Cappriccio – Airplane

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More and more the society around was becoming alienated. Moving to this new town couple of years back there was a sense of homecoming for him. The feeling of things turning for the good was the resounding theme. He was least perturbed by the surrounding chaos, pushing you around like the famed Mumbai local. Though much of the old charm was hidden by the new, there were nooks and corners where you could relive the last decade.

Change is much like the turbulence which you face while on an aircraft. You know the certainty of it. But every time the air-borne beast dives head long into that patch your innards shudder a bit, grip tightening on the seats as if putting an effort to stabilise this disturbance. And most often it last for 20-30 seconds only. People have some standard responses in these situation. You will always find that family where the dad will be gripping the kids more so to comfort himself than the tots who will be writhing to get free. Then there is the ones with the slight hint of concern on their face, glancing from the corner of their eyes how the person next is coping with this. And always the cool ones, with no bother of the happening around either immersed on the song playing on the earphones or the book they seem not to be able to keep down.

He was like the second one on really good days and third one most the time of conscious existence. Lately the town had begun to lost it’s lure on him. He couldn’t quite separate this feeling from the turbulance he was going through in his personal life. There was a constant pressure to go out of his way of things to fit to an external demand. On occasion it was from his inner circle, the true bastion of self expression, and other occasions from the society. Many a time distinction is hard. Demands on him were to curb those, in favor of conformance and a misplaced sense of responsibility. The consequences was his and his only to bare. Others seem to have dismissed that like the most ludicruos connection could exist between the two.

You get a feeling in some situations that the vents are closing down fast. Lest you make the move the steer is gonna be yanked out of your hands and passed on to the next in line. With no certainty of when you will be able to be in charge the next time. He was in that space at least in it’s head. Outwards he was wearing the third type’s mask. He looked around the airplane to wonder has he got company here?

…..to be continued.

Book Review – Storytellers Of Mystery, Love & Faith

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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.