2011 Book List

So Long, see you tomorrow – Maxwell

Disgrace – Coetzee

The heart of the matter – Greene

12 Red Herrings – Archer

Case of exploding mangoes – Haneef

The dare – Boyne

That long silence – Deshpande

A night in london – Abbas

Noon – Taseer

Gambler – Doestovsky

Songs of achilles – Miller

Heat and dust – Jhabvala

Sinhgad Trek

After a long time it was time for testing our (Devang, Roka and yours truly) endurance. Chembra (trek in Kerala) was tough for me. Sinhgad proved moderate but enjoyable what with numerous small huts at regular interval where one can rest and have lime juice and Taak etc. Not carrying a cap was a mistake as most of the ascent occurred during mid-day. Flying fox (valley crossing over rope) was new for us. At INR 100 it was very cheap but there was no security measure. Lunch (Jhunka Bhakri, Kanda bhajji etc.) after you reach the top is amazingly simple yet delicious. After lunch we rested under cool shade of a tree for about 30 min. After that we began our descent. Descent is always tougher than the ascent as is written in Jeff Archer’s Paths of Glory. After all, George Mallory died during descent from Mount Everest (controversial though).

While coming down we found some people climbing up with telescope and other gears to spend the night on top of the hill. Wow! The very idea of lying down under the starlit sky and locating different constellations with no urban noise in the background – what would i not give to be part of such a setting! Not to forget waking up to birds’ chirping and first rays of the sun. Some day.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Currently reading this wonderful book by Madeline Miller. My library was kind enough to accept my request for this book and order it. Have read first 20 pages or so but i’m loving it. I must admit that i’ve the image of brad pitt in my mind while i read about Achilles. Currently the book talks about the miseries of Patroclus – who after accidently killing a boy is exiled from his father’s kingdom. More on this later.

14-Dec-2011

The flow is good. One can go on reading the tales of growing up of these two characters Achilles and Patroclus with the mention of divine intervention thrown here and there. It appears as if Madeline has written the book in her own time. There is no urgency. Nothing is fast paced.

A classic after a long time

Currently reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s The Gambler, Bobok, A Nasty Story. Have been wanting to read his The Brothers Karamazov for a long time. But it would need time – lots of time.

I think this is a good way of reading. Read few books of one genre then move to another. This way one can avoid a feeling of staleness which results due to reading one type of writings/author esp Indian fiction.

This time i’ll try to write a little bit more about this book so that this blog does not remain merely informative.

6 Dec 2011

Finished reading The Gambler. One thing that distinguishes a classic from rest of them is its pace. Slow, relaxed almost like a beautiful sunset . And it is these classics which make you fall in love with the beautiful work of words.

Coming back to the book, it’s a reflection of Dostoyevsky’s passionate involvement with roulette. You win, you continue to win but yet you don’t go away till you have lost it all. The girl lets you express your love for her, she remains indifferent to it but still she insists that you talk about it – nothing is more pitiful than this.

Noon by Aatish Taseer

Currently readind Aatish Taseer’s Noon. While in college, i had a chance to read Stranger to history by the same author. He is the son of Indian journalist Tavleen Singh and assassinated Pakistan Governor Salman Taseer. Partition, Old Delhi, Hindu-Muslim and other such sentiments keep unfolding through out the book.
It set me thinking at a place. I have read good number of books. Have i read many of them to be able to tell that i have read them? Similar line of thought for my education.

p.s. Read an interview of this writer here.

11-11-11

Finished reading it. Didn’t like it at all. For the better part of the book, he talks about his life in Delhi. Then, we are taken to PbQ where he talks about troubles that are there in his brother’s life. It might as well be called his autobiography.

A night in london

25 Oct 2011

Currently reading ‘A night in London’ by Sajjad Zaheer. With due regard to the translator Hashmi, i feel a translator could never do justice to the writer.

29 Oct 2011

Finished reading it. Not a great read. May be i would enjoy the original version (in Urdu). However, it was one of its kind in terms of timing (India under British), language chosen (Urdu unlike writers like Mulk Raj Anand) etc.

The book has an abrupt ending (so does this blog).

>Looking back…

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Something doesn’t feel right. I’ll be writing the last exam at IIM Kozhikode tomorrow. Should I feel happy that it is finally over? Ideally I should. At least that is what I always wished since I came here. Funny how feelings change with time! One more farewell in the list of so many – Sainik School, ISM, Infosys, IIM. The moments of initial relief (once that week or fortnight or month sets in when you finally have to call it quit) last not very long. Very soon you want to do everything again – EVERYTHING. Going on long bike trips in and around Kerala, sitting and gossiping in Night Canteen, cribbing about the system, giving birthday bumps, fighting hostel wars, night outs for exams, endless cups of coffee etc. etc. The list is long. For some it would be longer. You wonder if you did all you could. Probably not. But where is the time to regret? There is not enough time for anything. You feel a void. You look at so many faces around you and you wonder whether they feel the same.
Yes, they do. They sure do.

>Last lecture

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Why are we a country of mediocrity? People respond. Low risk appetite, red-tapeism, mediocrity breeds mediocrity (urs truly speaketh!) etc etc. Prof Ram shows us few slides of Combodian capital Phnom Penh. Then Angkor Wat. Torture centers during Khmer Rouge regime led by a teacher of French literature and history Saloth Sar better known as Pol Pot. Few slides showed the killing fields where people were dumped in open graves after being killed. There are many non-diffused landmines still present in the area.
In between all this, Prof Ram met this motorcycle taxi driver. He lost his father and four brothers to Pol Pot’s atrocities. This guy learns english by listening to radio, reading newspapers and repeating every sentence that Prof Ram uttered. He does not go to the local school because they all have flawed pronunciation. He wants to move from bike to a taxi. And he is working hard at it.

What leads to innovation?
Do you realise what kind of competitors you’re pitted against?

You might have read lots of theory, many brands but, remember there is only one brand and that is you.

>Calicut Mini Marathon 2011

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Completed another mini marathon (10km) yesterday. Took me around 50 min. Came 2nd among IIM K folks. Fellow ‘F’cuker Devang beat me this time:) It was better organized as compared to last year. Considering that this is the 2nd year that it has been organized by Social Service Group of IIM K, I’m sure that it’ll only get better in the years to come.
I had clocked the same time last year also but the difference was the ease with which we could finish the race this time. Both Devang and me think that it’s time we start thinking of half-marathon. Amen.

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