Sunday, May 18, 2014



Turquoise Silence by Sanober Khan

A disclaimer: This book is a part of a blog tour conducted by The Book Club and all the reviews are done in exchange of a copy of the book from the publisher or author. No monetary trasaction takes place.




The Blurb
The book is a collection of free verse poems that encapsulate the poet's most heartfelt emotions about life. They speak of moments that sweep our breath away, of beauty that bewitches the heart, of people, memories, sights, sounds and smells that awaken a sense of wonder and wistfulness. With rich metaphors and eloquently flowing imagery, the poet's love for the simple things in life unfolds in different moods and tones, ultimately ending up in words felt, cherished, concieved and written... in turquoise silence

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Meet the Poet

Writing poetry is a very different, mystical experience. There is no plot, no storyline, no characters…just a stage set for you and your own deepest self. When I wrote my first poem six years ago, I never imagined it would someday become such an important aspect of my life.

 I have always loved poetry for the creative freedom it offers, the minimal rules, its ability to elevate even the most ordinary moments. At the end of each poem I write, it feels as though I have not just evolved in my style, but also as a person.  My work first appeared in Cyberwit’s international journal, the Taj Mahal Review, which paved the way for me to getting two books published.

I have long been inspired by poets like Khalil Gibran, Rumi, Rabindranath Tagore ,Rolf Jacobsen, E.E Cummings, and John Keats. A voracious reader myself, I enjoy reading poetry and novels from around the globe. 
     
  
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Sunday, May 11, 2014



The Revenge of Kaivalya
*This review was written based on a copy of the novel provided by the author.*
Nothing can be as lethal as a woman scorned. Sumana Khan has penned a story that will keep you glued to your seat until the last page. At places you will find yourself hypnotized, immobile. Just when you think it’s getting too scary and you don’t want to turn the page, your curiosity gets the better of you and you willingly submit yourself to the fear on the next page.
Kaivalya was a powerful soul who was unable to stop the defeat of the last king of the Vijayanagara empire. Spurned by a man with whom she was in love, she swears revenge. A revenge that had to wait for several centuries for the right opportunity.
It all starts with an innocent tribal, Kencha. His unnatural death foxes the local police who had never seen such a case in their lives. By the time an engraved message on Kencha’s back is decoded, the  vendetta has already reached its apex.
The mystery of Kencha’s death deepens as the forest officer Dhruv gets the meaning of the message, ‘Curse of Kaivalya. 26-January-1565…’
Kaivalya’s soul begins its vendetta.

Sumana Khan’s writing is breathtaking. Her words enact the scene in front of your eyes. While reading the description of the Western Ghats I saw myself standing in the midst of the mountains, feeling the rain on my skin. 

To complement the scary narrative, Sumana uses four-dimensional prose. You not only read, you see and hear and smell whatever the characters see, hear and smell. The reader is completely hooked, trying to figure out why it is happening. You will never be satisfied till you finish reading the book to the end.

Sumana's research on forest life is meticulous and you can visualise Kencha’s treks as he searches for King Cobras to tag. Kencha’s jungle instincts cannot be found on Google. Though Sumana credits the National Geographic, one really has to be in tune with nature to grasp it’s secrets. 

Her knowledge of the river Hemavathi and its course through the mountains is equally brilliant. And the human side of Elephants. Is there anything Sumana doesn't know? And knowing is not enough, she's written each and every part with just that touch of emotion which will melt your heart. Hats off to Sumana.
This is the first Indian novel where I read an intricate web of normal, everyday people surrounded by paranormal activity and their fight to the finish. None of them know that they are struggling to shake themselves off an event that happened centuries ago. 

However, the structure of the novel is a little wayward. Though the story is good, the events are loosely constructed. For example, the etching on Kencha’s back is translated as ‘Curse of Kaivalya. 26-January-1565.’ Now anyone who lived in 1565 (read Kaivalya) will absolutely have no idea that the year was 1565 because the Gregorian calendar did not really catch up with Indians until after the 1757 battle of Plassey in which Warren Hastings stamped the seal of British rule in India.
The reason for Kaivalya’s revenge, her being spurned by Neelakanta, is very weak. Kaivalya could have taken revenge on Neelakanta right there in 1565. She had the power, and Neelakanta was a mere mortal. I did not understand why Kaivalya chose to destroy herself when she could have destroyed Neelakanta who was within striking distance. Again, the connection between Kaivalya's powers and the battle of Thalikote are completely unrelated because neither do we see Kaivalya attempting to stop the battle, neither does the battle have any direct influence on Kaivalya's life.

Midway, the novel states that Kaivalya’s existence is tied up with a silver pendant and whoever wears the pendant becomes possessed by Kaivalya’s soul. But did Kaivalya’s soul not need the pendant when it comes to Neel’s house and moves the clock?
The characters of the novel, though unique and interesting, are very conveniently designed to move the story ahead. They seem very robotic as if they were programmed to do what they were doing. They do not have a life of their own. The novel leans too much on coincidences.

Like Professor Dikshit just happens to know everything about the battle of Thalikote, right from the moment Dhruv explains the mystery around Kencha’s death. This is January 1. On January 9, Tara's Research Team head happens to send her an ancient manuscript regarding a song sung to appease Kaivalya. Too much of a coincidence.

Neel falls head over heels in love with a married Arundhati, but when he meets Shakti, suddenly shifts her loyalties to her. Was the love for Arundhati so superficial? Maybe this happens, but this makes Neel a shallow character two times over -  first for Arundhati and then for Shakti. Maatchu the villain is extremely filmi. Even if one agrees that such people do exist, why devote so many chapters to a character whose only purpose is to bring Neel and Momo to Kaivalya?
Why does Daniel, an American, become so emotional on Kencha’s death? Agreed that he is human after all, but in Western culture emotions are more subdued and controlled. They  are not given to emotional outbursts, especially for someone like Kencha who they had known for only 6 months at the most. Agreed that Kencha had saved Daniel’s life, but his reaction to Kencha’s death is very very Indian.
The bane of the book are the lengthy back-stories attached to each character. Dhruv has a back story, Tara has a back story, Maatchu has a back story.  In spite of the chapters dedicated to each character, many questions are unanswered:
Do not Dr Bala and Nithya have any other work than to move around in their mobile hospital and run to wherever and whoever asks them for help?
Dr Bala knows a lot about medicine but he also seems to know a lot about forensics - the mirror in Shivranjini's breaks and Dr Bala pieces the jigsaw puzzle together like a police officer.
Why does the ghost want Shivranjini to pick up the pendant? So she could travel to the Bhat’s house? Then how did she travel to Neel’s house?
How does Aru get the same keen sense of smell that Kencha has?
Till the hospital scene, the ghost/shadow is only seen through eyes of others. Now the shadow abruptly gets an identity and her thought process is thrown open to the readers.
Why does Parmesha not do anything about the  bad smell in the hospital? He should know that bad smells mean either death or decay. Why doesn’t he investigate where the bad smell was coming from? Why only record the fact?
Dr Bala and Nithya recommend Shivranjini’s hospitalization but they themselves never visit the hospital. 
While Kaivalya’s ghost wreaks havoc in the lives of the characters, in the end Shiva suddenly appears and sets everything right. I have always upheld the theory that if a character suddenly props up at the end of the book it dampens the spirit of the book and that happens here too.
Sumana Khan’s storytelling prowess is so great that in spite of these flaws I couldn’t leave the book half-read. I had to complete it. I had to know the end. There are very few writers who have this gift and Sumana definitely counts among them.
If only the loose ends were tied up properly, this novel would have been on a totally different level altogether. Still, it's definitely a good read.

The Revenge of Kaivalya by Sumana Khan



The Blurb

Deep within the womb-like forests of the Western Ghats, an entity manifests itself at the malevolent moment when the ocean rises to devour hundreds of thousands. Kencha, an unwitting witness to Its birth, is soon found dead – his body branded with a strange message written in Halegannada, an ancient version of modern Kannada. Even as Dhruv Kaveriappa, Chief Conservator of Forests - Hassan division investigates Kencha’s death, he senses an unseen danger in the forests of Kukke, Bisle and Sakleshpura. Animals drop dead; plants wither away and just as he feared, the forest claims its first victim. Shivaranjini, on vacation in Sakleshpura, suffers a devastating tonic-clonic seizure moments after she returns from a visit to the forest. Soon, she begins to exhibit a bizarre personality disorder. Perhaps there is an outbreak of an unknown rabies-like disease? Or, as ridiculous as it seems, could it be a case of tantric witchcraft? 

The truth unfolds in a dizzying maelstrom of events - a truth far too terrifying to comprehend

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The Author's Thoughts

In the early stages of my manuscript, I knew the title of my novel had to be the name of the principal character. And it could not be just any name. It had to fit into the storyline - from a time perspective, as well as setting the atmosphere. It had to sound ancient and also define the character. Tall order!

As I read up on the history of Vijayanagara, I hoped to come across a good, strong name...but history, largely, is about men and their wars and conquests. I hoped to select a name from our puranas. But nothing clicked. What about our stotras? Maybe the lalitha sahasranama? Or ashtalakshmi stotra? One evening I sat mulling on 'Kausalya'...thanks to the most famous line 'Kausalya supraja Rama purva sandhya pravarthathe' from the Suprabhata :) I went to bed with that line in my head.

The next morning, somehow, ‘Kausalya’ had transformed to ‘Kaivalya’. I did not remember coming across the name in any of my previous research. Curious, I looked up what ‘Kaivalya’ stood for. And was fascinated.   Read More ........
     
  
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Friday, March 28, 2014

Sameer

Sameer was a naughty boy. He couldn't keep still for even a second of his waking moments. He was elder to me by an year and a half. We were not too close, half the things I knew about him came through my parents whenever they spoke about him, which was not very often.
He could play all kinds of games - cricket, football, carrom, cards. He would play hard, he would cheat, he would do anything to win. But this was limited to the game being played. Once the game was over, he was a jovial, likeable person.

In another sense, he was not extraordinary, there were many boys like him. His mother got the usual share of complaints from others - your son beat my son, your son broke my kitchen window, your son bullies everybody etc etc.

I had the opposite reputation - I was a bookworm, I preferred reading to doing anything else. As was natural for my age then, I read and enjoyed Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer, Treasure Island and Enid Blyton's adventure series. Somehow while reading those books I always thought of Sameer. He was closest to Tom Sawyer, by my comparison.

As far as I know, Sameer never held a grudge against anyone. He was always there for the entire neighbourhood, even for those who used to complain. If you had unexpected visitors and there was not enough sugar to make tea, you just had to open a window and yell, "Sameer, can you get me some sugar from the shop?" Most times, the packet would reach you even before your yell faded away. If anybody's cycle chain would dislocate, he just called for Sameer and Sameer would put it back in place in minutes. If you had to replace a bulb which was out of your reach, and you told your husband about it, he would say, 'Stop bothering me. Call Sameer.'

Time flew, and he graduated and got a job. He must have been very sincere, because when he got the job, he stuck to it. Our rare meetings became even rarer once he started working. He must have been good at his job, because his employers entrusted him with greater responsibilities.

He fell in love with someone and after initial opposition from her parents, he got married to her. It was a normal wedding ceremony, and I remember attending it. I was happy for him. A year passed and another and another. I heard there was some problem as they could not have a child.

Though he often invited me with my wife and children to his home, we could meet only three four times in a year. He used to play with my daughters and enjoyed their company. We spoke of our childhood and how we missed it. My wife and I always felt that Sameer and his wife were unlucky not to have any children of their own and maybe that is the reason why they made themselves happy by mingling with others' children.

Then came the good news: his wife conceived and they had a baby girl. I remember he and his wife were a little tense because the pregnancy was too late and they were worried about the health of the baby. But all that was eclipsed when the baby arrived hale and hearty. We were one of the first people to reach the hospital, and I can never forget the joy on Sameer's face when he held their baby in his arms.

There was rejoicing; there was a fun-filled naming ceremony and Sameer was very excited. The little girl grew by leaps and bounds and when she was three and a half, as is the educational system in India, Sia began to go to nursery school on her little feet. Sameer bought a car for his darling daughter so she wouldn't have to walk her way to school.

Sometime during that month, Sameer came home complaining of a severe headache. Believing that it must be because of his hectic schedule, he took rest for a couple of days and resumed work because he was a responsible person.

In the next three days his headache kept growing and on the last day his colleagues had to call an ambulance and send him to hospital.

He was diagnosed with tumour of the brain. 

Today morning he died.

I wonder what happened to Tom Sawyer when he grew up. Not this, I hope.

Friday, March 14, 2014

The Malhotra Bride


The Malhotra Bride by Sundari Venkatraman




The Blurb

Sunita Rishi has just turned twenty, having completed her graduation. She wants to fly free as a bird, explore career options and travel the world. Does she have a choice when Mama & Papa insist on arranging her marriage? Born in a rich business family steeped in tradition, Sunita has a tough job on her hands. Can she stop the tide? 

Tall, dark and handsome, Akshay Malhotra is the catch of the decade. The only son of Billionaire Raj Malhotra, he’s in a strange fix. His father’s keen that Akshay meets Sunita with marriage in mind. He’s too close to his parents to say ‘no’ for the preliminary meeting. And then he comes face-to-face with Sunita…. 

Will Sunita be falling from the frying pan into the fire when she agrees to become The Malhotra Bride?

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The Author's Thoughts

Even as a kid, she absolutely loved the 'lived happily ever after' syndrome as Sundari grew up reading all the fairy tales she could lay her hands on, Phantom comics, Mandrake comics and the like. It was always about good triumphing over evil and a happy end. Soon, into her teens, she switched her attention from fairy tales to Mills & Boon. While she loved reading both of these, she kept visualising what would have happened if there were similar situations happening in India; to a local hero and heroine.

Her imagination took flight and she always lived in a rosy cocoon of romance over the years. Then came the writing - a true bolt out of the blue! She could never string two sentences together. While her spoken English had always been excellent - thanks to her Grandpa - she could not write to save her life. She was bad at writing essays in both school and college. Later, when it was time to teach her kids, she could manage everything from Science to Mathematics and History & Geography.

When it came to writing compositions, her kids found her of no help at all. All this changed suddenly one fine day in the year 2000. She had just quit her job at a school's office and did not know what to do with her life. She was saturated with simply reading books. That's when she got home one evening after her walk and took some sheets of paper and began writing. It was like watching a movie that was running in her head - all those years of visualising Indian heroes and heroines needed an outlet and had to be put into words. That's how her first novel, The Malhotra Bride, took shape.

While she felt discouraged when publishing did not happen, it was her husband who kept encouraging her not to give up. There was no looking back after that. While publishing took a long time happening, Sundari continued to write novels and then short stories. Her luck turned when Indireads approached her to write for them and Double Jeopardy was born.

Then came the self-publishing on Amazon. The 2nd edition of THE MALHOTRA BRIDE has been successfully published on Amazon and is available as an ebook since February 2014. The book has been very well received by the reading public.


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Psychologist Zick Rubin proposed that romantic love is made up of three elements: attachment, caring and intimacy. Attachment is the need to receive care, approval and physical contact with the other person. Caring involves valuing the other person's needs and happiness as much as your own. Intimacy refers to the sharing of thoughts, desires and feelings with the other person.


I wonder if Sundari Venkataraman was inspired by this theory when she wrote her first novel The Malhotra Bride. Because Sunita, the protagonist, goes through exactly the same stages before she finally comes to terms with her own heart and accepts that she is truly in love with Akshay Malhotra




Sunita is young, intelligent, educated, wears jeans and is an avid horse-rider. Being the daughter of the conservative Rishi family, the first three were taken for granted but it was the rebellious streak in her that her family had to agree to let her wear jeans and learn riding.


So true to her character, when her family arranges her marriage with Akshay Malhotra, scion of a famous business family with matching status and all, she protests and subjects her mother to a severe emotional blackmail. But this is one point on which her mother refuses to relent. She has to become the bride of the Malhotra family, or else...


On the other side, Akshay Malhotra is US educated, a young budding businessman who has begun to make heads turn in his social and business circles. He too dislikes the idea of an arranged marriage, but on realising that his parents had more or less locked (mataji-pitaji ye rishta lock kiya jaaye?) Sunita as the bride-to-be, he decides to meet her personally and find out if they can really spend their life together.


In the first meeting itself, Sunita and Akshay like each other. But Sunita doesn't know that Akshay is the one her parents have chosen for her. The sequence where Akshay comes to her house for the first time is hilarious - I read it three four times and enjoyed it every time.


Akshay has a hard time getting Sunita to agree to an engagement and lures her with a promise that makes you doubt if he really means it. Sunita accepts his offer for an engagement provided he sticks to his promise. 


The conflict arises when Sunita really falls in love with Akshay who she begins to look up to as an ideal life-partner while Akshay feels she is doing it because of their mutual agreement which is nothing less than a business deal. 


Just when the two have overcome their differences and become unseparable, Sundari brings on a twist in the tale which threatens to disrupt their future together.


The genre of romance novels has one certainty: the protagonist has to find her life-mate so it's a real challenge for the writer to keep the reader's curiosity charged up.


Sundari achieves this feat not only through interesting plot points but most importantly, through her characterisation which makes you read through to the end. The Malhotra Bride is not only about Sunita and Akshay, it is as much about Sunita's mother, father, sister and grandfather as it is about Akshay's parents. Everyone has a role to play. They contribute to the conflict in the story through their own unique characters. 


This novella is not only about an isolated couple grappling with their personal agenda but it represents the entire Indian family system. While on the topic, she subtly conveys an important message: it is time the elders of Indian society sit up and take notice of the aspirations of youngsters. While she clearly upholds the value of Indian society, she also indirectly signals to the youngsters that choosing a life partner is much more serious than just good looks and societal status.


She voices a veiled criticism of the traditional ladki dekhna ceremony which is the worst part of arranged marriages, with girls being expected to be decked up and paraded before strangers. What's more, instead of being preachy, she just lets her characters do the talking. 


I confess to being biased on Sundari's choice of the city - Mumbai. I'm a diehard Mumbaikar and could easily relate to places like Andheri, McDonald's at Bandra, the Hare Rama Hare Krishna Temple and Tangerine Cafe - places where my wife and I frequented before as well as after marriage. On the flipside, it would have added to the credibility of the novel had there been a scene on the race course as otherwise the reference to Sunita having learnt riding stays only in the description.

Incidentally this is Sundari's second novella to be published, the first being Double Jeopardy, though TMB was the first to be written.



TMB is a simple story written in a simple style but as you delve into it, you'll find that it has a lot of depth.

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Fangs of Loneliness

It's tough being lonely. You really really need a lot of will-power to hold on to your sanity. You'll say we all have been alone at some time or the other. Many would look at you as if they were the Buddha and philosophize that ‘man is, in a sense, always alone.’ But you know the loneliness you are going through is that of being friendless, relative-less and, outside of the office, colleague-less in a mega city. Your family and friends are all thousands of sky-miles away and you can’t meet whenever you feel like. Do I sound like I'm trying to seek pity or sympathy? Hell, no. I'm just trying to analyze my own feelings, a la Dr Sigmund Freud.

Imagine you are participating in a reality show where you share an apartment with two people (that’s three males, just for the record) who brag about sharing expenses, taking turns at household chores, hanging out together and what not. The first few weeks are bliss, of course, with all three going out shopping for groceries, for a swim at the beach on weekends, watching the latest movie release at half the cost because one of you has a credit card which offers one on one free movie tickets. Oh this is life, you say to yourself, and wish it could go on forever.

A few weeks after agreeīng on the Declaration of Independence, you come home and find that it’s dark because your rent-mates haven’t returned yet. You’re hungry so you browse the kitchen only to find a pile of unwashed dishes (you have no option but to wash them). Then you cut the veggies while watching a movie on the laptop in between innocuous glances at your watch. You look longingly through the transparent lid as the potatoes become semi-soft. You stir them more rapidly hoping that it might make them cook faster. You have already been hungry for the past hour or so. But you put your hunger on hold.

Your you-know-whos turn up when dinner is ready. They go directly to their I-pads and jump into the black hole of social media, totally oblivious of your presence. You’re famished and want to have dinner and hit the sack, but you are oh-so-polite. You drown those premature digestive juices with some water and pretend to be looking up facebook, waiting for the hunger to overtake you and move on to the other two.

An endless 15 minutes pass by, then 30. Your stomach starts yelling, “Why the hell are you keeping me hungry?” You finally ask them should they all have dinner, only to be told (very casually) “Oh we’ve already had dinner.”

Suddenly you’re inspired to be Vijender Singh (Indian boxer, bet you didn’t know) and wish you’d taken up boxing in your college days because you feel like breaking their jaws so that they could never eat again.

Anyway, the moot point is that you pick up your plate, serve yourself and eat – alone.

The scene shifts to your office. Some shithead grilled into you the habit of wishing everyone you meet, including the office boy who doesn’t serve you tea when you badly want it. But after keeping up your good spirits for months together, one fine day you skip the routine only to find out that nobody bothers to wish you good morning. Even if you happen to cross their paths, they look right through you. You try to recollect that website where you’d read that in every culture, people have a custom of greeting each other when they meet. You vividly recall that not only humans, even monkeys have a custom of greeting each other. You will be forgiven if you ask yourself, “Are we worse than monkeys?”

You are friendly with everyone you meet, and you take pride in living that way. Then you learn that you can be a friend to everyone, but not everyone is your friend. Being, by nature, an extrovert, you go out of your way to befriend as many people as you can. You plan outings, be ‘pro-active’ to make things smoother.

But one fine day you get up in your room alone, having nothing to do. You call up some of your friends and ask them if they’d like to have lunch at Marina mall. They umm and aahh and finally refuse, because they already have their own plans. It's natural that people will make their own plans, what's tough to accept is that you're not part of them.

Then that little heart that beats within you reminds you

If you love something,                       
Set it free,
If it comes back,
It is yours
If it doesn’t,
It never was.

Big deal. The same emotional fool, if he was alive today, would say -

If you have a friend,
Call him and check
If he answers yes, you can hang out together.
And if he doesn’t, you can still hang out -
Alone.


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Monday, February 24, 2014

A Micro-story



She broke her piggy bank and bought her unemployed father a birthday cake. He came home covered in a white sheet.