Dear me …
I was so keen to write extensively, but the early morning sleep deficit invites me back to bed .. some bad habits never leave .. I read a novel the whole night, reading to its length and breadth and found it simply superb. Ok how did i get to this novel. Ya here it goes...
I was watching TV on saturday evening, and just tuned into CNBC TV 18 channel, where in an interview was going on. A Young and beautiful lady from Pakistan, who has written a superb novel and about which she was interviewed for. I liked the subject of the novel, immediately i ran into the nearby book store and purchased that particular novel. believe me i read whole novel in 2 days. before i say anything about the novel, i shall tell you what Miss Fathima Bhutto is all about.
Fatima Bhutto born, Fatima Murtaza Bhutto on 29 May 1982, is a Pakistani poet and writer. She is granddaughter of former Prime Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, the niece of former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto, and daughter of Murtaza Bhutto.
She came to public note after the publication of her first book, a collection of poems, "Whispers of the Desert". She received notable coverage for her second book, "8:50 a.m. 8 October 2005". She is active in Pakistan's socio-political arena, supporting her stepmother Ghinwa Bhutto's party the Pakistan Peoples Party, but has no desire to run for political office. Fatima Bhutto was ranked 26th on Desiclub.com's list of the 50 Coolest Desis of 2008. She also writes columns for Pakistani and international newspapers and other publications.
It is one of those books which makes you feel blessed at just being curled up in your sofa, with a hot cup of coffee in your hand. As you turn the pages, you cringe at the ill-fate of people, you leave a soft sigh at the merciless killings, all the while playing a game of prediction with the patient reader within you.
As you turn the pages, you loose the traditional flow of time. Like a hamster inside a ball, you find yourself moving round and round from events in the past and present. Though the plot happens within a span of a few hours, the story stretches to include incidents from years down the lane - all in a way that makes perfect sense for the reader.
The characters of the three brothers, who weave the story, are contrasting. While one is an epitome of patriotism, the other is an ambitious man who like many others in the conflict zone of Mir Ali wants to escape into a land of opportunities and peace, and yet another is a doctor, who along with his wife, lives a life that faces a happiness drought after his son's death.
No love, you ask? The subtle romance between Aman Erum (The eldest of the brothers who leaves to America to find a good job) and Samarra (a feisty woman who rests her loyalty to her birth place, Mir Ali, seems enough to have one shedding a tear or two when it withers due to the turn of events.
Towards the end of the book, the pace accelerates at a breakneck speed. Even if you have your sausages getting burnt on the stove, you would be incapable of putting the book down. And then like a shooting star, everything ends. You turn back a few pages and read it again to see if you had missed any paragraph. No, it cannot end so soon, you say. It is then that you see goose bumps all over your skin. Goose bumps that probably have erupted as a case of a mini volcanic eruption inside of you. An eruption that has left a deep hollow. You turn the last leaf.
Moments later, you might be watching TV, but then you know your mind is still replaying the seen when Sikandar (one of the brothers who is the doctor) pleads with the terrorists to leave him alone, and when his wife Mina wails her way outside the car to face them, head held high, cursing them for her son's death.
Zalim! Zalim! - the words of Mina echo in your years as you stare towards the sky to see the perfectly formed crescent moon. Although, this time you find yourself incapable of enjoying its beauty.
I was so keen to write extensively, but the early morning sleep deficit invites me back to bed .. some bad habits never leave .. I read a novel the whole night, reading to its length and breadth and found it simply superb. Ok how did i get to this novel. Ya here it goes...
I was watching TV on saturday evening, and just tuned into CNBC TV 18 channel, where in an interview was going on. A Young and beautiful lady from Pakistan, who has written a superb novel and about which she was interviewed for. I liked the subject of the novel, immediately i ran into the nearby book store and purchased that particular novel. believe me i read whole novel in 2 days. before i say anything about the novel, i shall tell you what Miss Fathima Bhutto is all about.
Fatima Bhutto born, Fatima Murtaza Bhutto on 29 May 1982, is a Pakistani poet and writer. She is granddaughter of former Prime Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, the niece of former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto, and daughter of Murtaza Bhutto.
She came to public note after the publication of her first book, a collection of poems, "Whispers of the Desert". She received notable coverage for her second book, "8:50 a.m. 8 October 2005". She is active in Pakistan's socio-political arena, supporting her stepmother Ghinwa Bhutto's party the Pakistan Peoples Party, but has no desire to run for political office. Fatima Bhutto was ranked 26th on Desiclub.com's list of the 50 Coolest Desis of 2008. She also writes columns for Pakistani and international newspapers and other publications.
It is one of those books which makes you feel blessed at just being curled up in your sofa, with a hot cup of coffee in your hand. As you turn the pages, you cringe at the ill-fate of people, you leave a soft sigh at the merciless killings, all the while playing a game of prediction with the patient reader within you.
As you turn the pages, you loose the traditional flow of time. Like a hamster inside a ball, you find yourself moving round and round from events in the past and present. Though the plot happens within a span of a few hours, the story stretches to include incidents from years down the lane - all in a way that makes perfect sense for the reader.
The characters of the three brothers, who weave the story, are contrasting. While one is an epitome of patriotism, the other is an ambitious man who like many others in the conflict zone of Mir Ali wants to escape into a land of opportunities and peace, and yet another is a doctor, who along with his wife, lives a life that faces a happiness drought after his son's death.
No love, you ask? The subtle romance between Aman Erum (The eldest of the brothers who leaves to America to find a good job) and Samarra (a feisty woman who rests her loyalty to her birth place, Mir Ali, seems enough to have one shedding a tear or two when it withers due to the turn of events.
Towards the end of the book, the pace accelerates at a breakneck speed. Even if you have your sausages getting burnt on the stove, you would be incapable of putting the book down. And then like a shooting star, everything ends. You turn back a few pages and read it again to see if you had missed any paragraph. No, it cannot end so soon, you say. It is then that you see goose bumps all over your skin. Goose bumps that probably have erupted as a case of a mini volcanic eruption inside of you. An eruption that has left a deep hollow. You turn the last leaf.
Moments later, you might be watching TV, but then you know your mind is still replaying the seen when Sikandar (one of the brothers who is the doctor) pleads with the terrorists to leave him alone, and when his wife Mina wails her way outside the car to face them, head held high, cursing them for her son's death.
Zalim! Zalim! - the words of Mina echo in your years as you stare towards the sky to see the perfectly formed crescent moon. Although, this time you find yourself incapable of enjoying its beauty.
So that's it. Hope if you too will like the book if at all you have love to read.
And at the end of the day a little time for contemplation and thought … all is never to your satisfaction and desire ever .. there shall be moments to ponder and think what and when and where ..
More of all this tomorrow ..
Love and love ..
Harish Nayak
And at the end of the day a little time for contemplation and thought … all is never to your satisfaction and desire ever .. there shall be moments to ponder and think what and when and where ..
More of all this tomorrow ..
Love and love ..
Harish Nayak
No comments:
Post a Comment