Sunday, September 20, 2009
Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol
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Labels: Angels and Demons, archaeophile, dan brown, Deception Point, Digital Fortress, Rachel Sexton, Sophie Neveu, Susan Fletcher, the lost symbol, Vittoria Vetra
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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Labels: 221 B, blue carbuncle, frances carfax, gemma gold, hound, irene adler, John Watson, kitty winter, Partha Basu, secret notebooks, Sherlock Holmes, study in scarlet, violet smith
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Writers [on Writing]
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Labels: Ortega y Gassett, Rick Bass, Writers[on Writing]
Monday, March 30, 2009
Crisis of Boredom
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Coincidence
--talk about it. I am reading Night Train to Lisbon by Pascal Mercier. It is a novel that involves a lot of reflection on the life one has settled in. As I was reading through, I realized that the story was similar to the certainty principle elaborated in Mark Tully's book I've written about below.
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Labels: certainty, Mark Tully, Night Train to Lisbon, Pascal Mercier, Portuguese
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
A Love Song to India
India’s Unending Journey by Mark Tully is a love story of uncertainties and paradoxes that abound in India. While the globe is teetering on the edge of energy and food crises, countries –developed or developing—are trying to find a balance between unbridled expansion of trade and keeping the planet safe for generations to come. “Nothing is constant but change,” said one wise person, and so true it is.
India has always been a kaleidoscopic fascination for the West, in spite of the servile nature of India during the British Raj, the abject poverty post-Independence and the current trend of migration to other parts of the globe, particularly the United States. Walt Whitman and Emerson, iconic figures in American culture, drew inspiration and truth from Indian spiritual texts. It was the German scholars who managed to decipher the ancient Sanskrit texts.
For hundreds of years, the developed world saw the average Indian as a
half-naked fakir on a bed of nails or a snake-charmer lost in the throes of his flute. Today the 21st century has brought about a change in the world’s outlook towards India. Today it feels exhilarated as well as threatened by the Indian IT worker, the scientist, the researcher, the manager. With leaps and bounds in economic progress, how does India maintain a balance between new wave consumerism and the irreducible spirituality embedded in the Indian subconscious?
Tully has extended his love song to the Indian ethos be it the corruption or the bombings or the secularism that exists in India. After all, he says, India knits all communities together and no matter what, they re-unite after a violent hiatus. Corruption, which walks along the corridors of power and government offices, has been dealt with disinterestedly and pragmatically. For instance, when speaking about the Union Minister for Railways, Mr. Lalu Prasad Yadav, turning the loss-making Indian Railways into a thriving profitable national asset, Tully quotes Lalu;
Another issue that seems to peeve Tully is the hype on products of B-schools. He states
“It is a culture that believes business is a science whose findings are as conclusive as those of the physical sciences and therefore, like them, should not be questioned.”
Finally he ends with Varanasi, one of the oldest cities in the world. It is a confluence of Hinduism and Islam and no where can we find a better co-existence. When the bomb blasts occurred on 7th March, 2006, the Mahant of the Sankat Mochan temple, Veer Bhadra Mishra, and the Mufti of Varanasi, Abdul Batin Nomani together maintained harmony and prevented any faction from stoking communal fires.
All in all, a great book understanding what India does not represent and acknowledging that India is always in a state of flux. That is its strength.
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Labels: Barack Obama, Blueprint, cricket, hockey, India, Karen Armstrong, Lalu Prasad Yadav, Mark Tully, MBA, Samuel Huntington, Varanasi
Monday, April 28, 2008
Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts
Nevertheless, "que sera sera...", I finally bought it and was instantly hooked from page 1 till I orphaned it in the rickshaw on my way to office. I couldn't bear to miss out on the book. So I picked up another copy and read it to its end.
Shantaram is a novel about an Australian convict hiding out in Mumbai. While he is at it, he learns Marathi and Hindi (complete with its vulgar words), starts a cholera clinic while living in squalor in a slum and indulges in the foreign currency black market before being arrested and thrown into an Indian prison. His rollercoaster life then takes a sinister twist when he joins Khader's underworld and eventually the mujahadeen in Afghanistan. Amidst all this, he finds time for love and not once wavers from loving all around him, be it his well-wishers or his torturers. The reader is fully supplied with doses of masala, romance, action, machoism, philosophy and history. The last bit did not strike a chord with me--I wonder why did Roberts have to include a lot of history about Indira Gandhi in the conversation between him and Didier.
Here's one of the excerpts to the existential astrophysics of our lives. Lin is questioning his own actions in the light of good and evil and Khader gently gives him this--
As the universe expanded and cooled down, these very tiny bits of things came together
to make particles. Then the particles came together to make the first of the atoms. Then
the atoms came together to make molecules. Then the molecules came together to make
the first of the stars. Those first stars went through their cycles, and exploded in a shower
of new atoms. The new atoms came together to make more stars and planets. All the
stuff we are made of came from those dying stars. We are made out of stars, you and I.
Do you agree with me so far?
Apart from it being a saga of one man scuttling around in search of identity and freedom, the consistent strain running through each facet of protagonist Lin's life is the affirmation of love and the indomitable human spirit. And which better place in the world to set it at than the hustling bustling chaotic rush of Mumbai.
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Labels: astrophysics, crosswords, love, mumbai, rickshaw, shantaram






