Sunday, 10 November 2019

Time Stops at Shamli and other stories

Author: Ruskin Bond

One of the best story collections from Ruskin Bond, “Time stops at Shamli and Other Stories” is a magnificent compilation of short stories, primarily set in the backdrop of the foothill of the Himalayas.

Ruskin Bond deals with a wide spectrum of characters and excels in bringing out different aspects of human relationships in his stories. He gives a deep insight into the fragility of the human characters and very subtly points their weaknesses which are easily exposed when they encounter situations which are beyond their control.
 In the tapestry of the mountains surrounded by woods, there are simple workers, who wake up in the morning, do their jobs and head back home in the night to sleep in peace on their soft pillows with a clear conscience. There are lovers who long for their beloved and the children who miss their parents.  There is a sense of incompleteness in them, because of an unfulfilled dream, a longing for something they could not obtain. There are also twisted characters, who are used to their shades of grey and do not think once before stooping to acts of greed and cheating.
Time Stops at Shamli is a timeless tale of a lover who gets stranded in an inn, only to be reunited with his ex-flame, who is unreachable to him. Listen to the wind kicks the nostalgia of our stay in the inn of a secluded hill station on a stormy night, with strong winds whistling and threatening to rip the roof apart.
The Summer Season is a beautiful tale of the hardships of the young boy who comes to the hill town from his village to earn a few bucks for his family. Dead man’s gift is the story of a miserly Bania and an opportunist policeman, who is trying to benefit from other’s money.
There are haunted stories, whispering in the dark and The Haunted Bicycle , which send chills down your body. There are stories when crows and tigers make their point of view very clear in their disapproval of humans.
There are stories around tunnels in the mountain roads and the streams in the wilderness. Two boys fight for the ownership of the stream. The tunnel watchman makes sure the tunnel is safe for the train to enter in the pitch dark. 
There are a few stories, which do bring out the frailty of human characters, He said it with Arsenic is one such twisted tale, which portrays a greedy uncle who can stoop to any extent for money. But these are characters we have read before and we are not really appalled by their actions and can easily predict the consequences of their vanity.
The freshness of the mountain air, the wilderness of the woods, the beautiful lush greenery in the forests after the rain bring such joy and warmth in the heart. Ever thought of a life without mobile phones, in the lap of mother nature and surrounded by wilderness?
Ruskin Bond makes it come true through these stories.
This book is precious to me as I have his autograph on the first page of my copy, which I painstakingly obtained after standing in the long queue outside the Cambridge bookstore in Mussorie.



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Thursday, 10 October 2019

Ramayan Rendition-2019

рд░ाрдоाрдпрдг рдк्рд░рддिрдкाрджрди - рдЕрд╡рдз рдХा рд╕ंрддाрдк

рдЬрдп рд╢्рд░ी рд░ाрдо

рдХौрд╢рд▓्рдпा рдХрд╣े рд░ाрдо рдЪंрдж्рд░ рд╕े ,
рдЖрдЬ рддो рд╣ुрдИ рдордорддा рдХी рд╣ाрд░,
рдкिрддा рдХे рд╡рдЪрди рдкрд░ рдЗрддрдиी рдЧрд░िрдоा,
рдкीрдЫे рд░рд╣ рдЧрдпा рдоाँ рдХा рдк्рдпाрд░!

рдзрд░्рдо рдХी рд╡्рдпाрдЦ्рдпा рдоुрдЭे рди рдкреЭाрдУ
рдХрдо्рдк рдЙрда рд░рд╣ा рдоेрд░ा рдорди
рдЗрддрдиा рдХрдаोрд░ рдХрдм рд╕े рд╣ुрдП рд░ाрдо
рдЫोреЬ рдХे рдоुрдЭे рддुрдо рдЪрд▓े рд╣ो рд╡рди !

рджोрдиों рдкुрдд्рд░ рд╣ै рдЪрдХ्рд╖ु рд╕рдоाрди,
рд╕ुрдоिрдд्рд░ा рдХे рджो рдЕрдирдоोрд▓ рд░рддрди
рджूрд░ рдХैрд╕े рдЕрдм рд░рд╣े рдкुрдд्рд░ рд╕े
рд░ाрдо рдХे рд╕ंрдЧ рдЬो рдЪрд▓े рд╣ै рд▓рдЦрди !

рд╡рди рдХा рдЬीрд╡рди рдмрд╣ुрдд рдХрдаिрди
рдлिрд░ рднी рдХिрд╕ी рдХी рдПрдХ рди рдоाрдиी
рдорд╣рд▓ рдХी рд╕ुрд╡िрдзा рдХो рдкीрдЫे рдЫोреЬ
рдкрддि рдХे рд╕ंрдЧ рдЪрд▓ी рд╕ीрддा рд░ाрдиी !

рд╕िрдпा рдХे рдЬैрд╕े рдоेрд░े рднाрдЧ्рдп рдХрд╣ाँ,
рдХिрд╕्рд╕े рдХрд╣ूँ  рдоैं рджिрд▓ рдХी рдмाрдд
рд╡िрд╡рд╢ рдЙрд░्рдоिрд▓ा рджुःрдЦ рд╕े рд╡ंрдЪिрдд
рдХैрд╕े рдХрдЯे  рдЕрдм рджिрди рдФрд░ рд░ाрдд

рдн्рд░ाрдд рдХे рд╕िрд╡ा рддुрдо्рд╣े рдХुрдЫ рдирд╣ीं рд╕ूрдЭे
рддрдиिрдХ рдЗрдзрд░ рднी рдз्рдпाрди рджो рдиाрде
рдк्рд░ेрдо рдХा рдмंрдзрди рдЫोреЬ рдЫाреЬ рдХрд░,
рдЬा рд░рд╣े рд╡рди рдХो рд░ाрдо  рдХे рд╕ाрде !

рджोрдиों рднाрдИрдпों рдХो рдХрд░े рдХ्рдпा рд╡िрднाрдЬिрдд,
рдорди рдоैं рдоेрд░े рд╕्рд╡ाрдоी рдХा рд╡ाрд╕ ,
рдиिंрджिрдпा рдХे рдЧोрдж рдоैं рдХрдЯ рдЬाрдпेрдЧी ,
рдЪौрджрд╣ рдмрд░рд╕ рд▓рдо्рдмी рд╡рдирд╡ाрд╕ !

рдХैрдХेрдпी рдмैрдаी рдЕрдкрдиी рдХрдХ्рд╖ा рдоैं,
рдоंрдерд░ा рд╕рд╡ाрд░े рдЙрд╕рдХे рдмाрд▓,
рдкुрдд्рд░ рдоोрд╣ рдоैं рд╕ोрдЪे рдмाрд╡рд░ी
рд░ाрдЬ рдХрд░ेрдЧा рдоेрд░ा  рд▓ाрд▓

рджрд╢рд░рде рд╡िрд╡рд╢ рдЕрдкрдиे рд╣ी  рд╡рдЪрди рд╕े
рдЕрд╡рдз рдкрд░ рдЫा рдЧрдпा рдХैрд╕ा рдХाрд▓
рдХैрд╕े рд░рд╣े рд╡ो рд░ाрдо рд╕े рдЕрд▓рдЧ
рдХौрди рдкूрдЫे рдЕрдм рдЙрдирдХा рд╣ाрд▓

рд░рдг рднूрдоि рдкрд░ рдЬो рджिрдпा рд╕рд╣ाрд░ा
рд╣рд░्рд╖ рдоैं рджे рджिрдП рджो рд╡рд░рджाрди,
рдЖрдЬ рдХैрдХेрдпी рдкुрдд्рд░ рдоोрд╣ рдоैं
рдЪीрди рд░рд╣ी рдЦुрдж рдкрддि рдХा рдк्рд░ाрдг

рд╕ूрдЪрдиा рд╕ुрди рднрд░рдд рдЖрд╢्рдЪрд░्рдп рдЪрдХिрдд
рд╕ंрднрд▓ рди рд╕рдХे рд╡рд╣ рдЕрдкрдиा рдХ्рд░ोрдз
рд▓рдЬ्рдЬिрдд рдЕрдкрдиे рдоाрдд рдХे рдХृрдд рдкрд░
рд░ाрдо рд╕े рдХрд░े рдХ्рдпा рдЕрдм рдЕрдиुрд░ोрдз

рдорддि рдн्рд░рд╖्рдЯ рд╣ो рдЧрдпी рдХ्рдпा рдоाрддा
рдХिрд╕рдиे рдкреЭा рджी рдЖрдкрдХो рдкाрда
рдЕрдкрдиे рдХी рдЬ्рдпेрд╖्рда рдХो рд╡рди рдоैं рднेрдЬ
рдХैрд╕े рдмрдиू рдЕрд╡рдз рдХा рд╕рдо्рд░ाрда

рд░ाрдо рд╣ै рд╕िंрд╣ाрд╕рди рдХे рдЕрдзिрдХाрд░ी
рдЙрдирдХा рд╕ाрдорд░्рде्рдп рдЕрд╡рдз рдХी рд╢ाрди
рд░ाрдо рдХे рдЬैрд╕ा рди рд░ाрдЬा рд╣ै рдХोрдИ
рд░ाрдо рдХे рдЬैрд╕ा рди рдкुрд░ुрд╖ рдорд╣ाрди

рдХैрд╕े рдХрдаोрд░ рд╣्рд░рджрдп рд╣ै рдоाрддा
рд╡рд░рджाрди рджिрдпा рд╣ै рдпा рджी рдХोрдИ рд╢्рд░ाрдк
рдкिрддा рдХे рдоृрдд्рдпु рдХा рдмрдиा рдоैं рдХाрд░рдг
рдХैрд╕े рд╣ो рдЧрдпा рдоुрдЭрд╕े рдпे рдкाрдк

рдЪाрд░ рдЕंрдЧ рдФрд░ рдПрдХ рдк्рд░ाрдг рдеे
рднрд░рдд рд╢рдд्рд░ुрдШрди рд▓рдЦрди рдФрд░ рд░ाрдо
рдЖрдк рдХे рдЗрд╕ рдиिрдЬ рд╕्рд╡ाрд░्рде рдХा рдХाрд░рдг
рдХрд▓ंрдХिрдд рд╣ुрдЖ рднрд░рдд рдХा рдиाрдо

рднाрд░ी рд╣्рд░рджрдп рдФрд░ рджुःрдЦ рдХो рд╕рдоेрдЯे
рдиिрдХрд▓ рдкреЬे рднрд░рдд рд░ाрдо рдХे рдж्рд╡ाрд░
рдмंрдзु рдЬрдиों рдФрд░ рдоंрдд्рд░ी  рд╕ंрдЧ
рдкрд╣ुंрдЪे рдЪिрдд्рд░рдХूрдЯ рдирджिрдпा рдкाрд░

рдЕрд╢्рд░ु рдмрд╣े рдФрд░ рд╢рдм्рдж рди рдиिрдХрд▓े
рдн्рд░ाрдд рдХो рджेрдЦ рднрд░ рдЖрдпा рдорди
рд░ाрдо рдиे рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдЬрдм рдЧрд▓े рд╕े рд▓рдЧाрдпा
рд╣ुрдЖ рд░ाрдо рднрд░рдд рдХा рдордзुрд░ рдоिрд▓ाрди

рд▓ौрдЯ рдЪрд▓ो рдЬ्рдпेрд╖्рда рдЫोреЬो рдпрд╣ рд╣рда,
рдХ्рд╖рдоा рдХрд░ो рд╣рдо рд╕े рд╣ो рдЧрдпी рднूрд▓
рдЕрдкрдиा рд╕िंрд╣ाрд╕рди рдЦुрдж рд╣ी рд╕рдо्рднाрд▓ो
рдоैं рддो рддोрд╣рд░े рдЪрд░рдг рдХी  рдзुрд▓

рдкрд░ рд╡рдЪрди рдмрдж्рдз рдЬो рд░ाрдордЪंрдж्рд░
рдкिрддा рдХे рдк्рд░рдг рдХा рдХрд░े рд╕рдо्рдоाрди
рдЙрдирдХी рд▓ीрд▓ा рдЕрд╡рдз рдоैं рди рд╕ीрдоिрдд
рдиाрд░ाрдпрдг рдХрд░े рдЬрдЧ рдХрд▓्рдпाрдг

рдЪौрджрд╣ рдмрд░рд╕ рд╡ो рд╡рди рд╡рди рднрдЯрдХे
рд▓ंрдХेрд╢ рд▓े рдЧрдпा рд╕िрдпा рдХो рд╕ाрде
рд╡ाрдирд░ рд╕ंрдЧ рд░ाрдо рд▓ंрдХा рдкрд╣ुंрдЪे
рд░ाрд╡рдг рдХा рд╡рдз рд▓िрдЦा рдЙрдирдХे рд╣ाрде

рд╕рдордп рдмीрдд рдЪрд▓ा рддीрд╡्рд░ рдЧрддि рд╕े
рдЕрд╡рдз рдоैं рдЫाрдпी  рд╣рд░्рд╖ рдЙрд▓्рд▓ाрд╕
рдЬाрдирдХी рд╕ंрдЧ  рдкрдзाрд░े рджрд╢рд░рде рдиंрджрди
рд╕рдлрд▓ рд╣ुрдЖ рдЙрдирдХा рд╡рдирд╡ाрд╕

рдкूрд░्рдг рд╣ुрдИ рдЙрд░्рдоिрд▓ा рдХी рдк्рд░рддीрдХ्рд╖ा
рдХौрд╢рд▓्рдпा рдХी рднрд░ рдЖрдпी рдЖँрдЦ
рдЕрд╡рдз рд╕ंрдкрди्рди рд░ाрдо рд░ाрдЬ्рдп рд╕े
рдЕрдорд░ рд╣ो рдЧрдпा рднрд░рдд рдХा рдд्рдпाрдЧ

рдиिрд╢्рдЫрд▓ рд╕्рд╡рднाрд╡ рдвृреЭ рд╕ंрдХрд▓्рдк
рдХोрдорд▓ рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рдкрд░ рдЕрдЯрд▓ рд╣ै рдорди
рдЖрджрд░्рд╢ рдиाрдпрдХ , рдиीрддि рдХे рд░рдХ्рд╖рдХ,
рдЖрд░ाрдз्рдп рд╣ै рд╕рдмрдХे рд░рдШु рдиंрджрди


рд▓рдм

рд╕рдд्рдп рдзрд░्рдо рдХा рд░ाрд╣ рджिрдЦाрдП
рдЖрдЬ рднी рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рд╣ी рдиाрдо
рджेрд╢ рдоैं рд╣ो рдкрд░рджेрд╕ рдоैं рдмैрдаे
рд╣рдо рддो рдЬрдкрддे рдЬрдп рд╢्рд░ी рд░ाрдо

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

The Rules of Civility

Author: Amor Towles.

Set in the backdrop of Manhattan, NewYork in 1937, a few years after the great depression, Amor Towles gives us a tour of the upper circles of Newyork through his dreamy heroine Katey Kontent aka Katya, a Russian immigrant, whose father moved to Brooklyn years ago. On the brink of the world war and still recovering from the depression, Manhattan is still on a delicate verge in the world economy.

The story runs more from a flashback point of view from an older woman, who chances upon a picture of one of her own flings in a  museum in 1966. The story rewinds back to 1937 Christmas Eve when Katey meets the man who topples her life upside down, Theodore aka Tinker Grey.  Katey, who works as a secretary in a law firm,  is happy spending her new year eve buying cocktails in a local hotspot with her best friend and roommate Eve Ross.

But serendipity, or so they think, has them meet Tinker Grey that night, a man from the glamorous elite of the New York City. Tinker with his cashmere coat, gold plated lighters, and his perfect gentlemanly behavior sweeps the two ladies away with his charms.

The encounter alters the lives of all the three. Katey is heavily impressed with the enigmatic Tinker, who works hard for a bank and lives his life by the rules of George Washington's "Rules of Civility". Tinker is a perfect gentleman, and to top, it all, attracted towards Katey, or so she thinks.

But Eve walks away with the prize because of a freak accident one night when they were all riding in Tinker's car after crashing into a party. Eve is heavily injured and Tinker is obliged to take care of her in his plush apartment. Proximity works its charms and Eve uses both the closeness and Tinker's guilt to her advantage.

Longing for what she could not get, Katey falls for Tinker. And she steps into the tinsel town by befriending the socialites from the upper circle of the New York Society. She canters through parties mainly to hear grapevine between Eve and Tinker. She quits her job and joins Gotham, a magazine dedicated to the juicy gossip of the New York glitterati. Over a period of time, she meets Tinker's Godmother Anne, who was instrumental in paving his career, a business tycoon and a shooting expert, Wallace Wolcott, whom she helps organize his affairs and Dicky Vanderwhile, whom she tries to romantically connect with. Her life, raised on a principle to appreciate simple things, is suddenly turned topsy turvy to step into a world of luxuries.

Katey keeps having numerous chance encounters with Tinker and tries to make her impression on his lifestyle and his perfect manners. But nothing prepares her for the ugly truth which reveals itself amidst the glittery stardom and plush carpets.

Going by the proverb, "It's the Journey, not the destination which matters". We, as readers, along with Katey, take the rollercoaster ride through the eclectic circles of New York life. Starting from local train rides to early morning racecourse strategies, to the late-night limousine rides, pub hopping, the boxing rituals, the cozy coffee corners, the juicy gossip of the paparazzi, the cultural museum visits, the chance encounters with the literati, one gets a good tour of New York in the late 1930s.

The author has left no loose ends tying the lives of the main protagonists together. The story moves in a brisk pace, and when you are reading about one, somewhere in the back of your mind, you keep thinking about what happened to another. The reader hopelessly waits for Tinker and Katey to meet and relish their brief yet deep conversations. The helplessness on either side is so subtly derived and finally as Katey gathers all the courage, and we readers, gather hope, there is this unpleasant twist in the name of harsh reality.

Something else very unique about Towles' writing style is he does not use the quotes for the conversations. He starts the dialogue with a hyphen and leaves it to the reader to determine who is saying what. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and looking forward to reading more from the author.

I end the review with one of the Rules of Civility
"Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire called conscience."
Conscience, a funny word, you would think when you finish the book, but definitely, not debatable.

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Wednesday, 11 September 2019

The Costume story

Its fun to dress up in fancy costumes, especially during festivals. Anantha loves to design costumes and also wear them to dress up as a witch on Halloween or Santa Claus on Christmas. Read the entire story at

Monday, 2 September 2019

The Modak Thief

In the backdrop of the spirited Ganpati Celebrations of Pune, Aman and Sahil find themselves in the middle of a whirlwind of adventures. One Modak box goes missing every day in one of the popular pandals of Pune. Racing against time, with credibility at stake, Aman and Sahil find themselves in a nail-biting chase to find the Modak Thief.
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The Modak Thief