सूरज से गुफ्तगू#8

वो कहता है बारिश भी पसंद है

वो कहता है सूरज भी पसंद है,

देखो, दोनों का मेल नहीं हो सकता

इंद्रधनुष सा जादू हर किसी के नसीब में नहीं हो सकता.

कुछ और गुफ्तगू: सूरज से गुफ्तगू #7

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The Sea

Poetry has been a consistent part of my life, first reading and then writing. Though if someone would have said that I could try writing poems, a year back, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, right!” Not that I have become very confident of my pieces, but I have come as far as trying to share them and be judged.

So, judge away a small poem that has been accepted for publication by Indian Periodical:

The Sea

Do share with me what you think about this. It is always amazing to hear from you, and helpful to hear an honest opinion.

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Rebel Without A Bra.

Women Rule, But Has Anyone Told The Men?

Mex is heading for the Edinburgh Festival in search of Legless. Hot on her heels is Beryl a leader who has already dropped Mex in it once and now plans to do so again. Beryl must make contact with Mex before Mex finds Legless; retrieve the spark plug but not Legless, find a way back to Planet Hy Man, without Legless and save her planet. And all before the Edinburgh Festival finishes!

A feat made near impossible when considering her arch-rival Hilda, a woman as ruthless as a politician (and with the same dress sense) has access to every high- tech spying equipment going.

A Rebel Without a Bra is the second in the Planet Hy Man series where every hero is a woman old enough to know better and old enough not to care.

 

I chose to read this book, because I was reading four books at one time, all of which were a bit too serious. I thought picking this would make reading a little simpler. Who would have thought, that I wouldn’t put it down?

 

The book is well-written, well-edited, and thought through. However, there is this one thing that kept bugging me, or to say driving me away. This belongs to the category of fiction and fiction takes a lot, I mean ‘A LOT’ to be believed in. For me, it just lacked that. I mean I was intrigued, absolutely, and yet I knew I was reading something and not living it. I know that this is possible, for me at least, but since this book didn’t take me there, I felt a little disappointed.

 

But Kerrie Noor has done a fair job of executing her thoughts, and bringing humor in. Only I felt like I wanted a little more.

 

PS: This book was a giveaway from BookHub.

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सूरज से गुफ्तगू #7

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क्या यार तुम आज फिर चुप गये
देखो ये रोज रोज का रूठना मनाना नहीं चलेगा
तुम्हारा रोज यु हमसे दूर जाना नहीं चलेगा.
हमने तो कभी कहा नहीं की हमे बारसात पसंद है
हमे तो तुम्हारी वो दूर से भेजी रंगीन आहट ही पसंद है
हमने कब कहा की हमे वो पेड़ से टूट ते पत्ते पसंद है
हमे तो वो ढलती शाम के बेहतरीन बादल ही पसंद है
हमने कब कहा की हमें वो कीचड़ में छप-छपाये पैरों के निशाँ पसंद है
हमे तो तुम्हे देख कर शर्म से लाल होना ही पसंद है.

 

थोड़ी और गुफ्तगू: सूरज से गुफ्तगू #6

 

A Thousand Splendid Suns.

A Thousand Splendid Suns by khaled Hosseini is about a 15 year old Miriam, married and sent to Kabul without her will. Her entire life is a struggle against patriarchy, starvation, violence and brutality and a fear that lurks constantly over her.

 

While the plot sounds truly traumatic the heroism that is portrayed despite the hindrances is startling. In spite of being subjected to so much torture and hopelessness, Mariam is defiant and doesn’t give up till the end.

 

The first time I read this, I cried the entire night. The book had just come out and I was only a part time reader, the one who picks up a book when someone would recommend me, or when I’d really be bored, or when I’d come across a book and I’d really be interested in the plot. My teacher recommended me this. She had seen me reading now and again, trying to divert myself from every other stuff going on in my life. She saw me reading and she gave me this and one other collection of short stories.

 

I came home, as lost as always and dove right in. I didn’t get up even for dinner. I didn’t care for dinner when a little girl almost as young as me was being beaten, who shed blood like water form her body, who had no hope left in her life, no love; no one. Isolation was her only friend.

 

This was fiction. Why was I crying? I think I was moved beyond repair.

 

Since then I have read this book time and again. Every time I devour the pages of this book, I cry just the same. I don’t know about others, but this book does something different to me. You might not find this to be so poignant but I did then, and I do still.

 

Then, why do I keep picking this up, again and again?

 

This book taught me that fiction could do things to you, sometimes more than reality. This book taught me that somewhere between the pages I could lose myself. This book taught me that words are powerful. This book taught me so much more and it was with this book that I fell in love with reading and eventually writing.

 

Then, why am I doing this review now? Because I read Sea Prayer! by the same author a few days back and it ignited all those long lost memories of the book. I didn’t know even tears bring nostalgia. And because I read a sea prayer I was drawn to this book too, again. It took all my might to stay away from this one, only because I have been reading four books simultaneously and all cry for my attention. And among all those I really shouldn’t have started this one. Start, I did!

 

And I forgot the rest for a while. I don’t know how my self-control has gotten so weak but it has and honestly, I don’t regret it.

 

A Thousand Splendid Suns is dear to me, despite all its hardships and tears that the protagonist and I go through side by side. And I love the book. I love The Sea Prayer, The Kite Runner, and I liked And the Mountains Echoed too, but this is exceptional. It holds a different place. I am not saying this is my ‘favorite’ book, you must know me better than this, that I truly cannot pick one favorite book from so many. I can only say it is dear to me.

 

This being posted on the National Book Lovers Day is just another cherry for me. But then again what is this kind of celebration to someone who reads and reads only to be alive?

Illusion or Authenticity!

I dreamt

I dreamt of beautiful things

I dreamt with open eyes.

All my life I was taught

To dream big

Fly high

And so with open eyes

I dreamt of open skies.

Of peace, calm

And of little love.

I have dreamt of inane faith

And believed

That everything will find its way.
Oh- I pictured everything

Of what I wanted

Of dreams that kept me haunted.

What and how and why and when

I thought of everything

That will in reality

Happen again.

The smiles

Engraved

The twinkling eyes

Unscathed

Like a novice, I was in my imagination,

Engaged!

I dreamt of everything

Didn’t leave anything.

Every tiny detail

From today, tomorrow,

And yesterday.

Oh- I sinned.

Oh- I dreamt big.

Dreams don’t come true

Now reality will

Teasingly bite on you.

But wait-

It all came true.

It all did.

What and how and why and when

Every magical kiss again

Everything the way

My open eyes had engraved.

No detail left

And love no more bereft.

Only, there was a little alteration

Everything happened

The way it was meant to be.

The way my heart wanted to see.

But for that one little thing

A tiny little fling.

The dream did come true

Just the way I had thought through

Only-

Only when it came to reality

The dream was not meant for me.

The what

The how

The why

The when

All became a living reality

Only not for me.

Someone else came in a swift

And lived my dream

Instead of me.

Was it not

My dream?

It all happened

Just the way I wanted

But I did not live it.

Jealousy and anger- My sin

I am only human after all.

For years I pined for those wings

And just as I was about

To touch them

Someone came and plucked them away.

My dream

Shattering into million little pieces

Tears brewing in my hollow eyes

But I can’t move.

The dream is all I had

Towards which I slogged

And with that gone

I am nothing but a meek fawn.

I am only a human after all

Succumbing to a painful fall

Lost in an empty desert

Where, in darkness

I howl, “It hurt.”

Sea Prayer!

A Sea prayer is published as a book but honestly it’s a poem. It is a lucid, magical poem with such colorful and breathtaking illustrations that I spent more time looking and gawking than reading.

 

The prayer seems like a bedtime story for a kid, spoken by his father on a moonlit night, but you’ll realize very soon that it just cannot be a story for that kid. It is way more intense than that. The father, a resident of Syria is not only nostalgic but makes you go through the moving scenarios and memories that run through his mind.

 

Khaled Hosseini is one word the best. I mean come on, have you read his books? In this 10 minute read you will be left with a 1000 different questions and you will have no answer whatsoever. The war, meaninglessness, the fear of unknown, love for his child, for his family, and the terror that grips the father for his child is so well portrayed in so few a words.

 

I guess that is the magic of poetry, you can say so much in so few words and your readers just don’t know what to do with them. It will take literally 10 minutes to finish this book, but I spent 30 instead, gaping at the mind-numbing illustrations, and I am still pondering over the book. It is just moving, but then again I could be biased towards Hosseini. Find out yourself if I am bias or not.

 

Also, I need to thank  for sending me this for my birthday. I had all the books from this author and now I have this copy too.

 

Why so many pictures?

 

It’s an illustrated book, so an illustrated review to tempt you into reading the entire book. 😉

 

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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