Thursday, August 20, 2020
Dan Brown's Inferno
Dan Brown’s Inferno (2013) is quite unlike his earlier books in that here the
author turns an environmental activist in that he constantly reminds the reader
of the global ecological crisis and the problems of overpopulation. It reads
more like GB Shaw’s plays that carry some social message or the other.
Though in the earlier novels, it
was possible to suspend disbelief at the kind of code-cracking that Robert
Langdon practiced, this time it becomes a little bit tedious with the population
problem that is part of the discourse of the novel. He makes use of the
character of a slightly eccentric scientist Bertrand Zobrist to offer a
solution to the overpopulation problem and this is by creating a virus named
Inferno that has got serious consequences to the entire humanity.
The apocalypse is near and the
scientist being a fan of Dante has written all the codes in poetry. The
allusions and history reveal a lot about the culture and heritage of art work
as usual, the fun element is replaced by a seriousness quite unlike Brown. Like
all Brown heroines, Sienna Brooks is also quite smart and independent but she
turns mushy and cries on Langdon’s shoulder.
Eat Pray Love
In a
very interesting study of the blunders written by students, there is a story
about how Milton came to write his epics. According to a very imaginative
student, Milton got married and he wrote Paradise
Lost. Later his wife died and he wrote Paradise
Regained. Though how many times he repeated this practice only history can
answer as can be seen from the number of his wives.
Now
in popular culture, marriage and love are usually celebrated while divorce is
usually represented as the end of your life. From Jane Austen novels to present day romance
novels, there is a long tradition of writing that ties up your life neatly in
terms of love and marriage. Then there are as many number of chick-flicks that
show how the course of true love never did run smooth.
Eat Pray Love is a 2006 novel by
Elizabeth Gilbert that is quite unconventional because of its veracity and audacity.
Told in the first person autobiographical mode of narration, the novel depicts
a woman’s search for identity after a rather painful and time-consuming
divorce. A woman in her thirties, instead of settling down and having a family
of her own, is haunted by anxiety attacks. She wants to be free and decides to
go on an adventurous trip all by herself.
She
feels that she has been floating through life without an identity of her
own. Once her marriage breaks down, she
lands straight into the hands of a lover named David. One of her friends makes
a remark that if she had resembled her husband earlier, now she resembled David.
This turns her inward and she wants to find out what she is really like and
what she really wants out of life.
After
her brief rebound affair with David, she recognises that another relationship
is not quite the answer that she is looking for. She travels to three places
that have only one thing in common- the first letter I- Italy, India and
Indonesia. In Italy, she learns the native language and finds a new interest in
friendship and in the Italian cuisine. A word catches her attention- attraversiamo- which means “let’s cross over”
commonly used by her friends when crossing streets.
She
goes to India and scrubs floors in an ashram while learning how to recite the
prayers correctly. She meets Richard from Texas who calls becomes friends with
her and calls her groceries. Her next place of visit is Indonesia, where she
meets an ancient medicine man Kekut Liyer who asks her to enjoy life to the
fullest and to laugh right from the liver.
She
meets a Brazilian divorcee named Felippe in Bali and agrees to spend time with
him. She also helps a traditional healer named Wayan to build a house with the
help of financial aid from the US. Her experiences make her believe in the
goodness of life once more and she feels that she has finally confronted her
inner demons. Her scars hurt her less and finally she recognises that she has
become much lighter as she has performed this wonderful act of crossing over. A
feel good book about divorce, the film adaptation released in 2010 has Julia
Roberts as Elizabeth Gilbert.
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Memories
Our old hang-out has changed and a lot of people have owned it once we left the place. The small details- a few dry fallen leaves scattered by wind across the steps, the towering torch, the yellow flowers that form a bed across the wide lawns, the bright blue sky that peeps between the trees, lovers who speak and fall silent every other second- still matter.
You and I have lost this sacred space the day when our love became bitter and sad than the joy it was to us every day. For every day, the first waking thought was always about the moment that I will meet you later in the day. Sick leaves, holidays and hartals were like hell; for a day to be real and alive it needed you and your loving support.
The purple flowers that grew where we used to sit and talk still enchant many lovers to pick them up as gifts for their beloved. Our paths are strewn with fallen leaves from that old tree that bears a nameplate on its neck and has borne many seasons in our absence. Years of absence has sprouted new life around it.
Now you and I are no more careless wanderers who thought of nothing but each other. You are an invisible onlooker in my life; one whom I see yet do not recognize. You listen to me talk to others; never wanting a word for yourself; taking a strange pleasure in noting how I have changed beyond recognition. You travel around for days wondering why you come back to the same place and the same person who wounded your heart.
You and I have lost this sacred space the day when our love became bitter and sad than the joy it was to us every day. For every day, the first waking thought was always about the moment that I will meet you later in the day. Sick leaves, holidays and hartals were like hell; for a day to be real and alive it needed you and your loving support.
The purple flowers that grew where we used to sit and talk still enchant many lovers to pick them up as gifts for their beloved. Our paths are strewn with fallen leaves from that old tree that bears a nameplate on its neck and has borne many seasons in our absence. Years of absence has sprouted new life around it.
Now you and I are no more careless wanderers who thought of nothing but each other. You are an invisible onlooker in my life; one whom I see yet do not recognize. You listen to me talk to others; never wanting a word for yourself; taking a strange pleasure in noting how I have changed beyond recognition. You travel around for days wondering why you come back to the same place and the same person who wounded your heart.
Tuesday, August 04, 2020
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
Friday, July 24, 2020
Success
Days of hard work and burning the midnight oil were rewarded by a grand success that few could even dream about. Still, this foolish heart was not sure how to move ahead leaving behind its little troubles and worries. The rain of blessings that heavens poured out did not help at all; instead created floods that destroyed the land.
The dream is still there. But to climb that summit once more, it needs more than hard work or time; for this heart can never forget the pain of losing the power of dream to an illogical frame of mind. Victory was mine; but the feeling of a victor never came for the heart had its reasons and illusions.
Now when the same summit that the traveller climbed though unacknowledged looks far and hard to reach, all I can do is just wait for time to reveal life's reasons in not being able to taste the fruits of victory; rather like a soldier who lost his precious life in the last battle of his life, I remain lost, with a cowardly heart that cries at its losses and an illogical mind that takes pride in missing opportunities.
The dream is still there. But to climb that summit once more, it needs more than hard work or time; for this heart can never forget the pain of losing the power of dream to an illogical frame of mind. Victory was mine; but the feeling of a victor never came for the heart had its reasons and illusions.
Now when the same summit that the traveller climbed though unacknowledged looks far and hard to reach, all I can do is just wait for time to reveal life's reasons in not being able to taste the fruits of victory; rather like a soldier who lost his precious life in the last battle of his life, I remain lost, with a cowardly heart that cries at its losses and an illogical mind that takes pride in missing opportunities.
Your words
Spin me not one but many yarns,
I would read it with real interest,
With full understanding that you,
With a loving heart made them,
So I can turn to them for comfort,
When with an ailing heart or pain,
On any day, when I need support,
And smile upon reading your words!
Note- Written in response to Swapna's As I Spin a Tale
I would read it with real interest,
With full understanding that you,
With a loving heart made them,
So I can turn to them for comfort,
When with an ailing heart or pain,
On any day, when I need support,
And smile upon reading your words!
Note- Written in response to Swapna's As I Spin a Tale
Thursday, July 23, 2020
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Reading Agatha Christie
Reading detective fiction has been one
of my favourite pastimes since childhood. Many of these still remain my
favourites because of the fact that they are so readable and at times so
forgettable. Among such books, Agatha Christie’s works stand first and
foremost.
Her detective fiction gives a kind of “aha”
feeling, which can be compared to the exhilaration that one feels on putting
together a jigsaw puzzle. Now wonder, the historian Romila Thapar advises her
research students to read Agatha Christie to enhance gestalt thinking or the
ability to see the whole picture. As these books belong to the category of
popular fiction, they are easy to read and intellectually stimulating at the
same time.
Her most famous detective is Hercule
Poirot who has been immortalised on the small screen by David Suchet. Poirot is
a retired police officer from Belgium who is known for his penchant for
detecting crime. He is described as short, with his head the shape of an egg,
moustache always well-trimmed and shining, and with good manners. He is shown
as obsessed about neatness and order, be it solving the case or his
attire. The most famous among Hercule Poirot novels are Hallowe’en
Party, Five Little Pigs, Elephants Can Remember, The Adventure of the Christmas
Pudding, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, Appointment With Death and Murder
in Mesopotamia.
Miss Jane Marple is one of Christie’s
detectives who views human life everywhere the same as in her village of St.
Mary Mead. She is an elderly spinster who is very observant and manages to
ask the right questions at the right time. Some of the books with Miss Jane
Marple as the detective are The Murder at the Vicarage, The Body in the
Library, A Murder is Announced, They Do It with Mirrors, A Pocket Full of Rye, 4.50
from Paddington, At Bertram's Hotel, Nemesis and Sleeping Murder. My favourite is At
Bertram’s Hotel, which is about a nightmarish world where some very
innocent people are framed for crimes they have not committed and the police
recognizes a gang of lookalikes who manage to get away with it.
Though not so numerous as the Hercule
Poirot mysteries or the Jane Marple stories, there is the couple Tommy and
Tuppence. Her true names are Thomas Beresford and Prudence Beresford and they
appear in stories such as Partners in Crime, The Secret Adversary, N
or M?, By the Pricking of My Thumbs and Postern of Fate. Tuppence is
shown as a charismatic young lady who manages to keep her head in cases
involving mafia or espionage.
Though there are chances of reading an
earlier read Agatha Christie by mistake, most of the time, it goes completely unnoticed.
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