Thursday, 31 December 2015

This has been 2015.

It’s the last day of the year and I am scrambling to get this post finished before it’s too late. When exactly is too late? The answer of course being midnight tonight when 2015 comes to an end and oh what a year it has been! I know that as we approach the year end nostalgia runs through the air like a disease; that to reminisce is clichéd and yet as you must’ve figured out by now, I am going to take a look back on my year. I owe it to 2015.

Imagine that you can swim and have been left out in the sea by yourself. Imagine the kind of struggling that comes when it has been weeks and you are too tired to swim anymore and simply floating or worse, drowning. This year started with a sense of hopelessness interspersed with binge watching bad T.V. shows. If you ask me what I think of Glee, I will tell you objectively speaking that anything after the first 3 seasons is not worth watching but you wouldn’t know (till you read this) that I stayed up watching till 4 a.m. thinking ‘this show is pathetic… this show is pathetic… I am pathetic’. This year started on a low. 2015 began with a feeling that it hadn’t started at all; that it was (not unlike my life) put on hold till May 24, which was the date of my JEE Advance exam. It is another matter altogether that I didn’t clear the first level. 

The first 4 months were a haze, defined only by Avengers: Age of Ultron, which while we are on the topic, was disappointing. The second defining, life changing moment was in April when I decided I didn’t want to continue down my chosen path. Maybe I should’ve been a better swimmer, maybe I had been at the sea for too long. Some people think I drowned but really, when I decided to take up arts, I was saving myself.

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

The 'Foot in Mouth' Syndrome.

Based on a Reddit prompt: The 'Foot in Mouth' Syndrome. 

Bob leaned back on his chair in despair, his lips pressed tightly. What were the chances of him being put in charge of a foot fashion show when he worked with a company that specialised in foot jewellery! Never mind, don’t answer that. It was a possibility that he wouldn’t mess up; after all it has been a long time since he... oh no, god no, it was starting. He felt the rumbling deep in his belly, vibrations ascending upwards without permission and then before he could stop himself, a loud chuckle escaped his mouth. He could taste the laughter in his mouth as it erupted, his lips stretching into a smile. It tasted like impending doom.

His laughter died as several pairs of eyes bore into him. “Sorry, never mind me.” He waved his hands at his colleagues. Chairs swiveled back into their original positions. 

“Bob!” 

He spotted Samantha walking towards him from the copier. “I’ve got news for you.”

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee | Spoiler Free

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“'The world’s ending’, Atticus! Please do something - !’ I dragged him to the window and pointed. ‘No, it’s not,’ he said. ‘It’s snowing.’” – Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird.

There are several lines from this book that I was debating between but in the end I decided to go with the above one because it represents the Jean Louis Finch, better known throughout the book as Scout Finch, with utmost accuracy. Scout Finch is the 9 year old narrator of To Kill a Mockingbird. 

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

The Silkworm - Robert Galbraith | Spoiler free

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“Like most writers, I tend to find out what I feel on a subject by writing about it. It is how we interpret the world, how we make sense of it.” – Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm. 


The Silkworm is the second book by Robert Gallbraith, a pseudonym under which J. K. Rowling writes crime fiction. The silkworm, successor to ‘The Cuckoo’s Calling’, follows Cormoran Strike around London as he solves a murder that accidentally came his way. He is hired by Mrs. Quine to look for her missing husband Owen Quine, a writer who disappeared right after finishing his latest book. The book that he was working on flings dirt on several people Quine knew and as his body is later discovered, the number of people with a motive increases. Furthermore, Quine is not a popular person and the murderer could be anyone from his seemingly harmless wife to his frustrated publishing agent. 

The tension running high throughout the book is palpable and the suspense nerve wracking. The police are running their investigation on a different thread altogether providing a wide spectrum of perspectives. But, like in The Cuckoo’s Calling, very piece of information required by the reader to piece together the crime is offered beforehand. To heighten the experience of reading this book (and to give into all of your childhood dreams to be a private detective), I would actually recommend making notes along the way. Hunt through pages of finely concealed dialogues that hide the truth, distinguish between the truth and the falsehoods and you may find yourself solving the mystery along with Cormoran. Despite being in the know of things, the book doesn’t become predictable or lose its grip along the way.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Why Tamasha should have worked...

... but doesn’t. 

Although I feel like this movie is too clichéd to have any spoilers, I will nonetheless hand out a warning: This post contains spoilers. Click away now if you do not wish to come in contact with any.

Tamasha, starring Ranbir Kapoor and Deepika Padukone, directed by Imtiaz Ali was a film that I was genuinely excited about (and I’ll admit, I don’t easily get excited by Bollywood films) but it turned out to be pretty disappointing. In order to understand why I didn’t like it, you should know the film better. 

The premise of the story is simple – Girl meets Boy in a foreign city, Girl needs the Boy’s help for whatever reason, they fall in love (in a week!) and go on their separate ways till years later they meet again only to discover that the boy isn’t as extraordinary as she used to think. She breaks it off with him, pushing him into an inevitable journey of soul searching post which the Boy turns his life around and cut to the end scene: Cheesy narration + Happily ever after. "Why always the same story?" the poster asks as the movie proceeds to tell you the same old story.

Tamasha is what would have happened if Ranbir Kapoor would have come back in Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani only to let his friends know his fancy job didn’t work out and he got sucked into the corporate world. And then Deepika Padukone reminded him of his travel journal and they went on a world tour together. But no matter, we’re here for Tamasha not YJHD.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Far from you - Tess Sharpe | Spoiler Free


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"I wish this could be like the movies. That I was the type of person who could reach out and trace the letter of her name and feel peaceful. I wish I could speak to this hunk of marble like it was her, feel comforted that her body is six feet below, believe that her spirit is watching from above. But I'm not that girl, I never was." - Tess Sharpe, Far from you. 

When I picked up Far from you by Tess Sharpe I was in the mood for a young adult fiction that is not a dystopian novel or a romance fiction. While the book delivers on the former front, romantic love remains a strong driving force in this novel. ‘Far From you’ is a first person narration of the protagonist Sophie Winters, a recovering addict whose best friend Mina was murdered in front of her. With no one interested in her take of the events, the police determined to file it away as a drug deal gone wrong, Sophie inevitably is determined to bring down the killer on her own. 

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie | Spoiler Free

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"I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.” - Salman Rushdie, Midnight's Children.

I know it has been nearly a month since I last posted a book review and I have a reason (or an excuse) which goes by the name of Midnight’s Children. Midnight’s Children is one of the more famous books of Salman Rushdie. Every time I review a book I attempt to remain objective, to explain the reasons of my liking (or disliking) the book, accepting that it may appeal differently to a different audience and so on and so forth. The final decision - whether you read the book or not - is entirely up to you. Today, I am admittedly writing with an agenda– to convince you to read this book. 

The book begins with our protagonist Saleem Sinai settled in a pickle factory and trickling towards his 31st birthday when sits down to write his autobiography. Unlike most autobiographies, Saleem’s story doesn’t start at his birth (or at his conception). His story begins when his grandfather kneeled on a frozen patch of ground under the blue Kashmiri sky and hit his nose in the process. Beginning in early 1915, Saleem narrates the story of how his family came to be and how it seems inevitably the history of his country is tightly wound with that of his family.