Monday, December 26, 2011

Book Review: Harbart

Nabarun Bhattacharya's "Harbart"  translated to English by Arunava Sinha is a story revolving around Harbart Sarkar. Born to LalitKumar and Shobarani on 16th Sep, 1949, grew up to be a  fair and lean man having caucasian build. Although Lalitkumar had made handsome money from the war economy, he didnt need much time to lose it by gambling with films. When Harbart was less than two years old, he had lost both his parents, his father due to a jeep accident and his mother within a gap of eight months due to electrocution when putting the clothes to dry. 

Owing to twist of events in life, he went on to stay in his uncle, Girish Kumar's house. Growing up amidst indifference and neglect, so much that it had not come to anyone's notice that Harbart had discontinued going to school, his aunt was the only person who had some love and care to offer. Harbart had dropped out of school after class five and did self-study at home.

 When Harbart was fourteen, he discovers the presence of a skull and a few bones in a tin trunk in his room. This incident had a indelible impact on him and evoked his curiosity and imagination to link the personality to which the skull may have belonged. Although he held on to them for a while, a couple of years later, he disposed of them into the AdiGanga. This was the beginning of his irresistible attraction to the concept of death and after-life. He got engrossed in reading more and more about the topics closely. He spent most of his days reading 'All about the Afterworld" and such on the attic-roof of his house, which had become his abode, more or less.

Growing up amidst bullying by his nephews, he took instant liking to one nephew of a different kind, Binu who came to Calcutta to study and stay at his uncle's house. Binu's episode in Harbart's life was going to change the latter's life forever. Binu, a committed communist got severely injured by police firing during one of his movements of protest. When in death-bed, Binu revealed the secret of the location of his diary in the house before he departed to the other world.

Life moved on, faint memories of Binu and yet after about thirteen or fourteen years post Binu's death, Harbart had a dream in which he supposedly saw Binu and the latter seemed to give him out a secret of a diary. He followed the instructions he got in his dream to find the diary. Then began, the belief and trust in his super-natural powers as a god-man being able to have dialogues with the dead. He was inclined to start a business with his new-found potential as the investment. Harbart, in his delirium, had not realised that the location of diary was told by Binu himself before he breathed his last.

Harbart, with his "Dialogue with the Dead" office, was able to mesmerize a few people and make some pennies as well. It looked like there was no turning back until  a letter came from a Rationalists' Association which challenged his powers and condemned Harbart of fooling people. An encounter, well planned by the Rationalists' Association which had planned a sting operation by sending a Belgian lady to Harbart to talk of her mother who was told as being dead but was actually not. Harbart, with the given information, had made comments assuming the lady's mother was dead. So, this conflicting behavior was reason enough for the Rationalist group to fight morally.  This event shook Harbart from within and unable to handle the situation, he gave in. He breathed his last.

Thus ended the life of a person who was struck by delirium, brought up around sheer neglect and ignorance to believe in his fantasized thoughts. Perhaps, a little affection and attention early on in his life, would have saved him?



A story well-woven and vocabulary supreme, is a engrossing  and thought-provoking read.

Rating 3.5/5

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Monday, November 21, 2011

Brave show

How often do we take things for granted? Things that get so less focus from us as long as they function properly can seem insignificant too. Today, I want to make a conscious effort to applaud one such thing ( or a pair) for putting up a good show and saving grace. They stood the tests of time and ups and downs (stairs)of life for the day.
My footwear, my saving grace for the day. When I left home, they looked seemingly fit, but as the day progressed, one of the pair tried to hold itself together just to get me 'going' until I called it end of the day!

Thanks to you, for being on guard when fit and more even when you weren't. RIP.

Sunday, November 06, 2011

Book Review: I'm not Twenty Four...


Sachin Garg's "I'm not Twenty Four..." is an easy-read. If one forms audience for the kind of books that don't lay much stress exhibiting literary richness, but attempt a casual and college-goer approach to narration, this is one such.

A story centered around Saumya, an MBA-graduate based out of Delhi, placed to work at Toranagallu, a small village in Karnataka.
 A city-bred girl with desires and wants like any other care-free girl happens to land in a setup demanding rigidity, strong-will and dare to face  real challenges in the form of deaths and accidents of employees at workplace. Certainly the job at hand was not for the soft-hearted. Partly, her name which could be mistaken for a boy's, lands her in a job so highly-demanding.

While Saumya introspected about handling the job or calling it quits, Amit, Mallappa and Shubro form her friend-circle during her stay at Toranagallu. Saumya didn't need to sweat to seek attention, she got more than she desired for, sometimes more than it could annoy, primarily for her looks and her being the lone lady employee in the department. However, her meet with  Shubro, a Bengali hippie, during her visit to Hampi stumps her. His Hugh-Grant-like looks was an instant attraction for her and his stories of 90-day stay in a place and move-on theory amazes her. Although a short meet, it was going to change her life forever, sooner or later. Before she departed from Hampi, she left him her address with a ray of hope he might consider his next 90-day stay at her place. 

Not all meets transform into love, so she thought and got involved with her work and work-place, developed a short-lived flair for Mallappa which ended in a tragedy. Hit by trauma, she was vulnerable and needed someone to support her emotionally. To her luck, Shubro does come over to Toranagallu for his next 90-day plan. 
A person who had travelled around the world but said less about himself was being a mystery to Saumya. She always felt the love for him but feared to admit that he might walk out of her life at the dawn of 91st morning. 

It happened, they fell in love and he walked out on the 91st dawn while he remained the mystery he was. She was unsure if he really loved her and made attempts to erase him from her memory, but as luck would have it, she chances upon his blog where he had posted about his love for her. The mystery surrounding the man unravels in his blog and she loves him more than ever for all the philanthropic causes he had worked around the world and made a difference to thousands of poor people. She discovers that he loves her truly too. She heads straight to find her love in Andaman and Nicobar, where Shubro had planned his next 3 months, and the story ends talking of a new beginning.

My Rating : 3/5
A book one would not drop mid-way if the expectation doesn't rise beyond easy-read.


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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Interface with the world

The more we are out of our "Hello World" domain, the more we learn the lessons for life. The other day I happened to meet a cab driver who was as frustrated with his work as I probably was with mine, but the difference being he had an attitude to face life head-on, which I probably didn't have. When his boss called him up to impose  certain restrictions on him and the protocol he needs to follow, which the driver felt were unreasonable, the driver strictly refused to budge and said, he would park the car at his (boss') house in one hour after having dropped me and quit the job! For once, I felt he was being impractical and short-sighted to be quitting the current job, but I was amazed at his confidence to see what ensues but not deal with insanity being driven to him.

What I see is that being tolerant can be mis-read as being submissive. Talking what we believe in and being assertive about what we think and do is of utmost importance to safeguard our identity. Jobs can come and go, but identity needs to stay. Lesson learnt.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Two for life

X is a friend known to my husband as well as me. He is due to get married in a few months and as would any about-to-be-married guy be ragged and instilled fear, he is done the damage too. 

X seemed to have found my hubby online on fb and has had a conversation on random things.The topic of marriage has come up and X was pretty surprised at how my hubby has responded. Unlike others who seemed to have scared him  off marriage ( well, almost), my hubby has encouraged him to get married saying "It takes two to make lives meaningful" or something in that sense.

X was so happy to hear that from him that he pinged me to say what my hubby had told him. He said he had never heard such encouraging words from other friends who were married. They always made fun of marriage like many do (including me).


X was happy and went. But tell me, when my hubby says, "it takes two..." , don't I have the right to know when the second one is coming? Or if she already has?

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Defy Aging

When a set of girls from college meet after a long time, there would be no dearth of topics. They can range from family to work to colleagues to stress and what not. Among them, cosmetic-tips sharing forms a part too.  More so for the girls then are now women in late 20s.

It surprises us to no end to realize that we are no different from the women we used to see and gossip about earlier, for being so conscious about looks. I guess, age does it. I wouldn't say we think about looking good all the time, but sure not as ignorant as earlier.

A friend of mine has been a patron of Olay products and was all praises for it and recommended each one of us to use it. From what she says and how she looks, her skin has got a good treatment.

When the product cost more than 700 rs for a tiny bottle, one has to be thoroughly convinced to buy it.The Olay-patron believes that although it is expensive, it works out fine because initially more amount of cream is needed but after a couple of days, a little of it would suffice.

Wondering if the cost of the product pricks her when she starts seeing the bottom of the container that she uses less of it after a couple of days unlike more amounts when it was brimming!



Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Office so much like home.

X:    Are you working from Home today?
Y:    No. It's a different thing I am not working at office either!!
X:    LoL
Y:    But why?
X :  Got some snacks from home, thought of sharing.
Y:   Wow.. thanks.. will drop by.