July 31, 2017

Book Review: A State of Freedom by Neel Mukherjee


Title: A State of Freedom
Author: Neel Mukherjee
Publisher: Penguin Random House
ISBN: 9780670090150
Genre: Literary Fiction
Pages: 275
Source: Flipkart Review Program
Rating:  5/5

While trying to check the bill before settling at the reception desk – just an old habit, inculcated by his father, of giving any bill a once-over to see that he had not been overcharged – he realized that he had lost the ability to perform the simple function of adding up the individual items and the tax that together made up the grand total. He tried again and again. Then he took out his wallet and tried to count the rupee and US dollar notes nestled inside; he failed. Something as fundamental to intelligence as counting was eluding him. In the peripheries of his vision he could see a small crowd gathering to look at him; discreetly, nonchalantly, they thought. The news had spread. It was then that he broke down and wept for his son.

First of all, allow me to keep this structure-of-the-novel thing away, and let me focus on the initial paragraph of A State of Freedom by Neel Mukherjee. I am sure, after reading this, you too would have noticed the way Mukherjee drew attention of his readers. It simply showed the power of his prose style. The way he observed things and transformed them into words is surely inexplicable. It was like he opened a hidden window of a world which existed inside us only. Our surrounding, that we often ignore, Mukherjee took his characters from there only and showed us the mirror. Frankly speaking it was gut-wrenching at some place.     

STRUCTURE

A State of Freedom by Neel Mukherjee, It fascinated me more because it is written in an unconventional style. Five Protagonist Five Stories, not linked on the plot basis yet connected somehow.

In first segment, Mukherjee introduced a man, who returns to India with his six years old son, he visits Taj Mahal, Fatehpur Sikri, trying to revive his roots. Meanwhile he realizes he has become the stranger in his own country. Then something happened that changed the whole situation. Just loved the part where he was trying his best to save his kid from witnessing this grim situation of India.

In Second Segment, a London based son (unnamed) visiting his parents in Bombay, he has come for local research on Indian cooking as he is going to write some regional cuisine book. Here he met Renu, who cooked food for his parents, Suddenly he started to take interest in their lives and realized the gap of these two classes, how the renu’s past unfolded, it was really heart storming. You read those characters and trying to identify various faces into our own surrounding, that's the impact of Mukherjee’s Characters’ Arc.

When it comes to third segment, it would fascinate you the most and if you are four-legged angel’s lover then it will be heart wrenching read. Mukherjee unpacked the emotion of fear and love while revealing his quaint characters especially baby bear, Raju and his owner lakshman, how he tried to get him ready and trained for another source of income. There was so much to read between the lines, those pauses provoked you to read quickly with a curiositywhat will happen next with baby bear?   

In Forth segment, you meet a girl who is trying to alleviate her social condition, in her own possible ways. Her struggle for existence seemed so apt in current scenario. It is always hard to read about underprivileged characters. Yet soothing to your soul cause they come up with hope at last, to a better future. And you feel inspired of after experiencing their will to survive.  

Last segment of this book, leaves you with myriad of questions, If you unintentionally obstruct the freedom of others, gradually it effects our concept of belonging and loss. In Neel Mukherjee’s wordthe sense of migration.

All in all, You could read the book, you could close it with great relief but you could hardly get rid of its deeply-woven characters. I have no words to praise Mukherjee enough. Just loved the way Mukherjee narrates his stories. Sometimes it feels so engrossing that you found yourself enveloped into his  world only. Extraordinaire!  

CORE

When we heard of any abroad based Indian author, it is presentiment that he would have written about Cooking or Migration, more so ever the complications he had to face while changing countries and all that nostalgia especially Maa Ke Haath Ka Kadi-Chawal. 

Here, Mukherjee tried to derange this league and coming up with a new concept of Migration. He made me rethink the definition of it. How could we attach the with migration thing only, while migration is a state of mind that we usually sensed here in India only. And this is the core of Neel Mukherjee’s A State of Freedom. 

In our lives we often migrate through our social class, thought-level process, and financial condition. Of course, A State of Freedom would not be an easy read. It will move you, along with doubts, expression of freedom  and trouble your mind till the last. A State of Freedom is a portrait of our own existence. Worth every moment. 

READER’s MOMENT

Something about the urgency of the swarming and the indescribable sound that emanated from that swiftly engorging clot of people, a tense noise between buzzing and truculent murmuring, instantly transmitted the message that a disaster had occurred. Otherwise how else would the child have known to ask, ‘Baba, people running, look. What’s happening there?’ And how else could the driver have answered, mercifully in Hindi, ‘A man’s just fallen from the top of that building under construction. A labourer. Instant death, poor man.’

He had refused to translate, had tried to pull his son back from craning his neck out, but as the queue of cars moved forward, through a chance aperture in the hive of people around the death, he saw, for the briefest of flashes, a patch of dusty earth stained the colour of old scab from the blood it had thirstily drunk. Then the slit closed, the car started advancing inch by inch and the vision ended. He saw his son turning his head to continue to stare at the spot. But had he really seen the earth welt like that, or had he just imagined it? There was no way he could ask the boy to corroborate. As soon as he thought that, all the worries came stampeding in: had the child seen it? Was he going to be affected by it? How could he establish if he had without planting the idea in the boy’s head?

‘Who knows what he’ll do? We have never been able to tell what goes through his head. He says he’s going to come back in two years.’ Pause. “Two more years of sending money,” She said, then quickly tried to dispel the burden of the last few words by her usual dismissive tics.
‘I said to him: Stay as long as it takes to finish what you are reading, you don’t need to think of money… but who listens to me?’ the shift in tonal gear this time was to mock-carping, a time-honoured Bengali way of expressing deep affection.
Then, another shift with: “He says he’s going to come back and built me a house. We shall see”


ABOUT AUTHOR
Neel Mukherjee was born in Calcutta. His first novel, A Life Apart , won the Writers’ Guild of Great Britain Award for best fiction, among other honors, and his second novel, The Lives of Others , was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and won the Encore Prize. He lives in London.

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July 28, 2017

वो लोग जो आपके कुछ नहीं लगते

वो लोग जो आपके कुछ नहीं लगते। ना कोई रिश्ता ना कोई जानकारी। सोशल मीडिया की इस दुनिया में बहुत से ऐसे लोग मिलते है जिनसे कोई बातचीत नहीं होती फिर भी वो आपकी दिनचर्या का हिस्सा होते है। आपकी टाईमलाईन पर उनके पोस्ट आते है। हम उसके जरिए ही धीरे धीरे उन्हें जानने लगते हैं। उनके पंसदीदा गीत, नज्में, शायर, और फिर एक दिन वो चले जाते हैं। हमेशा के लिए। आपकी पलकें नम हो जाती है। दिल कुछ एक पल के लिए पत्थर-सा हो जाता। आप यकीन नहीं कर पाते कि कल से वो आपकी वर्चुअल ही सही लेकिन इस छोटी सी दुनिया का हिस्सा नहीं होगें। गर्म पानी आँखों से गालों तक आ जाता है। आप रोना नहीं चाहते, उनके लिए जो आपके कुछ नही लगते।

25 जुलाई को ट्वीटर टाईमलाइन पर पढा इंदीवर जी (@frozenmusik) नहीं रहे। उनसे मेरी कभी कोई बातचीत नहीं हुई थी। मैं नीलेश मिसरा सर के लिए थोडा-बहुत लिखती हूँ ये उन्हें मेरी टाईमलाईन देखकर पता चला होगा। अभी जनवरी में जब जयपुर लिटरेचर फेस्टीवल में नीलेश सर भी पहुँचे। तो उन्होंने सर के सेशन की टाईम-स्क्रीन टैग की। उन्हें लगा होगा शायद मुझे पता नहीं है। मैंने उन्हें प्राईवेट मैसेज करके इतनी सी रिक्वेस्ट की “Sir, I won’t able to attend Neelesh Sir’s session, will you record some clips, just thodi bahut please please

उन्होंने कहा उनके बेटे को फीवर है, फिर भी वो कोशिश करेंगे। मैंने उनसे मना भी किया “ रहने दीजिएगा सर, इट्स नॉट देट इम्पोरटेंट” मैं भूल भी गयी थी अगले दिन उन्होंने वो वीडियोज यू-ट्यूब पर अपलोड कर दिए। ही इज़/वाज़ काईंड सोल, मैन ऑफ हिज़ वर्डस। अभी तीन दिन पहले जब टाईमलाईन पर पढा वो नहीं रहे तो सच में अजीब लगा, लगा जैसे इट इज़ सम काईंड ऑफ प्रेंक। लेकिन ये न्यूज़ पवन झा जी की टाईमलाईन से थी। कार्डियल अरेस्ट। आज 28 जुलाई 2017 को जयपुर में ही उनकी मैमोरियल बैठक है।

नौ साल पहले मम्मा को भी ऐसे अचानक एक एक्सीडेंट में खो दिया था। आज भी सुबह उठती हूँ तो लगता है वही घी के दीपक की गर्माहट लिए मम्मा की हथेली मेरे सर पर ठहर जाएगी। आँखे खोलकर वो सबसे मीठा ख्वाब खो देना बहुत तकलीफ देता है। मम्मा के समय रोना नहीं आया था। शायद उधारी है। जब भी कोई जाता है तो किश्तों में निकलती है।  

No
Time doesn’t heal anything
People leave, void remains.

Indivar Sir, You will be missed. ALWAYS!



           
Clicked By Indivar Sir

July 11, 2017

Book Review: The Ministry Of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy

Title: The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Author: Arundhati Roy
Publisher: Penguin Random House
ISBN:  9780670089635
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Pages: 445
Source: Flipkart Review Program
Rating:  4.5/5

She lived in the graveyard like a tree. At dawn she saw the crows off and welcomed the bats home. At dusk she did the opposite. Between shifts she conferred with the ghosts of vultures that loomed in her high branches. She felt the gentle grip of their talons like an ache in an amputated limb. She gathered they weren’t altogether unhappy at having excused themselves and exited from the story.

I think it is not an easy task to write few words on brilliance. You hesitate, You slow down a bit, You go through the pages over and over. Literally, I have been struggling with right words while writing this piece on Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness. Perhaps, you could relate this uneasiness.  

I should not be biased but I am helpless. To be Honest, Arundhati Roy is among those authors, who drew me closer to fiction. And made me believe I could survive on reading. She is the epitome of Brilliance. She had proved it twenty years back, by fascinating us with small things and I’m happy to say, she didn’t lose that charm in her recent novel The Ministry of Utmost Happiness as well.

Basically, Arundhati Roy has woven so many characters with two main Protagonists, who were all trying to place the broken pieces back together. We could relate to their resilience, empathy, their daily struggles for survival with their determination to find hope.

The Ministry of Utmost Happiness begins with Anjum, a delhi based famous Hermaphrodite (Hijra), once Aftab. Since childhood he has been facing denial. Whereas all he wants acceptance to his natural self, and then he finds out a prostitute Bombay Silk, who is running a shelterHouse of Dreams. Aftab gets fascinated by this place, leaves his home and turned into Anjum, a transgender. How Anjum’s journey ends with city graveyard? I would not spoil the magic of Roy’s storytelling, by telling the whole plot but eagerly want to share this extract.

Do you know why God made hijras?” Anjum’s housemate Nimmo asks her one day. “It was an experiment. He decided to create something, a living creature that is incapable of happiness. So he made us.” Think about it, she says. What are the things regular people get upset about? “Price-rise, children’s school-admissions, husbands’ beatings, wives’ cheatings, Hindu-Muslim riots, Indo-Pak war—outside things that settle down eventually. But for us the price-rise and school-admissions and beating-husbands and cheating-wives are all inside us. The riot is inside us. Indo-Pak is inside us. It will never settle down. It can’t.”

As story sets in modern India, Roy tried to draw reader’s attention on some socio-political issues as well, that go hand in hand with fiction. First six chapters covers the story of Anjum, and then comes Roy’s second Protagonist, Tilo— an illegitimate child, belongs to a group of Kashmir Independence fighter. Roy has beautifully woven this character Tilo and her relationship with Musa, (her lover, maybe, maybe not). Rest story revolves around her only.

Yes! I agree, In some parts,  I too feel disconnected, her description on many events (Gujarat Riot’s, Kashmir, capitalism, 1984 riots, naxalism) made me doubt  if I am reading fiction or else? , but This is Arundhati Roy, It takes courage to do experiment and weave the brutal truth, especially the part on martyrdom.

Overall, Characters are so engaging, that they seemed real to me, I could sense their pain, at some point I wished to continue with their revolutionary Journey.  I mostly loved her balanced narrative, it accomplished to transport me into another realm, if I talk about Roy's writing, It is breathtaking, lyrical, and beautifully written, especially Tilo's Part.  

Roy focused on many issues as caste and gender, and most importantly what I learnt —who are we to pass comments on someone’s existence, how could we judge someone on the basis of their faith, color, body fat, religion, and upbringing.   

In an interview with Barnes and Noble, Arundhati Roy mentioned  “Everybody in the novel has some kind of border running through them. Anjum has the border of gender, for Tillo it is caste, for Nimmo it is Indo-Pakistan, Saddam has caste and religious conversion. Even the graveyard, where much of the action of the book is located, is some kind of border between life and death. The book is also about how, when you harden these borders, this violence of inclusion and exclusion results." 

All in all, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy can be read by hundred ways, it is up to you how you perceive the art and respond to rhythm of storytelling. I would like to say "Go read this beautifully executed book" Highly Recommended!   

READER’s MOMENT   

I don’t know where to stop, or how to go on. I stop when I shouldn’t. I go on when I should stop. There is weariness. But there is also defiance. Together they define me these days. Together they steal my sleep, and together they restore my soul. There are plenty of problems with no solutions in sight. Friends turn into foes. If not vocal ones, then silent, reticent ones. But I’ve yet to see a foe turning into a friend. There seems to be no hope. But pretending to be hopeful is the only grace we have . . .


She didn't stop him. She knew he'd be back. No matter how elaborate its charade, she recognized loneliness when she saw it. She sensed that in some strange tangential way, he needed her shade as much as she needed his. And she had learned from experience that Need was a warehouse that could accommodate a considerable amount of cruelty.

They had always fitted together like pieces of an unsolved (and perhaps unsolvable) puzzle- the smoke of her into the solidness of him, the solitariness of her into the gathering of him, the strangeness of her into the straightforwardness of him, the insouciance of her into the restraint of him. The quietness of her into the quietness of him.” 

There was no tour guide on hand to tell her that in Kashmir nightmares were promiscuous. They were unfaithful to their owners, they cartwheeled wantonly into other people’s dreams, they acknowledged no precincts, they were the greatest ambush artists of all. No fortification, no fence-building could keep them in check. In Kashmir the only thing to do with nightmares was to embrace them like old friends and manage them like old enemies.” 

It had to do with the way she lived, in the country of her own skin. A country that issued no visas and seemed to have no consulates. 

ABOUT AUTHOR: Arundhati Roy is an Indian writer who is also an activist who focuses on issues related to social justice and economic inequality. She won the Booker Prize in 1997 for her novel, The God of Small Things, and has also written two screenplays and several collections of essays.

For her work as an activist she received the Cultural Freedom Prize awarded by the Lannan Foundation in 2002.