Thursday 7 December 2017

Hell! No Saints in Paradise - A book review


Author- A.K. Asif
Publishers- HarperCollins; 1 edition (11 August 2017)
Pages- 356 pages
Genre-Classic Fiction

Blurb- 2050, New York. In the aftermath of a grueling spiritual cleansing quest, Ismael, a Pakistani-American student, enters into an alliance with spiritual beings who send him on a perilous journey of self-discovery. A non-believer, Ismael must return to Pakistan, now in the grip of a brutal fundamentalist government, and gain the trust of his estranged father, a prominent extremist in the Caliphate. To accomplish this, he must pose as a true believer. Will he survive long enough to infiltrate his father's inner sanctum and complete his mission? Hell! No Saints in Paradise is both biting satire and allegory that takes urban fantasy to dizzying heights.

Book Review- “Hell! No Saints in Paradise”, is a unique name for a unique book. In fact, it was the title of this book that forced me to opt for reviewing it in spite of a hectic schedule.
The author A.K. Asif has come up with a gem of a book- a book which defies genres. If you look up on Amazon, it is categorized as Classic/contemporary fiction. But believe me, there is more to it than meets the eye. I have shared the blurb here and won’t post any spoiler, although I am tempted to do so. I will just stick to critically evaluating the quality of writing.
The story begins in a dingy café somewhere in Manhattan and the dialogue between the protagonist and “an olive-skinned bespectacled girl” sets the tone of things to follow. The writing is mature, intelligent, and laced with a self -deprecating humor which draws the reader in. The quality of English is at par with the best in business; something lacking in a majority of debutant writers these days.
The story moves at a pace which can be called neither languid nor fast though at times you feel the need to get on with the story. The author takes his own sweet time to delineate the characters and also to create the right scenic atmosphere; the hallmark of a good storyteller.
On the downside, the author could have handled the relationship between Ismael and his father more delicately; it appears linear. The climax left me craving for more-maybe because I expected just a little more of ‘action’.
Pick up this book and cuddle in a blanket on a cold December night-a cup of coffee is optional. You won’t be disappointed, I assure you.

Verdict- A book in a league of its own.

About the Author- Brought up in Lahore, Pakistan, A.K. Asif has been living in the United States since the age of twenty. He is currently working on his next novel.


Sunday 5 November 2017

मोबाइल


मोबाइल

कमसिन सुबह बहुत हसीन थी
सूरज की आँखों में हल्की सी नींद थी
वो जच रहा था नये पहनावे में
चंचल हवा भी आई इत्र के बहकावे में
बीवी और बच्चे का सिर सहलाते हुए
घर से निकला वो मुस्कुराते हुए
सड़कों पर गाड़ियों का हुजूम था
हर शॅक्स के सिर अजीब सा जुनून था
पहिए घूमते रहे, रास्ता कटता गया
मंज़िल करीब आई, फासला घटता गया
मगर वो पहुँचा नहीं, कभी अपने दफ़्तर
बस इक ढेर मलबे का, टीन और कनस्तर
वक़्त थम गया, पल दो पल के लिए
                                                         जो मुरझा गया, उस कंवल के लिए
क्या हुआ? किसीने पूछा चिल्लाते हुए
जवाब में इक बुज़ुर्ग बोला, झल्लाते हुए
ज़िंदगी की सवेर को रात कर रहा था
गाड़ी चलाते वक़्त
इक बेवकूफ…
मोबाइल पे बात कर रहा था…

                             (अनुराग शौरी)

Tuesday 26 September 2017

A Window to Her Dreams (A book review)



Author- Harshali Singh
Publishers- Readomania; First edition (1 November 2016)
Language: English
Pages- 320 pages 

Blurb- Are two good people with good intentions enough to make a good marriage? 
Aruna, a young divorcee, marries Bhuvan, an averagely successful young man. Both make promises of ever after with preconceived expectations—hers, freedom from a judgmental society and validation of herself and his, unconditional love and partnership.
Despite their best intentions, life plays rogue.
On the one hand, Aruna’s learned conditioning, developed as a result of her past, keeps coming in the way of their married normalcy and on the other, Bhuvan cannot fathom the signs of her distress. Their good intentions are tried at every step until the day when Aruna’s past revisits her. Bhuvan’s silences, Aruna’s distrust and the resurrection of her troublesome past lead to a downward spiral in their life that shakes Aruna to the core. As she stands on the precipice of a second failed marriage, Aruna tries one last time to take control of her life, something she had willingly surrendered last time. Does she succeed in saving her marriage? Or is she held back by her own apprehensions, choosing to stay victim?

Book Review- “A Window to Her Dreams” is a simple story told in a refreshing manner by the author. As is evident from the blurb, it is a story of Aruna and Bhuvan and their tempestuous relationship. The protagonists are simple souls, striving for love but bogged down by their respective ‘extra baggage’
The flow of the story, though languid at times, is lucid. The characters are etched with great precision. The grammatical errors are few and far between, not hampering the narrative at any point.
The author provides an insight into the mind of Aruna- a woman on the verge of a second failed marriage with not much to hang on to. Your heart goes out to her as she goes about trying to keep her world from disintegrating. Bhuvan is another character that one can easily relate with.
One of my favourite quotes from this book is-“However close and joyous the families might be, where there is a shift in relationships, anxiousness can creep in silently, making even the strongest feel vulnerable”.
On the downside, the story could have been edited into a crisp avatar. The drama is missing in many pages and the wait for the reader seems endless at times. Another jarring factor is the ambiguous beginning of many chapters. It takes a while for the reader to realize as to which character is being referred to.
Overall, this is a fine attempt by the author who seems to have an intricate knowledge of complex human relationships and the thin threads binding or in some cases, strangulating them.
Kudos to the author for delving in a genre which has been done to death since times immemorial and yet managing to infuse in the tale a freshness which forces the reader to turn over the pages till one reaches the end of the plot. The climax may polarise the readers but it worked for me; well almost.

Verdict- Not your average ‘Love story’.

About the Author- Harshali Singh is a New Delhi based Judge at the Consumer Forum, an avid reader and a passionate Painter. An academician with a decade of experience of working with preprimary age group in different capacities ranging from Operations Head to the Curriculum and academic head. She, as a teacher trainer conducts workshops to enhance proficiency in advanced teaching methodologies.
She is a trained Occupational Therapist from the Institute of The Physically Handicapped and also holds a Bachelor’s degree in Education while currently pursuing her L.L.B degree. While handling these demanding jobs she managed to take out time for her passion- oil painting and has also held an exhibition of her exclusive, vibrant paintings at the India Habitat Centre in 2014. When not busy with the various roles she portrays she is usually found with her books and her family, which include two teenage children and a very patient Other Half, relaxing.


Thursday 14 September 2017

“उम्मीद”

“उम्मीद”

जब इंसानों की धरती पर
मानवता का ध्वज लहराएगा
जब खुशियों के अंबर पर
उल्लास का बादल छायेगा
जब हर कोई अपना मक़सद
अपनी मंज़िल पाएगा
हर आँख का सपना पूरा होगा
और हर दिल जब गाएगा
जब क्षितिज को छूने, बावला हो मन
पन्छी बन उड़ जाएगा
वो समय कभी तो आएगा
वो समय कभी तो आएगा...

                                                                                           (अनुराग शौरी)

Friday 8 September 2017

"सहर"



सहर…

जो मुकम्मल हुई इक आरज़ू
कोई और चाहत रूबरू
किसी ख्वाब की तामील पर
इक नये मुकाम की जुस्त्जु

कहीं तो रुक, कभी तो ठहर
किसी भी दिन, किसी पहर
ऐ बद-हवास सी ज़िंदगी
कभी तो, सुकून की हो सहर…

                                                                              (अनुराग शौरी)

Tuesday 22 August 2017

पेड़ों को दर्द नहीं होता...



पेड़ों को दर्द नहीं होता
रोज़ ही कटते रहते हैं
दरखतों से लहू नहीं रिसता
लकड़ी बन सजते रहते हैं


सड़कों के किनारे, जंगल में
पहाड़ों में, कभी आँगन में
खामोश, हर चोट को सहते हैं
पतझड़ में, कभी फागुन में

कभी सुना नहीं इन पेड़ों को
रोते, चिल्लाते, बिलखते हुए
टहनियों को नाचते  झूमते देखा
देखा फूलों को खिलते हुए

अक्सर वो मुझसे कहती है
तू भी इक बरगद सा बन जा
ठंडी छाया, घना साया
इस बीहड़ में तू भी तन जा

शायद, इस बात से वाकिफ़ है…
पेड़ों को दर्द नहीं होता
रोज़ ही कटते रहते हैं…

                     (अनुराग)


Monday 21 August 2017

“A Bride, A Murder & A Trail of Blood” (A book review)



Author- Laxmi Natraj
Publishers- StoryMirror Infotech Pvt Ltd (2017)
Pages- 249 pages
Genre-Crime, Thriller & Mystery

Blurb- The book launched by the Honourable Education Minister Shri Vinod Tawde opens as a crime thriller but finally, focus on the corruption and plagiarism involved in the higher education field.
A newly married bride starting her life in a modern neighborhood is witnessed with bruises and bleeding wounds by almost everyone, leading to a conclusion that the bride is a victim of domestic violence. One fine day the blood spills and visible sign of violence in the house, indicates towards the possibility of a brutal attack or even a murder of the bride, as both the bride and husband Professor are missing.
As the police investigate further and evidence piles up against the professor, the accused is found finally, But he shocks the police by saying that he was never ever married to any girl.
The story twists and turns with heated arguments of court scenes where the defense and the prosecution collide head on to prove their point. As the reader almost decides that the story has concluded, a blast from the past of the Professor unfolds, revealing the darkest side of the Professor and as the decaying skeletons tumble down from the closet. The reader enjoys a roller-coaster ride of a series of facts too shocking, and spine-chilling, till the last page of the novel. Read on!

Book Review- “A Bride, A Murder & A Trail of Blood” is a commendable effort on part of the author. The book moves at a fast pace and keeps the reader intrigued. It is a quintessential suspense thriller with twists lurking around every corner. The climax leaves the reader gasping for more. The language is simple and the narrative lucid. The characters have been etched with great skill. But at times, the author tends to go over the top while describing the background of a scene.
The book could also have benefitted from smart editing and diligent proof reading. There are grammatical errors in a few places which sway the reader away from the events unfolding in the story and dilute the impact.
The blurb of the book is not the smartest that I have come across. It spills many beans and acts as a spoiler.

Verdict- A page-turner.

About the Author-Laxmi Natraj is an educator with 35 years of teaching experience. She has authored a series of Children's science fiction and adventure books. She has also written two thriller adult fiction books and is working on her third. She also writes short stories in Women's Era and Champak and Gokulam. Recently, she has also taken up blogging and is active on social media.


Tuesday 27 June 2017

सुकून...



क्यों मुझे सुकून नहीं है?

दोज़ख़् में ना जन्नत में
 किसी मुरीद की मन्नत में

हमसफर की बाहों में
पेड़ों से लबालब राहों में

क्यों मुझे सुकून नहीं है?

सुर से सजे तरानों में
परियों के अफ़सानों में

अपने माज़ी के मलालों में
अंजाने कल के सवालों में

क्यों मुझे सुकून नहीं है?

आँखों से बहते आब में
चार बोतल शराब में

मेरी कलम से निकले शेरों में
ज़ेह्नीयत के फेरों में

क्यों मुझे सुकून नहीं है?

                             (अनुराग)





Sunday 25 June 2017

पागल...




वो खुदा से बातें करता है
लोगों पे फ़िकरे कसता है
कभी चीखता, दिन भर रोता,
कभी बेवजह ही हंसता है

घर नहीं है शायद कहीं उसका,
आवारा, गलियों में वो बस्ता है
पागल की तोहमत माथे पे,
उसका साथी, तपता रास्ता है

इक शिकन नहीं चेहरे पे उसके
वो तो बेफिक्री का फरिश्ता है
प्यार, मुहब्बत, नफ़रत, लालच
किसी शह से ना वाबस्ता है

ख़ौफ़ है मुझे साए से उसके
मानों उससे क़हर बरसता है
नज़रें झुका, होंठों को सिल
ये काफ़िर, किनारे से गुज़रता है

मन ही मन जलता हूँ लेकिन
दिल का लहू भी रिस्ता है
इक दीवाने की हस्ती पाने को
मेरा ये वजूद तरसता है
                       (अनुराग)



Wednesday 14 June 2017

The Tree with a Thousand Apples - A book review



Author- Sanchit Gupta

Publishers- Niyogi Books; First edition (15 November 2016)

Pages- 284 pages

Genre- Literature and Fiction (Crime, Thriller & Mystery)

Blurb- Inspired by true events, this riveting narrative traces the lives of Safeena Malik, Deewan Bhat and Bilal Ahanagar, three childhood friends who grow up in an atmosphere of peace and amity in Srinagar, Kashmir, until the night of 20 January 1990 changes it all.

While Deewan is forced to flee from his home, Safeena’s mother becomes ‘collateral damage’ and Bilal has to embrace a wretched life of poverty and fear. The place they called paradise becomes a battleground and their friendship struggles when fate forces them to choose sides against their will.

Twenty years later destiny brings them to a crossroads again, when they no longer know what is right and what is wrong. While both compassion and injustice have the power to transform lives, will the three friends now choose to become sinful criminals or pacifist saints? The Tree with a Thousand Apples is a universal story of cultures, belongingness, revenge and atonement. The stylized layered format, fast-paced narration and suspenseful storytelling make for a powerful, gripping read.

Book Review- In the words of cricketer turned politician Imran Khan-“India is using troops in Kashmir. They are losing the battle of heart and minds. It's like treating cancer with dispirin.” The author has the same ‘take’ on the issue of Kashmir in his book- ‘The Tree with a Thousand Apples.’

According to one of the reviews that I read about this book, ‘the story has its heart in the right place.’ This sums up just about everything about the book.

The writer has tried to inscribe in the genre immortalised by Khaled Hosseini. It is a noble endeavour and the author needs to be lauded for it. There is even a mention of the ‘Kite Runner’ during the course of this meandering tale, pointing towards the influence of the great Afghan-born American novelist. But, the similarities end here. Hosseini uses the turbulent times of Afghanistan as a back-drop against which he weaves his stories, while Sanchit has gone overboard. The Kashmir insurgency plays out almost like the lead actor, visible in every frame. It leaves very little space for the three main protagonists and as a result, their characters are not carved properly. The reader fails to invest in the characters of Deewan, Bilal and Safeena emotionally. There is no lump in the throat when Bilal takes up arms, when Safeena is violated or when Deewan is mutilated.

The writer also commits the cardinal mistake of exposing his lack of knowledge regarding the culture/religion that his characters belong to- A Sikh army officer is shown smoking ‘beedis’ a couple of times in a casual manner.

On the brighter side, the narrative is lucid and typo/grammatical errors almost non-existent. The climax is successful in tying up many loose ends. While reading ‘The Tree with a Thousand Apples’, one develops the sensation of watching a Bollywood movie, albeit, with all the cliches intact.

Verdict- Old wine in an old bottle.


Wednesday 7 June 2017

‘Iridescence’ - A book review


Author- Abhishek Gupta

Publisher- HALF BAKED BEANS

Pages- 80

Genre- Poetry

Blurb- As we experience different places in the external world, we often find ourselves at different junctures in the journey to finding ourselves. This book, through the combination of words and pictures, will take you places, literally and metaphorically. It is a book for everyone and no one. You will find a lot of yourself in this book and this book will help you find yourself. It will make you reflect, introspect, awaken, love, invigorate and hope. This is a book to tuck under your pillow on cold lonely nights and it is also a book to flip through first thing on refreshing spring mornings. This is poetry for all seasons and the constant iridescence of all souls.

Book Review- When I picked up ‘Iridescence’ for a review, I had high hopes from the author- the poet in this case. The cover page looked inviting and as I browsed through the pages, the photographs were beautiful. But alas, the good things ended here. ‘Iridescence’ flatters to deceive.

Charlie Chaplin once said- “Why should poetry have to make sense?” As I read the poems in this book, I questioned myself if poetry indeed needed to make sense- to the reader. A poet may choose to pour out his emotions on a piece of paper in his own signature style. To decipher what a poet has to convey becomes the job of the reader. But for a reader to be interested in the verses there has to be a set pattern to the words printed on the blank pages.

What one encounters in this book is a mishmash of the varied style of poetry- Sonnets, narratives, free verses. While there is nothing wrong in experimenting with the different genres of poetry, finding more than one form in a single poem is jarring.

The poet tries to rhyme words at places but in the attempt, ends up diluting the essence of the poem. I would advise the author to read English poetry seriously before he ventures on a new lyrical project. That he is a lover of poetry is evident in the efforts that he must have put in to pen this book. A lot of hard work goes into the creation of any piece of art- its worth, relative in the eyes of the connoisseurs.

Verdict- Flatters to deceive.


Tuesday 30 May 2017

ख़ौफ़...



हर किसी को ख़ौफ़ है
आने वाले कल का
उस अंजाने पल का
जो शायद कभी भी ना आए
शायद ये पल ही, वो पल हो
जब साँसों की लड़ी टूट जाए
फिर भी लोग जीते हैं
उस अंजाने पल में
आने वाले कल में
आज को भुला कर
वर्तमान को रुला कर
एक ऐसी दुनिया चाहते हैं
नींव जिसकी रखी हो
आज की कब्र पर...
                        (अनुराग)



Wednesday 26 April 2017

A Room with a View





All that I need
Is a room with a view.

Snow-capped mountains
The sky- limpid and blue.

A soaring lone eagle
A serenading cuckoo.

The breeze- gravid with attar
Blossoms- painted in every hue

The germ of an untold story
Blank sheets, a quill or two. 

All that I need
Is a room with a view...

                                                               (Anurag)
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Tuesday 11 April 2017

जन्नत...



जन्नत का तलबगार नहीं मैं
इक अदद ज़िंदगी, बस नसीब हो
थोड़ी सी मुहब्बत, कुछ सुकून
इक हमदर्द, जो दिल के करीब हो...

बारिश में भीगते बूढ़े सनोबर
बादलों से ढके ऊँचे पहाड़
वादियों की पेचीदा सड़कें
हर रास्ता जहाँ बे-.तरतीब हो...

छोटा ही सही, महफूज़ घरोंदा
आँगन में गुलशन--बहार हो
परिंदों की महफ़िल सजे जब-जब
कोयल का रुतबा हसीब हो...

पास ही इक घना सा जंगल
हुकूमत हिरण की चलती हो
शेर और चीते अमन पसंद
बाज़ फ़ितरत से अदीब हो...

जन्नत का तलबगार नहीं मैं
इक अदद ज़िंदगी, बस नसीब हो
थोड़ी सी मुहब्बत, कुछ सुकून
इक हमदर्द, जो दिल के करीब हो...


                                                          (अनुराग)