Flowers, Dear!

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One Saturday afternoon, I was rudely woken up by my mother. To my surprise, there was no emergency to report. Instead, she was smiling the all-knowing smile. She was also carrying a bouquet of flowers. Intrigued by the mystery, I decided to wake up after all.

She didn’t know who the flowers were from and there was no card. There was something that resembled a card, but upon inspection turned out only to be food for the flowers. Fair enough.

I mentally went through the list of people who would send me flowers, only one name came to mind. I was very excited and fairly happy. I decided I would arrange the flowers, send them a photo and say thanks.

This bubble of excitement and happiness lasted only till I remembered signing up for a weekly flowers delivery service a couple of weeks ago. Mystery solved. The flowers were from me. To me.

This, reasonably, made me quite sad, until I realised that I could now spend my entire week looking forward to flowers next Saturday.

Saturday is now my favourite day of the week.

Also, I now wake up early on Saturdays.

Book review: Pyjamas are forgiving by Twinkle Khanna

Pyjamas may be forgiving, but poor plot, truly is not. This was not Twinkle Khanna’s best work. Please do not make this the first book of hers you read. You would walk away with the feeling that she is an average writer, but she is not. She is a good one, just not with this book. I suppose, we should allow for some variance in the quality of writing for all authors.

Overall, the book started somewhat promising, then went the way of Chetan Bhagat (read terribly unoriginal) and then at the end managed to redeem itself – but only just so. The only good thing about this book is the protagonist. I, as a woman, could not fully relate to her, but I was very much aware this was a real woman. She is insecure, full of mistakes and unable to let go of her naivette, irrespective of how many chances fate provides her with (plenty). She is real because I know women like her exist. Also, I have been her at one point in my life (and may still be in the future).

*Spoiler alert*

Except for the brilliant portrayal of the protagonist, there is not much else that is going on for this book. The most annoying thing about the book is the ending, where the protagonist blindly and naively (surprise!) trusts a ‘male’ doctor to be the hero and tell her truth instead of becoming a heroine herself. This is especially disappointing because the whole book has been about her journey towards the realisation that she has been blindly trusting (wrong) men her whole life.

However, I suppose this ending is also inherently true to her character. Perhaps, people can never change, no matter the circumstances or the efforts.

Overall, not a bad book. There are better books from Twinkle Khanna that I would recommend instead of this one. Mrs. Funnybone and Legend of Laxmi Prasad were both much better and should be read if you want to know the author’s true potential as a writer.

Am I secretly happy?

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What does love feel like? I mean outside of poetry, prose, songs and movies? What does an ‘everyday love’ feel like?

How does it feel, really? When you have got everything you ever wished for? When you are no longer heartbroken? When you are not pining after anyone or anything?

How do you get to feel all the feelings when you can no longer relate to sad songs? When you still appreciate a ‘broken hearted’ song but can no longer picture yourself in it?

Is the absence of sadness – happiness? Am I secretly happy? Do you really have to feel all the feelings? Is it possible to have lived a full and happy life when you never (not even once) felt the need to go on your rooftop and shout to the world – “I am happy”?

How can anyone be sure that a happy person who is constantly talking about being happy, is actually happy? Could they be trying to convince others and more importantly, themselves, that they are happy? Are they still happy if they need to be convinced that they are happy?

Is being content same as being happy? Can being content be also a way of not living your life to its full potential? Could it be settling for less? And just how do you know that you have reached your potential and can now simply enjoy its benefits?

Is there ever anything like a peak potential for a person? Can it change from time to time? Could you reach your peak and then stumble on to another peak? Can there be people who overshoot their potential? Are those people happy? Could people overshoot their potential and still be unhappy? Are there people whose potential is not a peak but a decline? Can potential be a valley?

Is there a handbook to life?

Book Review: A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth

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Every once in a while you come across a book that you never imagined you would be sad to see end – especially when it is fifteen hundred pages long. For perspective, none of the Harry Potters were that long!

Some books are liked because they are situational based, some because the author is the flavour of the season. Then there are books which are simply timeless. This is one such book – fifteen hundred pages of pure joy and discovery!

This was my second time reading it. I last read it nearly five years ago. I wanted to read it again to see if my opinions about which boy was actually ‘suitable’ had changed (spoiler: it had not). However, this reading did make me realise ways in which I have changed – which was surprising and great to know just the same.

The first time I loved it for its characters and the plot. The book slowly walks you into the lives of its characters until they feel like family. The opening scene which is a wedding will now always remind me of my sister’s. There are so many lovable and not so lovable characters, if you wanted a fun game you could try to map them to yourself and the people you know in your lives! 

This time, I love it because it inspired in me an irresistible urge to know more about the history of my country. It spurned me to know more about politics. I can honestly say I am quite out of my depth in these two subjects. It also made me realise that, I now firmly believe, there can be two sides to a story and both can be equally true – though (of course) not always.

I am now beginning to wonder – can I really be the great lover of books that I claim to be when I don’t even know anything about these two topics? Can I truly criticise literature without any understanding of the context (history) and potential defiances/allegiance (politics) that could, in a lot of cases, change the narrative of the story? 

Well, I am just going to have to improve my history and politics knowledge and give this book another go in the next five years.

Also, if this book were to be made into a movie, Varun Dhawan would be such an excellent character to play Maan. I just really had to get that out there on the internet.

I would definitely recommend reading this book if you are in the mood to question your knowledge and competence. I would also recommend it if you are in the mood to experience a slow romance and heartbreak unfold. If you are a history and politics enthusiast – you would love this book despite all the romantic nonsense. If you are up for a challenge, if you want to improve your patience, if you want to brag about a big book you read, if you believe there is no good Indian author in this world (why would anyone think that) – by all means, this is the book for you!

If you read it or have read it, let me know what this book meant to you in the comments below!

8 Fun things about me!

My best photo till date. Taken by a friend.

Hello World,

Before you start wondering about the purpose of existence, here are some fun things about me. I am, on good days, some of the following and on bad days, all of the following:

  • Electrical Engineer who cannot fix your electrical problems, cannnot even fix my own problems!
  • Obnoxiously overwhelmed with prolonged exposure to people. Wait, not obnoxious, just overwhelmed.
  • Do not like being in the kitchen, especially when there are people bossing me about how what I am doing is obviously wrong. Folks, please be telling me something I don’t know!
  • Great starter of things. The only things I ever ended was my career as an electric engineer and others’ appetite by cooking.
  • Jack of many trades, master of none, is better than being master of just one – true story.
  • Not a multitasker, can NOT do two things at once. Eternally jealous of people who can read a book while sipping tea. Also of people who can read in moving vehicles. Teach me your ways!
  • Forever creating and forever deprieved of sleep as my bed is overflowing with art stuff and mind with ideas that can not go anywhere else.
  • Would dearly love to have a friend who can take as good photos of me as I take of my friends – if not better.