it did feel like John had a personal ax to grind on Elizabeth, but as you approached the closing pages you conclude if anything he had been gentle on her on the contrary. Describing her, correctly, as a sociopath in the last paragraph of the book is poetic and apt.  As much credit goes to Tyler Schultz for standing firm and rendering the word integrity a resounding meaning.
a.       Recommended by Mihir.

7.       God Bless You Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut; This book was bought in 2006 and am reading it now! If ever you need an example for Tsundoku, I am your man. A totally insane novel. A smile is constantly pasted on your face at the sheer lunacy of Eliot is exhibited page after page. Cynical, grotesque and exceedingly funny. Compassion vs corporate culture.
a.       Recommended by self – from the collection of earlier years that was based on authors who left an impression.

8.       There is always a price tag by James Hadley Chase; My foray into English novels started with Chase, as it must have been for most Indians. He had a foolproof template. Ruthless killers, femme fatale, loads of money and riveting narration. No fancy words, no lofty ideals to preach and absolutely no scruples. His descriptions of people are still one of the best I have seen in writing.  Of course, there is nothing to write as a review. Regular Chase stuff. Keeps you glued. A welcome relief anytime. And I was so pissed off when I realized that the Hindi film Maharathi was a blatant copy – Now I need to check if they had given the credits to Mr. Chase.
a.       Recommended by – I do not even remember who introduced Chase to me – probably a friend of my dad or my brother.

9.       The Sixth Extinction by Elizabeth Kolbert; Books like these and authors who can even think of such themes, leave alone writing them, continue to amaze me. We owe these people a huge thanks for enriching our lives. And it is all the more humbling when you come across more such people within the book, who labor with unwavering determination to pursue topics that impact us globally. While reading such books I realize the need for an audiobook. No idea how half the terms are pronounced. I am sure I have pronounced them all wrong. Kudos to the author to make a technical subject so friendly, and easy to understand. With examples like “similar to you trying to build a house while someone is constantly stealing the bricks”.
a.       Recommended by Mihir.

10.   Exit West by Mohsin Hamid; Lovely prose and powerful. And relevant today. With statements like "to love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you” A winner all the way. Straight from the heart. The drifting away of the couple is so beautifully penned.
a.       Recommended by Mihir.

11.   https://carnegieendowment.org/2019/04/04/bjp-in-power-indian-democracy-and-religious-nationalism-pub-78677 ; This one almost qualifies as a book. The subject was so captivating, that I took a printout of the entire link – the executive summary and all the chapters – It is almost a collector’s issue. It can become a reference material in any study of psephology.

12.   India Unbound by Gurcharan Das; Another precious work. As good a chronicle as you can get about the businessman’s view of India Inc. In his usual easy to read prose. An interesting anecdote is that I left the book behind in a hotel room while traveling and my relative managed to collect it from the room service people and I had to wait three months before going back to the last 4 chapters 😊. Will be interesting to know what his views are about some of the fallen idols like P Chidambaram, Raju of Satyam, Anil Ambani and Sam Pitroda.
a.       Any book of Gurcharan Das now counts as recommended by Uday.

13.   My Name is Red by Orhan Pamuk; Another typical Pamuk novel. In the initial chapters you are completely disconnected, you have no clue what’s going on. The names, a different narrator in each chapter all muddle you up. Gradually things settle down and clarity dawns and you are gripped. And this is CERTAINLY not meant for a breezy read. This is slow. There is no way I could push it or cover more. This book probably ate into my numbers for the year-end tally. But quality over quantity is the guiding line, right? This guy writes straight from his heart. Passionate personified. Chapter 47, “I, Satan” is one of the most brilliant few pages I have ever read. This guy is a top-notch writer. A plot that is so unthinkable, a story about miniaturists!! His eye for the details is a sheer jaw drop. And as the ending says it aptly “For the sake of a delightful and convincing story, there isn’t a lie Orhan wouldn’t deign to tell”
a.       Orhan Pamuk has become a favorite author and his books now are now under the self-recommended category

14.   Dad you suck by Tim Dowling; After numerous Saturday columns, a move to one of his books was inevitable. He is funny. He writes effortlessly and proves that you just need to be observant to write something. The trademark self-deprecating humor comes clean on each page. If I ever get to meet his family, I will never feel like meeting them for the first time. But it is known that authors are big liars. I was surprised at the slight emotional aspect towards the end.
a.       Self-recommended

15.   Orphan X by Gregg Hurwitz; A routine airport shop pick up. A good one to race through. A decent yarn. Am prepared for an inevitable film starring Jason Statham.
a.       Unrecommended and unlikely to be recommended either 😊

16.   This divided island by Samanth Subramanian; A contemporary event closely related to me being a Tamil. We grew up during this conflict and the assassination of Rajiv and the killing of Prabhakaran happened when I was an adult. This book took me into Sri Lanka that was not covered by news channels and newspapers. The writing is effortless; the author has taken enough pains to walk a middle path, condemning the violence by both the Tigers and the Army, however, his scorn for the excesses by the army comes through clearly. It is logical too. With statements like “Shrink the humanity of your enemy, and the fighting must seem easier, more just, less complicated”, the author takes your breath away.
a.       Picked up from a stray tweet and I would be strongly recommending this book as well as end up gifting it to a few.

17.   Dancing lessons for the advance in age by Bohumil Hrabal: What can one say about a guy who is the very definition of CRAZY. He surprises you with each book. One of the true originals. His penchant for the weird is amazing and original. His books are such a breeze, I finished this in one sitting with a constant grin pasted on my face. Situations like “we took the gun apart, but could not put it back, we wanted to shoot ourselves but could not as we did not put the gun back and a priest hammering the daylights out of his assistant who crept out during the mass for a nip and the members of the crowd wondering at the new part of the mass that they had watched, and his endless takes on sex at every instant possible” leave you begging for more. And the whole book just about 100 pages come out tumbling in one UNBROKEN SENTENCE. Now go beat that!
a.       Any book by Hrabal is deemed as Naren’s recommendation now.

18.   The best we could do by Thi Bui: Sounds pompous to say that this book was recommended by Bill Gates. That was, in fact, the truth. Catching up on what BG has been reading led to this and the fact that I was reading Sympathizer at that point in time nailed it. It was a quick read but a wonderful book all the same. The citizens of a country torn by war are always a notch above when it comes to narrating their lives. That war is pointless is once again summed up so painfully. The last chapter drawing parallels with her and her mother as mothers is so beautiful. And the most arresting statement in that book should be this – “This – not any particular piece of Vietnamese culture- is my inheritance; the inexplicable need and extraordinary ability to RUN when the shit hits the fan. My Refugee Reflex”. And the early chapters where a child wants an audience and does not get one. I hear the same complaint from my children.
a.       Recommended by Bill Gates

19.   The Goat Thief by Perumal Murugan: A collection of short stories. Few stories were absurd. I have no clue what he wanted to convey. But some stories were marvelous. The overall result is a disappointment. Honestly, my own collection of short stories is better than this. 😊 each story starts beautifully, builds up even more compellingly and ends so lamely. Appears as if he just wants to be weird for weird sake or I am too dumb to understand his nuances! Maybe his novels will be better. I will pick up his novels after a few other books. Certainly, no more short-story collection from him again.
a.       Author recommended by Naren.

20.   Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi: I finished the goat thief the previous day and this book arrived by post while I was at the office, thus a decision on what to read next was taken out of my hand. I have never read anything like this before, and that is a strong statement considering that I have been reading for the past 40 years!! I will never ever feel that I am insane either. 😊 That there are authors who are capable of such vivid imaginations is highly humbling when we have seen bestsellers that are unadulterated trash. In the beginning, there was a sort of confusion with similar-sounding names Ala, Ada and Aba but the moment I realized that this is not meant to be a breezy read and the author deserves the respect of concentration, things fell into place.  What imagination and how daring. This is a debut!!! People would sell their soul to write anything even half as good as this. And lines like “She felt like it fit, or at least the misfit of it fit, the wrongness was right” and “Yshwa’s teachings included a lot about repentance and forgiveness and being white as the snow of a bleached lamb, the general gist being that you could fuck up and start over” and the best is “is there any story of a human loving a god that ends well?” . While doing research on the author, stumbled upon this powerful short story of hers, winner of 2017 commonwealth short story prize regional winner Africa – use this link https://granta.com/who-is-like-god/
a.       Recommended by Sayantan Ghosh, a twitter acquaintance.

21.   Buddha’s diet by Tara Cottrell & Dan Zigmond; A freak book. The whole book could have been over in a 10-page leaflet, but it never felt dragging. Easily written and some basic guides to healthy eating (which might lead to weight loss). I started straightaway on the 11-hour eating cycle, and as I am writing this review am into the first week, successfully. There are more tips on meditations, mindfulness and quality living. Would strongly recommend it. I intend to return to this part of the review by the end of the year and quantify the weight loss, if any, as well as how much I was able to stay on the 11-hour eating schedule, or if I made an improvement to the final 10-hour goal. The result is status quo, mainly due to lack of workouts.
a.       Recommended by Ujval.

22.   Coraline by Neil Gaiman; NG is a top storyteller. A good old fairytale. Chekov’s Gun principle spot on in the book. You knew all along what would happen, the cat decapitating the rat, the collection of marbles, the other mother’s hand that follows, the climax but even then, it holds your attention and it is a quick read on the top of it. The sketches are awesome too. Particularly that of the scuttling hand. It must be presented to every girl who is aged 7.
a.       The author was introduced by Ameya

23.   24, 25, Hitchhiker’s guide to Galaxy by Douglas Adams; Books 23-25 as I ended up with the omnibus edition with all books in one and decided to read the first 3. I needed to stop after 3, as I wanted a change of genre and the evil pleasure of coming back to the last two at a later date
a.       Recommended by Akshaya
b.       And what more can be said about this book that has not been said before? Catch-22 and Guide have become part of the folklore, still, I can’t resist the following list
                                                               i.      The foreword is a sample of the quirkiness of the books to follow. You read with a constant smile plastered on your face.
                                                             ii.      Enjoyed the dig at Arsenal in the opening pages, that I missed the first time around
                                                           iii.      Realized that Petronas towers owe it to Douglas, as the design is a clear rip off from the headquarters of the publishing house
                                                           iv.      He probably first gave the idea for the name Google!
                                                             v.      The answer is 42, but what is the question? 😊
                                                           vi.      Zaphod buried one of his faces in two of his hands
                                                          vii.      And this statement – “That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting”

26.   Poonachi by Perumal Murugan; It is ironical that I need to read a Tamil story when it is translated into English. An effortless commentary that transcends many layers; social relevance, women empowerment, distrust in a piece of government machinery, the helplessness of the downtrodden, exploitation of the situation by everyone. There are no heroes and villains in this book just as in real life. Each character, including the eponymous Poonachi, travels the gamut of emotions, gratitude to an ingrate, benevolent to selfish, ecstasy to depression. Strongly recommended and a must-read for anyone who appreciates serious literature.
a.       The author was introduced by Naren, and he has redeemed himself after the disastrous beginning to the year with the Ice Palace 😊

27.   An American marriage by Tayari Jones; A love triangle, a man wrongly convicted, black lives in America! All clichés. But not this book. Keeps you glued. And so much of the vacillating emotions that touch a tender spot. Is there anyone who is one dimensional all one’s life? We are all reasonable and unreasonable, secure and insecure in varying measures, continuously and alternately. A fantastic read. Strongly recommended.
a.       Self - Recommended after reading some reviews.

28.   Nine Pints by Rose George; Another book recommended by Bill Gates. Imagine this; You get an idea about writing a book on blood. You will probably do the time-tested route of tracing the history of blood, the myth, the ancient rituals, the growing science in a chronological way and make it as inviting as a root canal. Trust Rose George to throw such an idea out of the window and keep you glued to every page. And such wit. “If Martians could shrug, Nettie would have” “To me, all this reads as divine instructions for vegetarianism” “Most patients reacted badly, by dying” and so many more. We can fill several pages of quotable quotes from this book alone. I will soon be picking up her other books. The one on human waste looks interesting. The suspense of the young woman’s fate in the chapter code red was so full of drama. I read on hoping she would live. A fantastic book. Strongly recommended. Will certainly my gift in the coming year to a few of my friends when their birthdays come along.
a.       Recommended by Bill Gates.

29.   The Only Story by Julian Barnes; Julian and his memory games all over again. If Sense of an ending measured 8 on the Richter scale, then this one measures…. At the end of the day, no one can match JB when it comes to touching those emotions that you relate so well to. Whenever I read his books, I often drift back to my past and wonder how this guy knows my feelings. It is uncanny. His choice of words, the in-your-face approach, ruthless in introspection continue to impress you. He is a pure gem. Such a breezy read of a feelgood rebellious love story comes to a Julian Barnes type of conclusion at the end of chapter 1 with “And this is how I would remember it all, if I could. But I can’t”. then he drags you along time-tested paths of introspection, ruthless exposure of all established hypocrisies and ends with another knock-out punch. The change back to the first-person narrative in the last two pages is so beautifully perfect. And of all the definitions and quotes on love, this being the only story on love, the astoundingly simplistic while being amazingly apt, is this one “In my opinion, every love, happy or unhappy, is a real disaster once you give yourself over to it entirely”. The author is left uncredited for this quote and hence this has naturally come from himself. Anyone who has loved, meaning everyone in this world, will certainly fall in love with this book. And, as love always brings on latter-day agonies, suffer.
a.       Any book of Julian Barnes is now considered a Manoj recommendation.

30.   A lesson before dying by Ernest J. Gaines; Black man. Wrong place. Wrong time. White Jury. Predictable but wrong sentencing. All clichés. Right? Wrong. A book that paints the plantation in front of your eyes. One can almost hear Day O in your mind as you read those vivid descriptions. The biggest success of the book is that it makes you cry in the last few pages, unabashedly. The sentence, “Tell nanan, I walked”, packs in more emotions than volumes can. Strongly recommended.
a.       Recommended by Viet Thanh Nguyen. Picked this up from one of his tweets. A recommendation by Mr. Nguyen could not go wrong, could it? I hope his sequel to the sympathizer hits the stand in 2020.

Last year was the first year I tried to compile a short summary of what I had read during the year. As much for the record as it was for showing off. If even one book gets read, by even one person, after this blog has been read, that would be a good deed performed already. Most of my recommendations come from Mihir, Naren, The Guardian and Twitter. If I can be a source to someone, the purpose would have been served. From 19 in the last year to 30, this year is good growth. I hope I can sustain this! Have a wonderful 2020.