Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Literary chords



Last night I finished reading "Silverfish" by Saikat Majumdar.

I was mesmerised by the way the book brings alive the Calcutta of 90s...the spirit of the city..its everyday tragedies...its everyday people...caught in the tragic political under currents run by its dadas, asphyxiated between red tape and despair...yet nursing its river bank evenings with tea and nostalgia...come alive through the author's words...a beautiful and tragic story...

It made me feel the pathos of the characters, it drew me from being a reader to being a participant in the lives of the characters.

The whole experience was quite cathartic.

Those who have lived in a Calcutta of the 90s, will immediately identify with the trials and tribulations of the characters. Those who did not, will get a sneak peek into the grittier realities of life in the City of Joy in that era. But do not expect to be a passive observer, the writing will draw you in, and before you know, you will be a part of the story, riding its various tides. You may chose to dance on hot roofs stealing pickles or to drag your feet up ancient colonial stairs of red brick government houses; but you will not be able to stand and stare.


A tragedy, then, is the imitation of an action that is serious... with incidents arousing pity and fear, with which to accomplish its catharsis of such emotions...

Aristotle, Poetics VI.2

For more information on the book, please visit
http://www.saikatmajumdar.com/silverfish/index.html

Blog version 2.0

My attempts at jazzing up my blog continue..

After trying with numerous templates, none of which quite fit my needs, I decided to try again by changing the header image. Also, now the blog is wider by 270 pixels
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Last time, I had this image



After sifting through my stock photos and som
e photo editing, made this new header


Comments invited..

Sunday, 19 October 2008

Post paid woes

7 days. 2 SIMs. Countless phone calls and visits.

I am still not contactable.

All those who advised me to shift to post paid. I am reeeeally homicidally disposed to you now.

Breathe. breathe.

Thursday, 16 October 2008

of sighs and smiles

for days now
pensive i've been.

how do you respond to a sigh?
do you sigh in return
or do you smile
sunshine bright
knowing
the sigh will
dis
appear.

does a smile
travel
( i know, laughter does)
through cellular towers
dancing on cables
soaking
the morning sun?

can a morningfreshsunbright
mobile smile
fill up a moment
of solitude
nurtured
in cigarette smoke?

can it tear apart
the blanket
of silence
with the
vivacity of laughter?

we shall meet
again
dear friend
and fill our cups
with
laughter.

deep inside me
forgotten roots
stir.
in our tongue
we never
say
going.
we
say
coming.