People can be divided into two categories; too many times over. They can be divided into bad or good, believers or non-believers, white or black, men or women. But when all the venn diagrams of categorizations are exhausted we realise that no two people can be together in all categories at all times. For the... Continue Reading →
City of Djinns
There is more than just one relationship one can have with a book. What one takes away from a book is noteworthy and much discussed, but what one brings to a book is far less acknowledged. More often than not, one approaches a book with expectations; to be enchanted, enthralled, entertained, emancipated and even educated.... Continue Reading →
Reading Gulzar and Meeting Ghalib
I just finished reading Mirza Ghalib: A Biographical Scenario by Gulzar. There is a lingering sadness that the book came to an end. However, there is also a fulfilling warmth inside. It was a beautiful journey. It was so calming that Time walked with me hand in hand and we were glad to have each others' company.... Continue Reading →
Fight Club – “The” Book
(FC = Fight Club) You're in office. Your boss hands you reports to analyze. You've been reading FC while you could. Your boss, your girlfriend, the coffee machine; all of them are like bees buzzing outside your head. Last night you weren't in town. No one knows that. Last night you were in town. Everyone... Continue Reading →
Love in the Time of Cholera
I recently finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. While he is very well-known for his work One Hundred Years of Solitude, I happened to chance this other book of his at Landmark. It has a mango-coloured cover with worn out drinking steel glasses and a stark red flowers in... Continue Reading →
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