The Narrator


Tyler Durden just staring at your face from the wall poster – This is your Life and it’s ending One minute at a time. And you are never the wiser of it. But is this reminder of life’s frailty doing you any good. Well, why should everything have to? On goodness, I have blabbered before as well. This is nothing new. For better things we all crave and slave off; some hide behind the barb of passion, some enlightenment, and some more in pursuit of happiness. Fallacies; some body rightly said life’s a pursuit – damn right. Why not have some fun on the way? You’re going to regret this later – ah, judgement! Or collective wisdom?

Possession gives purpose to life. For one thing it makes you wiser to the way of world. You learn to hold on to it with the price of your life all the while possessing some more. To what extent? To the extent of securing your future – one percent effort put in extra behind the pursuit will earn you 1481 times the points than the loser at the other end wasting one percent effort doing nothing. Revelation from a Facebook post! Some years back my confused self would have said ‘..and they will take it to their grave!’. But I have wizened up from that. Got myself a couple of oak coloured couches and mahagony bed – next in line is a runner carpet. Should I get hold of a 40-inch flat-screen as well. See right there, purpose defined for sometime. The problem is the effort, rather the cost to it.

For the romantics who are feeling the angst I would recommend ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’ – and so for the rationals. It beautifully immerses the reader into an ever looming tragedy and explores this chasm of the two worlds. Was one of the books which can take much more than it can give from you. But then, why else you seek those pages! I now stare hard into the darkness in the living room. Muffled breathing beside. Timer still clicking to remind the mortals. Tick Tock.


Book Review – Storytellers Of Mystery, Love & Faith


Monthly Review - Jan

Khaled Hosseini. Haruki Murakami. Mitch Albom.

A gifted story-teller, an ethereal fiction writer and an inspirational best-seller. This was the mix of authors I feasted on last month. I might be an amateur by any reading standards when it comes to my book shelf or the rate of devouring books. But as hell that will stop me from putting this review out there.

Having read A Thousand Splendid Suns I had been itching to get my hands on another one of Hosseini’s books. It took just 15 pages reading into the book at a Crossword store to grab onto this and a couple of days to finish the book.

A story of the power of love between a brother and sister transcending continents and time. Style of non-linear writing which makes you want to skip to the next chapter. An emotional saga which tucks at your heart and explores the subtle unspoken space in relationships. References to the turmoil in Afghanistan gives you an insight into the hardships and struggles of the people.

At times I find myself drawn into the narrative fielding my own conscience against the characters; part empathizing, part critically scrutinizing. The verses are still fresh in my mind

“I found a sad little fairy
Beneath the shade of a paper tree
I know a sad little fairy
Who was blown away by the wind one night”

Kafka by the Shore has been a fulfilling coincidence. I don’t know if any of you have felt it while selecting a book for reading. Where you have had no previous exposure to a particular author but are drawn towards a book. I picked this book like that, drawn by it.

A writing style unlike any author I have read. A few pages into the book and you are drawn into a world of talking cats, murder, u.f.o and a lot of bizarre incidents. Just when you start thinking what crap of a story this is comes a blast of realization that Murakami is talking on an all-together different plane – almost ethereal. And you are sucked into the narrative constantly struggling to make sense out of the veiled references to this other plane. It’s a story which challenges you to expand your thoughts and every time you seem to have got a grip of it slips out. And then there is love. A love which has crossed into realms of fantasy, an esoteric one, almost brimming on insanity.

It’s almost unimaginable how somebody can get into such a zone of intellectual so as to write this story. It sure leaves the reader drained. Took me a whole week of churning the facts and references, to finally give up. Hopefully it will reveal itself at a later stage, the meaning of all of it. For now I am looking forward to After Dark by the same author which is en-route from the Amazon warehouse as you read.

Tuesday’s with Morrie and Five People You Meet In Heaven have been on the top of my Goodreads review list for quite some time. There is a goodness in Mitch Albom’s prose which raises the spirits and fuels the faith in you.

The First Phone Call From Heaven probably over-played the faith bit. To an extent it’s almost suffocating with all the heaven exists talk, blind believers, and an overflow of good people. A tale a tad too predictable and dragging at some quarters and cheesy towards the end. However it does has its moments in mocking the blind faith many people have and sucking at anything larger than life. The Godmen and Media are also not spared for their propaganda spreading attitudes, feeding on the weakness of people.

A book you may want to give a skip.