<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598</id><updated>2026-09-29T14:23:54.263+05:00</updated><category term="Books"/><category term="Book Review"/><category term="Movie"/><category term="Aai"/><category term="Arefa Tehsin"/><category term="Author Interview"/><category term="Children&#39;s Book"/><category term="HarperCollins"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Pandemic"/><category term="Penguin"/><category term="Shahjahanabad"/><category term="Short Stories"/><category term="1857"/><category term="A Man From Motihari"/><category term="Abdullah Khan"/><category term="Afghanistan"/><category term="Aleph Book Company"/><category term="Amma"/><category term="Andaleeb Wajid"/><category term="Animals"/><category term="Aruni Kashyap How to Date a Fanatic HarperCollins Queer BookReview"/><category term="Ashiish V Patil Book Review HarperCollinsChildren&#39;s Book"/><category term="Author"/><category term="Bans &amp; 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And, as a adult too I have retained the ability to leap from one situation to another. &#xa;In this blog, you will read primarily about books, stories and their creators</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-8942198878767785665</id><published>2026-09-29T13:37:53.325+05:00</published><updated>2026-09-29T14:23:54.263+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aruni Kashyap How to Date a Fanatic HarperCollins Queer BookReview"/><title type='text'>Book Review: How to Date a Fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are. Nine months of 2026 already gone by, amid politically-charged atmosphere. Along come a book, which opens in Spring 2016, but covers a canvas from Winter 2014 and then subsequent seasons in 2015, 2016 to conclude in 2017.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How to Date a Fanatic &lt;/i&gt;by Aruni Kashyap perfects the outsider -looking-inwards gaze.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Published almost a decade later (chronologically), when most of the events mentioned in the book actually took place, it gives the readers a chance to assess, ascertain if something has changed at all.&amp;nbsp;Or more appropriately it intends to bring us face to face with a period, where it all began. The uncertainty, the fear, of belonging, being named and identified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6D9aEe10ArZLK4z9gVEE6K7Q7Tgo2UrV2OJKcYgmgFQ1FnHKfXkzt53RHQLN2TpPf0yR6RRhxkdYr1SfzFvgAyfRrASPvcWMmEMqU9qMdUEnzH1lSEMRxae_z3ot1JSlin5BrJaK2uZMABP8TSd8dQ44Yt0yyO8iI12fH9X6DWl52fnoMT3xs_5f-v4c/s1024/How%20to%20date%20a%20fanatic.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;681&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6D9aEe10ArZLK4z9gVEE6K7Q7Tgo2UrV2OJKcYgmgFQ1FnHKfXkzt53RHQLN2TpPf0yR6RRhxkdYr1SfzFvgAyfRrASPvcWMmEMqU9qMdUEnzH1lSEMRxae_z3ot1JSlin5BrJaK2uZMABP8TSd8dQ44Yt0yyO8iI12fH9X6DWl52fnoMT3xs_5f-v4c/s320/How%20to%20date%20a%20fanatic.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kashyap, an academician, has chosen to set &lt;i&gt;How to Date a Fanatic, &lt;/i&gt;amongst the university campuses in Delhi. Not just because they were actual sites of the political developments, but they are the spaces which discuss, debate on affirmative action, development, economic benefits, marginalisation, activism and finding one&#39;s community. The novel has queer characters taking centrestage, with some of them having experienced violence in the past, which raises up the anxiety and suspense elements a few notches higher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rohit, Minti and Dhruv are academicians who navigate their lives as queer people living in Delhi. Then, there&#39;s Rohit&#39;s friend, Sarfaraz who returns to his studies after a stint in modelling and films. The four fall in love, experience heartbreak, find love again and ultimately their cause. The many equations amongst them and their set of friends might feel overwhelming at times, but Kashyap has a point to make. Amidst exploring their bodies and mind, Rohit, Minti, Dhruv and Sarfaraz find their purpose and strength. With Rohit as the principal narrator,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How to Date a Fanatic &lt;/i&gt;succeeds in&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;amplifying the outsider gaze three times or more. As a queer academician with tribal roots, who hails from Assam, Rohit rises from inequality to some sort of successful, privileged life. It is through Rohit&#39;s gaze that we learn to empathise with the choices that his friends make and the incompleteness of their lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Divided into four sections - pakad, sthayi, antara and tihai (four stages that build a Hindustani classical raga&#39;s identity) - &lt;i&gt;How to Date a Fanatic, &lt;/i&gt;tries to search for hope in a dirge composition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: How to Date a Fanatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: Aruni Kashyap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages: 350&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher: HarperCollins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price: Rs 599&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/8942198878767785665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2026/09/book-review-how-to-date-fanatic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/8942198878767785665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/8942198878767785665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2026/09/book-review-how-to-date-fanatic.html' title='Book Review: How to Date a Fanatic'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6D9aEe10ArZLK4z9gVEE6K7Q7Tgo2UrV2OJKcYgmgFQ1FnHKfXkzt53RHQLN2TpPf0yR6RRhxkdYr1SfzFvgAyfRrASPvcWMmEMqU9qMdUEnzH1lSEMRxae_z3ot1JSlin5BrJaK2uZMABP8TSd8dQ44Yt0yyO8iI12fH9X6DWl52fnoMT3xs_5f-v4c/s72-c/How%20to%20date%20a%20fanatic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-4047337027888423489</id><published>2026-09-29T11:49:42.771+05:00</published><updated>2026-09-29T11:49:42.772+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Do So I Do Stories Book Review Children&#39;s Book Padmini Mongia Red River"/><title type='text'>Book Review: I Do So I Do: Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where Every Creature Has a Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;What do you
think the world of animals looks like? Not merely the one we glimpse through
binoculars in forests, but the one they inhabit with their families and
friends. In Padmini Mongia&#39;s imagination, young dolphins may squirm when their
mothers fuss over them, while mice guard their homes as fiercely as children
treasure their own rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;In I Do So I
Do: Stories&lt;/i&gt;, she creates a world where the lives of animals, birds, insects and
even pests intersect with human lives - a world where Fluffy the cat is a diva
and Gugu the giraffe is looked out for by four ‘ias - Kia, Mia, Sia and Tia.
Full of wonder and whimsy, I Do So I Do: Stories, is a collection of seven
tales, some of which are narrated as bedtime stories to the author&#39;s niece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVSEcclsAwwPcurSraofFYe2DGuxPVCgWzBARJxu4EXTjOJGLtjmHUMfLdPkGX_3yZj_R9FVy9YjZwdUtZXQGiLTcTnVLcBRsxv-_VHkPr8NPKzBUb4owG6we6kVKLeOsRfIy2yD8mJARhZWDMIiBO2k4voHKvka7gdhdhxRfBx4hyphenhyphenG5ycsIJNeL0tgc/s1200/I%20Do%20So%20I%20Do%20-%20book%20review.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1200&quot; data-original-width=&quot;868&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVSEcclsAwwPcurSraofFYe2DGuxPVCgWzBARJxu4EXTjOJGLtjmHUMfLdPkGX_3yZj_R9FVy9YjZwdUtZXQGiLTcTnVLcBRsxv-_VHkPr8NPKzBUb4owG6we6kVKLeOsRfIy2yD8mJARhZWDMIiBO2k4voHKvka7gdhdhxRfBx4hyphenhyphenG5ycsIJNeL0tgc/s320/I%20Do%20So%20I%20Do%20-%20book%20review.jpg&quot; width=&quot;231&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The
tales, which often read like modern fables, take readers from coral reefs in
Capri and Cambodia to a desert town in India and a garden where two teeny-weeny
cacti are jealous of each other. Not every story centres on animals. One story
features an eight-year-old girl who is sure that she does not want to wear a
delicate gold chain for her elder sister&#39;s wedding. She is not sure what she
does want until she makes up her mind with the help of a wishing stone—a
necklace made of motiya (jasmine) flowers. Mongia delves into relationships and
the bonds that are created not just because people are family, but also because
of those they choose to share their lives with. From a homeowner who politely
knocks before entering so as not to startle a mouse, to serpents befriending
children, Mongia imagines a world where humans and animals live not in fear of
one another, but with kindness, curiosity and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; I Do
So I Do: Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:
&lt;/b&gt;Padmini Mongia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 126&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt;
Red River&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs
349&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;(The book review has been written for Amritabharati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/4047337027888423489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2026/09/book-review-i-do-so-i-do-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4047337027888423489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4047337027888423489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2026/09/book-review-i-do-so-i-do-stories.html' title='Book Review: I Do So I Do: Stories'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVSEcclsAwwPcurSraofFYe2DGuxPVCgWzBARJxu4EXTjOJGLtjmHUMfLdPkGX_3yZj_R9FVy9YjZwdUtZXQGiLTcTnVLcBRsxv-_VHkPr8NPKzBUb4owG6we6kVKLeOsRfIy2yD8mJARhZWDMIiBO2k4voHKvka7gdhdhxRfBx4hyphenhyphenG5ycsIJNeL0tgc/s72-c/I%20Do%20So%20I%20Do%20-%20book%20review.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-3952180815943454733</id><published>2026-05-27T18:25:26.598+05:00</published><updated>2026-05-27T18:25:26.599+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bus hijack"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kalpish Ratna"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai city"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Red River Press"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twice in Nalanda"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Twice in Nalanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A second chance…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySGOlLAZEdDS-MlcCmR6SjKnQoiApKDDIRuURMPgzuN0Lma-GRB8oQQjdBWVUdVOvU7Fb-ip9M-S01QGmt25GCzTimUTlvcrJt3Hy9Iy04VBRdFobf84_GZsoxAQ5s8p43G8ImM6Yu4wWfspChi1Z3mZX3EbCrT0d8zpkhBg49vTw3OvA2LZqqB2Aa1w/s1200/Twice%20in%20Nalanda.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1200&quot; data-original-width=&quot;865&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySGOlLAZEdDS-MlcCmR6SjKnQoiApKDDIRuURMPgzuN0Lma-GRB8oQQjdBWVUdVOvU7Fb-ip9M-S01QGmt25GCzTimUTlvcrJt3Hy9Iy04VBRdFobf84_GZsoxAQ5s8p43G8ImM6Yu4wWfspChi1Z3mZX3EbCrT0d8zpkhBg49vTw3OvA2LZqqB2Aa1w/s320/Twice%20in%20Nalanda.jpg&quot; width=&quot;231&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bus hijacks with more or less the same bunch of passengers involved. How will they
react? Have the passengers, who are also neighbours, learnt anything from the
burden on their conscience from the first episode? Or they care more about their person, to hell with
the consequences? &lt;i&gt;Twice in Nalanda&lt;/i&gt; may sound like a classic thriller. But it
digs deeper, to find out about people’s equation with death. The choices they
make when a pistol is pointed at their temple by the hijacker or the thoughts
they harbour about bumping off their neighbour. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twice in
Nalanda&lt;/i&gt; talks about the journey that residents of Nalanda housing society
undertake every day, in a cream and red minibus, to their workplace in Nariman
Point, Mumbai. The journey is omniscient narrator here. It not only details the
daily drudge of the commute, but about the transformative passage that the residents
of Nalanda undergo within the timespan of the two incidents - November 1998 and
November 2024. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Written by
two surgeons – Ishrat Syed and Kalpana Swaminathan – as Kalpish Ratna, &lt;i&gt;Twice in
Nalanda&lt;/i&gt; is brimming with characters of all shades, political hues and views. Their
journey may get overwhelming at time, someone may flounder, some may get lost,
while for some it may come as a new lease of life. At its heart, &lt;i&gt;Twice in Nalanda&lt;/i&gt;, with
its unwieldy plot and several subplots, is an ode to the city of
Mumbai. Perhaps more surgical precision was required on part of authors to cut
out the flab. However, the novel doesn’t fall short of surprises, when it comes
to delving into human psyche and what makes us choose one thing over other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Twice
in Nalanda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;
Kalpish Ratna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt;
Red River &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 218&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs
399&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/3952180815943454733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2026/05/book-review-twice-in-nalanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/3952180815943454733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/3952180815943454733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2026/05/book-review-twice-in-nalanda.html' title='Book Review: Twice in Nalanda'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjySGOlLAZEdDS-MlcCmR6SjKnQoiApKDDIRuURMPgzuN0Lma-GRB8oQQjdBWVUdVOvU7Fb-ip9M-S01QGmt25GCzTimUTlvcrJt3Hy9Iy04VBRdFobf84_GZsoxAQ5s8p43G8ImM6Yu4wWfspChi1Z3mZX3EbCrT0d8zpkhBg49vTw3OvA2LZqqB2Aa1w/s72-c/Twice%20in%20Nalanda.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-5023102630686800030</id><published>2025-10-29T17:50:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2025-10-29T17:52:28.184+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arefa Tehsin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guide"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Puffin Books"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Safari"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Great Indian Safari"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tourists"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wildlife"/><title type='text'>Book Review: The Great Indian Safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caw...caw! All set for your holiday in forests?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AR_3r0I_sNezH_zXzIdUD4fhfoWzaOUi65FZf2KASG8TGbZ1Mw8nubKxaP13_Rn4a397JvHuYI3-1MmDwgOz88tAqenkA828FZe0vlmBKl9mrgJ5aCMWlBy4MFIA2n1uBWBoBjs-Df2VVP_QjSnN8U5vde-C2GtQcBWRqYcvcub0bHfKqmfy7TJChak/s850/Great%20Indian%20Safari_Cover-13%20June.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;850&quot; data-original-width=&quot;558&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AR_3r0I_sNezH_zXzIdUD4fhfoWzaOUi65FZf2KASG8TGbZ1Mw8nubKxaP13_Rn4a397JvHuYI3-1MmDwgOz88tAqenkA828FZe0vlmBKl9mrgJ5aCMWlBy4MFIA2n1uBWBoBjs-Df2VVP_QjSnN8U5vde-C2GtQcBWRqYcvcub0bHfKqmfy7TJChak/s320/Great%20Indian%20Safari_Cover-13%20June.jpg&quot; width=&quot;210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In her books on the wildlife that have their home in the jungles and to those who live in our backyard, Arefa Tehsin&#39;s writing brings alive the natural ecosystem in&amp;nbsp;all its varied colours. Her latest book for young readers, &lt;i&gt;The Great Indian Safari&lt;/i&gt; is an exciting drive through the forests of India, with the Jungle Crow as its narrator.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have booked a wildlife safari, we suggest taking this book (there&#39;s a lot in here for adults as well!) as your guide. The jungle crow, known as Charred the Bird, will rap some songs, steer you in the right direction (you know, tourists do behave little wildly in the forests....) and is full of sane advice and nuggets of information that you can ponder on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With eye catching illustrations, songs and introduction to animals from tigers, to cobra and gharial and hares, &lt;i&gt;The Great Indian Safari&lt;/i&gt; gently prods us to look at the life teeming in the jungle with a sense of wonder, curiosity and empathy. Some of the lessons we learn (without any harping) is to observe and listen keenly; to be awake to each of our senses; to respect the jungles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book is loaded with several facts that you can brush upon to impress your buddies or teachers back in school. For instance, how do you identify a jungle crow from a city crow? The jungle crows are bigger than city crows... and secondly, they are all black while the crows in the city have a grey neck! The peacock&#39;s (spot them in Bharatpur sanctuary or if you are in Pune visit Vetal Tekdi) tail feathers is about 6 feet long! Psst...do you know from where the birds have evolved from? The dinosaur! Or that Himalayan brown bears are super sniffers! When they are hungry, their nose leads the way! Interesting, right? All the more reason for you to pick up &lt;i&gt;The Great Indian Safari&lt;/i&gt; and learn about the ways of the jungle and its inhabitants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: The Great Indian Safari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: Arefa Tehsin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher: Puffin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages: 96 (e-book)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price: Rs 327&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/5023102630686800030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2025/10/book-review-great-indian-safari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/5023102630686800030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/5023102630686800030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2025/10/book-review-great-indian-safari.html' title='Book Review: The Great Indian Safari'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AR_3r0I_sNezH_zXzIdUD4fhfoWzaOUi65FZf2KASG8TGbZ1Mw8nubKxaP13_Rn4a397JvHuYI3-1MmDwgOz88tAqenkA828FZe0vlmBKl9mrgJ5aCMWlBy4MFIA2n1uBWBoBjs-Df2VVP_QjSnN8U5vde-C2GtQcBWRqYcvcub0bHfKqmfy7TJChak/s72-c/Great%20Indian%20Safari_Cover-13%20June.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-9113437612433967974</id><published>2025-10-29T16:31:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2025-10-29T16:31:50.755+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disabilities"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Empathise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Empower"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paro Anand"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Solution"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stories of Difference"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenagers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Other"/><title type='text'>Book Review: The Other -- Stories of Difference </title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Learning to live again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aQJpTMBjNZVt0QbNtxOTt2gKa6rQDaMg4rIULZeKllhYZepoaaszVsM4HdWy19gH8TppdoLAq_FxowegTVFn9uB2NA4HsirSFXnZCRJIuvkPzb0xA_iKynYvRTHbuIs1IeFH4lTFhd6fLgnohSvg8RZWTR707PwHPCZ8CyWwoIiHxuaKWjre1UKvgrs/s1000/Paro%20Anand.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1000&quot; data-original-width=&quot;656&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aQJpTMBjNZVt0QbNtxOTt2gKa6rQDaMg4rIULZeKllhYZepoaaszVsM4HdWy19gH8TppdoLAq_FxowegTVFn9uB2NA4HsirSFXnZCRJIuvkPzb0xA_iKynYvRTHbuIs1IeFH4lTFhd6fLgnohSvg8RZWTR707PwHPCZ8CyWwoIiHxuaKWjre1UKvgrs/s320/Paro%20Anand.jpg&quot; width=&quot;210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Not every
teenager has fond, rainbow tinted growing up experiences. They have been
ignored deliberately, their peers unwilling to come to their aid, or speak up
for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;These teens
for various reasons – their physical attributes, medical condition, economic
background or gender identity – become ‘the other’. Simply because the larger,
‘normal’ society doesn’t know how to deal with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Paro Anand’s
short story collection, The Other, nudges us to not to sweep away the
unpalatable truths under the carpet. But to take note and bridge the divide.
The nine stories delves into the not so happy emotions and feelings that the
teenagers confront with and at the end offers a workable solution. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Sanjana
picking the boy with the pee-bag as her first choice to act in a fairy tale
does wonders for his confidence; parents suggesting their daughter to call a
helpline number in case of violence against females is a corrective action. And
what do the ugly sisters from a spin-off of Cinderella story learn? They learn
to embrace their dwarf bodies, live a fulfilling life, even if they do not meet
their Prince Notsocharming!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: The
Other – Stories of Difference&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: Paro
Anand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:
Speaking Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages: 164&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&quot;It’s
actually good to be finally doing something normal for a change. My counsellor
has been telling me that this is what I need. She is right. There were many,
many moments when I thought I could never claim this moment back again. Yet
here I am.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/9113437612433967974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2025/10/book-review-other-stories-of-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/9113437612433967974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/9113437612433967974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2025/10/book-review-other-stories-of-difference.html' title='Book Review: The Other -- Stories of Difference '/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aQJpTMBjNZVt0QbNtxOTt2gKa6rQDaMg4rIULZeKllhYZepoaaszVsM4HdWy19gH8TppdoLAq_FxowegTVFn9uB2NA4HsirSFXnZCRJIuvkPzb0xA_iKynYvRTHbuIs1IeFH4lTFhd6fLgnohSvg8RZWTR707PwHPCZ8CyWwoIiHxuaKWjre1UKvgrs/s72-c/Paro%20Anand.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-8718989453775976812</id><published>2025-01-10T18:35:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2025-01-10T18:35:32.957+05:00</updated><title type='text'>ZardoZi-- Stitching a new tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz0mxytbrgztFkBGg7WW-BgAElmXl5nPxjmmu3j6Bfz0DePGZ63o2bKsVT1DLaZIhONo0RiUubddQivBQ1TrqV_hFYWRY-sfOcMn3uYSo2K9FMeHYL2LpCLU6eMvxp9OBbgWFmi81IygfYN7WkVj_6BjdJfjgWvwWL6EMqe4-XvnFJHimj7885jI80V4/s1500/ZardoZi.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1050&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilz0mxytbrgztFkBGg7WW-BgAElmXl5nPxjmmu3j6Bfz0DePGZ63o2bKsVT1DLaZIhONo0RiUubddQivBQ1TrqV_hFYWRY-sfOcMn3uYSo2K9FMeHYL2LpCLU6eMvxp9OBbgWFmi81IygfYN7WkVj_6BjdJfjgWvwWL6EMqe4-XvnFJHimj7885jI80V4/s320/ZardoZi.jpg&quot; width=&quot;224&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In a world
that loves labelling and slotting people into categories, the freedom to choose
and to speak our minds is not easy. In the graphic novel, ZardoZi- Stitched
with Love, 10- year-old Zi thinks he has lost his voice and his parents and
friends will never be able to hear his truth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;But someone
recognises Zi’s innate talent and patience to learn and practise the art of
embroidery. It’s Zi’s grandmother -- Rani the Naani – who is unlike the other
elders in Zi’s family. Rani the Naani believes in living in the moment and
knows that ‘nothing is too girlish or boyish’. Arts is for everyone!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;She hands
over her book of embroidery designs to Zi and the boy feels encouraged to
present a zari-work for his school’s annual day. He begins with liquid zari
work and boy! He transform a sober black coat into something stunning! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In this
gently embroidered tale of Zi coming into his own, the author and illustrator
Debasmita Dasgupta, addresses the oft quoted, but poorly understood, terms of
diversity and inclusivity. Who decides that boys can’t wear floral print? Or
embroidery is for girls to practise? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;With each
illustration and complimentary text, Dasgupta transforms Zi’s lonely world into
a bright space where his parents finally acknowledge his interests and support
him. All in all, ZardoZi-Stitched with Love salutes the skills of artisans in
keeping alive our collective cultural heritage. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Excerpt: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Uh…I don’t
like skateboarding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I know that.
But it’s alright. You’ll start liking it with time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;No! Because
I don’t want to. I want to do embroidery work. I LOVE doing it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt;
ZardoZi – Stitched with Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Text &amp;amp;
Pictures:&lt;/b&gt; Debasmita Dasgupta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edited by:&lt;/b&gt;
Rajat Mittal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Published
by:&lt;/b&gt; HarperCollins Children’s Books&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 62&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs
399 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Upamanyu Bhattacharyya&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfO2MR44HyLeXX82_8CQqn39PFxXR5RwrrmOUBP-Oi9cYbdDO0Eat5LEx-rLF7AWpt8oFQo2e20Gw9pn_3sxxj47P9SZUb5TwEeBcgQAnV44VCP5Lo98pgpjJnieERsVBDnr7I17vMKVBeuuVKS_x9N40W0dYvq6n3QFgO8GUJFWXflJO2QhtTKkzPAk/s3980/1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3980&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3184&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfO2MR44HyLeXX82_8CQqn39PFxXR5RwrrmOUBP-Oi9cYbdDO0Eat5LEx-rLF7AWpt8oFQo2e20Gw9pn_3sxxj47P9SZUb5TwEeBcgQAnV44VCP5Lo98pgpjJnieERsVBDnr7I17vMKVBeuuVKS_x9N40W0dYvq6n3QFgO8GUJFWXflJO2QhtTKkzPAk/s320/1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;256&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Andaleeb Wajid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The pitter patter of the rain spells &#39;a mug of steaming coffee in one hand and a book in the other&#39; kind-of-weather. The rain, the hills covered in mist, have
typically served as a setting for horror stories. But what if you are in your
city, signing up for a scare walk that seems fun? What if the scares are not
designed but real? Fear is never a solitary emotion. It multiplies with
uneasiness, distrust exposing us to our dark side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Ask
Veera, Angelina, Ishaan and Dhruv. The four teenagers&amp;nbsp;want to chill a bit
before their dreaded board exams begin. A&amp;nbsp;visit to a bungalow on the
outskirts of Bangalore for an advertised scare walk seems like a fun idea. And,
why not? It means Ishaan can spend some more time with Angie and Veera could
hold hands with Dhruv...with some scares thrown in for laughs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;But
what awaits&amp;nbsp;the teenagers is something sinister and ugly. Picture huge
waves, a shape shifting dog and treacherous mountain cliffs in Bangalore?
Nothing is what it seems, especially the friendship the four teenagers thought
they shared with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Andaleeb Wajid, who authored Scare Walk, a brilliantly
designed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;immersive graphic novella, says, “I think horror genre is
exciting because it lets you experience the worst moments of the protagonist’s
life and then you step away from it when you shut the book and resume your
normal life. I wanted to convey the same sense of confidence that the kids feel
when they enter the house. But as they progress, they are uneasy with the
situation. The moment of true horror is when they realise everything is real.
The way each of them experiences the horror is partly shaped by their
personalities.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The Bangalore-based
author originally wrote Scare Walk as a novella. But upon reading it, editor
Tina Narang (HarperCollins) felt that it would work as a graphic novella.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Next came in Upamanyu
Bhattacharyya, a Kolkata-based animation director, who illustrated the text.
“My intention was to draw something that was close to what Andaleeb had
envisioned. We shared a round of designs for the characters, followed by test
pages and a rough sketch pass of the story to ensure that the text was
translating well to images and flowing the way she wanted it to,” explains
Upamanyu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Upamanyu adds that the
story had chapters dedicated to each of the characters&#39; points of view,
allowing the reader to clue into their objectivity or subjectivity. “I used
Veera’s glasses as a recurring motif to suggest the thin boundary between the
worlds shown in the story,” he says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Now, where is that mug of coffee as you leaf through
Scare Walk?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;(This article was first written for Amritabharati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 8pt 0.75in; mso-line-height-alt: 11.75pt;&quot;&gt;









&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 11.75pt; margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .75in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 0in 8pt 0.75in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/4405727321196586932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2024/10/chatting-up-andaleeb-wajid-scare-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4405727321196586932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4405727321196586932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2024/10/chatting-up-andaleeb-wajid-scare-walk.html' title='Chatting up Andaleeb Wajid: Scare Walk'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLhaN-RuD15AbzIu-n65NQDPguEhBDdPGtMYuyH5yoOtgQKlktTmX6JvfECqx5wG64ey_IkNKMWLUuBERxKqHM7IyV-KfJiodgBVKxC6c5TEastap_NeLLp_AK8UOt2tx5k6EgA_CKSWQnYz4IBbTdXz6__5_PGc_aGJc3xXk5frV9oWdUzWNWeYtDjQ/s72-c/Scare%20Walk%20book%20jacket.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-2670466771957047749</id><published>2024-10-04T18:13:00.020+05:00</published><updated>2024-10-04T18:16:43.083+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colonial India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ghadar Movement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Revol utionaries-Fight to Freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sanjeev Sanyal"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Revolutionaries -- Fight to Freedom </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR1at1j7gjUtHVkn6zvIzTr-HQmYjBKJiro7DECyZzfvLrPmfsZ-imHcFXZdRa8EO-baxJUZdS8u7jBtiU9NSbwflxhayvwKZ1Y7iGCM79r779afuaBR_6YEflDBmpfG41rMfkMmtL_rCT-T_2EfwKTijcaLZn3ImupCfOdQGxrIXJiLciHD19d8LAXY/s1000/1000109999.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1000&quot; data-original-width=&quot;650&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR1at1j7gjUtHVkn6zvIzTr-HQmYjBKJiro7DECyZzfvLrPmfsZ-imHcFXZdRa8EO-baxJUZdS8u7jBtiU9NSbwflxhayvwKZ1Y7iGCM79r779afuaBR_6YEflDBmpfG41rMfkMmtL_rCT-T_2EfwKTijcaLZn3ImupCfOdQGxrIXJiLciHD19d8LAXY/s320/1000109999.jpg&quot; width=&quot;208&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;h1 style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Remembering the Revolutionaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The Indian freedom struggle against the British empire,
underlined the rights of its people to speak up, to protest and to be heard.
This was achieved in multiple ways -- by participating in legislative policies,
taking out non-violent movements and launching armed resistance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sanjeev Sanyal in his book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Revolutionaries -- Fight for
Freedom --&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;highlights the armed resistance undertaken by young men and
women. Back when there was no social media to create a buzz about political or
social cause, the revolutionaries met in akhadas, formed secret groups, went
abroad under the guise of studying -- to acquire arms, learn technique of
making bombs and spreading awareness about why India needs to be freed by
writing books and in newspapers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sanyal, in this abridged version for young readers, argues that
events like Alipore bombing, Kakori conspiracy, Chittagong conspiracy, were not
isolated acts of heroism, but were all&amp;nbsp; a part of the greater network of
the Ghadar movement. This movement lasted for about half a century and had
prominent names like Aurobindo Ghosh, Barin Ghosh, Vinayak Damodar Savarkar,
Madam Bhikaji Cama, Durga Devi, Sachindranath Sanyal, Bhagat Singh, Ashfaqulla
Khan, Chandrashekar Azad, Rashbehari Bose and Netaji Subhashchandra Bose,
associated with it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Sanyal peppers the book with stories of camaraderie of the
revolutionaries, their spiritual and intellectual roots and their tragic end.
The book succeeds in bringing alive these men and women from the pages of
history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Excerpt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Since ancient times, India had a tradition of local gymnasiums,
known as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;akhadas&lt;/i&gt;, which functioned as a system of imparting both
military and spiritual training. As a more aggressive nationalism began to take
root, some Indians began to wonder if&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;akhadas&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;could be used to
build a network of secret societies that would work towards armed insurrection
against the British.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Name: Revolutionaries -- Fight to Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Author: Sanjeev Sanyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Pages: 215&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Publisher: HarperCollin&#39;s Children&#39;s Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Price: Rs 299&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;(This article was first written for Amritabharati)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/2670466771957047749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2024/10/book-review-remembering-revolutionaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/2670466771957047749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/2670466771957047749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2024/10/book-review-remembering-revolutionaries.html' title='Book Review: Revolutionaries -- Fight to Freedom '/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR1at1j7gjUtHVkn6zvIzTr-HQmYjBKJiro7DECyZzfvLrPmfsZ-imHcFXZdRa8EO-baxJUZdS8u7jBtiU9NSbwflxhayvwKZ1Y7iGCM79r779afuaBR_6YEflDBmpfG41rMfkMmtL_rCT-T_2EfwKTijcaLZn3ImupCfOdQGxrIXJiLciHD19d8LAXY/s72-c/1000109999.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-531536180312933844</id><published>2024-03-21T17:32:00.005+05:00</published><updated>2024-03-21T17:32:51.511+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arefa Tehsin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crimson Dragon Publishing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Iora and the Realm of Legends"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Iora and the Realm of Legends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Lured
by stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;What if you
come upon a world of stories, hundreds and thousands of them? Some of them have
endured for millennia and some are almost forgotten; the characters who inhabit
this world are rare and special. It’s a world that’s unknown yet exciting. But
is it welcoming? Definitely not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Iora, Owlus
and Chinar find this out the hard way. In the Book 2 of Iora adventures, the
three friends are now boarders at a Gurukul in rainforest. Soon enough, the
trio learn of strange going-ons in their Gurkul, a prophesy that might come to
the aid of dark forces. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The three dive
straight into the adventure – Iora and the Realm of Legends -- without really
being prepared. They hitch on to The Laughing Boy Who Never Dies, a visitor to their
world. The Laughing Boy, a character from one of the stories, rather
reluctantly takes along the trio, all the while telling them they are on their
own, once he reaches his story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcg1n7mOZGRrpgvcKPaTOH_AChkQU_8XKYqhKXmkUgJJBALIQS-BciY37LmETPwcG6wDpt0q2pMCL9chyv6NEdWW39zJdk3eWeSoiLQsMemRA7JkUvQ9BCrMxvt8ICKlnvbRCk305kv_CSmTf637BwohhdQ4-z2dQA1S_-pCO2E3G2HXWqiPWLiYYHRXk/s1500/Iora%20and%20the%20realm%20of%20legends-image.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1000&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcg1n7mOZGRrpgvcKPaTOH_AChkQU_8XKYqhKXmkUgJJBALIQS-BciY37LmETPwcG6wDpt0q2pMCL9chyv6NEdWW39zJdk3eWeSoiLQsMemRA7JkUvQ9BCrMxvt8ICKlnvbRCk305kv_CSmTf637BwohhdQ4-z2dQA1S_-pCO2E3G2HXWqiPWLiYYHRXk/s320/Iora%20and%20the%20realm%20of%20legends-image.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;But the fun
of any story lies in the twist that none of us see coming. That’s exactly what
happens to the trio and their guide. How they deal with an assortment of
fearsome creatures, traps and deception makes Iora and the Realm of Legends a
thrilling page turner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Box&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;“I’ll tell
you what—we will give you the ke&lt;br /&gt;y. But you have to take us with you so we can
find a way to catch the Ghost,” Iora said with resolve. “According to the
prophesy, he can be caught near the Inner Realm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Iora
and the Realm of Legends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;
Arefa Tehsin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; Crimson
Dragon Publishing, USA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 225&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt;
Fantasy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs
1,226 (Paperback) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Rs 101 (E-book)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;(This book review was written for Amritabharati)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/531536180312933844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2024/03/book-review-iora-and-realm-of-legends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/531536180312933844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/531536180312933844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2024/03/book-review-iora-and-realm-of-legends.html' title='Book Review: Iora and the Realm of Legends'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcg1n7mOZGRrpgvcKPaTOH_AChkQU_8XKYqhKXmkUgJJBALIQS-BciY37LmETPwcG6wDpt0q2pMCL9chyv6NEdWW39zJdk3eWeSoiLQsMemRA7JkUvQ9BCrMxvt8ICKlnvbRCk305kv_CSmTf637BwohhdQ4-z2dQA1S_-pCO2E3G2HXWqiPWLiYYHRXk/s72-c/Iora%20and%20the%20realm%20of%20legends-image.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-9129466858354304478</id><published>2023-10-04T15:46:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2023-10-04T15:46:53.494+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Communism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drop of the Last Cloud"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kerala"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kerala Floods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nair Women"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sangeetha G"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Drop of the Last Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time...there were decision-makers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s&amp;nbsp;certainly common enough to hear, speak and discuss about &#39;agency&#39;, &#39;consent&#39;, &#39;control over our bodies&#39;, &#39;privilege&#39;, &#39;patriarchy&#39; and so on. But how many of us are able to apply these concepts in this day and age?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgPQ8zWdVBI1wDrbIrJddxHhZy6-zgtFTKVWanqPe7CZEU77mELelybhv2FMdW3XAYALR53VtJf6m7VcoXUXDrL7qprj38_DrnBg5wA-PChf56EnVCzEOld_08zOJsTf_6YFMMBPm6EQ5nncitpOqefKqTaiPwblTie7K9Ze6ho8KbawZIECd_ch6bbk/s1000/Drop%20of%20the%20last%20cloud.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1000&quot; data-original-width=&quot;625&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgPQ8zWdVBI1wDrbIrJddxHhZy6-zgtFTKVWanqPe7CZEU77mELelybhv2FMdW3XAYALR53VtJf6m7VcoXUXDrL7qprj38_DrnBg5wA-PChf56EnVCzEOld_08zOJsTf_6YFMMBPm6EQ5nncitpOqefKqTaiPwblTie7K9Ze6ho8KbawZIECd_ch6bbk/s320/Drop%20of%20the%20last%20cloud.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With every generation some challenges stay constant, despite the overall atmosphere build up that &#39;change is here&#39;. Is the change good though? And, what change are we talking about? Does it signal progress or a backslide? The dialogue continues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, imagine this scenario being discussed amongst the Nair women of Kakasherry Tharvadu&amp;nbsp; (ancestral house) in Manjoor village, nearly 100 years ago. In her debut novel, &lt;i&gt;Drop of the Last Cloud&lt;/i&gt;, Sangeetha G focuses on the lives and times of the Kakasherry women, who were at the cusp of social and political transformation, that took place in pre-independent India.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel opens to 1924, when floods ravaged Kerala and the birth of Gomathi, the protagonist of &lt;i&gt;Drop of the Last Cloud&lt;/i&gt;. Gomathi&#39;s birth is considered inauspicious; the astrologers have come to the conclusion that &#39;she will break up the family&#39;. Soon after Narayani, her mother, keeps her distance from Gomathi, and later, in an exception to the then prevalent practise, Gomathi is sent off to her father&#39;s house. In modern parlance we ought to add that Gomathi was sent to her biological father&#39;s place. Nair women had the right to take on partners, enter into sambandham (informal marriage system). They stayed on in their maternal homes, and did not set up homes with their partner in his house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gomathi&#39;s being sent away from Kakasherry Tharvadu was the first seed of conflict sown in her life. She had to battle many a questions; Why did her mother not like her? Should she be a &#39;good, demure&#39; girl like the patriarchy demanded or assert her rights?; Should she choose her partner or go by her paternal grandmother&#39;s wishes? Should she choose her love and be happy or take society&#39;s diktat&#39;s in consideration? The decisions she took sent her life on another trajectory, leaving her disappointed and bitter. This bitterness spilled into the life of the people she comes in touch with -- her husband, Govindan, her love Madhavan and her children, especially her oldest girl, Madhavi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gomathi&#39;s character is someone who is not sure how to take charge of her life in the transformative years that she finds herself in; her aunt, Parvathy chittha, is symbol of those people who are open to new ideas, treating everyone humanely, not allowing deep-seated caste prejudices to colour her interactions; and then there is Madhavi, who could have been a replica of her mother, Gomathi. Instead she becomes independent, gets a job and decides to marry someone of her choice. Education and economically independent in modern times, just like her grandaunt Parvathy was in the bygone era.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do men have a role in &lt;i&gt;Drop of the Last Cloud&lt;/i&gt;? They do. And one can&#39;t help but be sympathetic to the plight of Govindan, who grew up with his own set of complexes, but tries to do the right by everybody, even his estranged wife Gomathi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sangeetha, a journalist, while weaving together the stories of Gomathi, Govindan, Madhavan, provides us with the wide arching background -- of the British policies, Independence movement, Second World War, rise of Communism, labour rights and the reform movements taking place. The ever evolving socio-political factors strive to pull the main characters in different directions. The characters struggle, try to fight their fate, find their place in a new world order and in the bargain lay the foundation of the Kerala state that we know today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Drop of the Last Cloud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Sangeetha G&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; Ukiyoto Publishing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 237&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price&lt;/b&gt;: Rs 320&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/9129466858354304478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/10/book-review-drop-of-last-cloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/9129466858354304478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/9129466858354304478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/10/book-review-drop-of-last-cloud.html' title='Book Review: Drop of the Last Cloud'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxgPQ8zWdVBI1wDrbIrJddxHhZy6-zgtFTKVWanqPe7CZEU77mELelybhv2FMdW3XAYALR53VtJf6m7VcoXUXDrL7qprj38_DrnBg5wA-PChf56EnVCzEOld_08zOJsTf_6YFMMBPm6EQ5nncitpOqefKqTaiPwblTie7K9Ze6ho8KbawZIECd_ch6bbk/s72-c/Drop%20of%20the%20last%20cloud.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-4080929473739529491</id><published>2023-08-26T18:27:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2023-08-26T18:27:01.400+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ashiish V Patil Book Review HarperCollinsChildren&#39;s Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goldiboy and the Three Apes Book on Autistic Kids"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Goldiboy and the Three Apes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Ready
for an Isspeshal story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goldiboy and
the Three Apes..--- An Isspeshal Fairy Tale --&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;
yes, you guessed it right! It’s a spin-off on the popular fairy tale,
Goldilocks and the Three Bears. The spin here is that Goldiboy is a teenage
boy, with a dazzling, golden smile. Goldiboy likes things ‘Just Right’. The
smell of a Thai curry is off-putting for him, nor does he like the gooey pasta.
But a gluten-free grilled cheese sandwich, yes, Goldiboy loves it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Maybe you
will think that this Goldiboy is fussy? We would say that he is ‘neurodivergent’.
You and I perhaps fall in the ‘neurotypical’ category. But does that make a
‘neurodivergent’ teenager any less than us? No, ‘we are same same but
different’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;A gorgeously
illustrated &lt;i&gt;Goldiboy and the Three Apes&lt;/i&gt; is a peek into the life of kids on
autism spectrum disorder. The picture book has been conceived and penned by
Ashiish V Patil, an autism dad, for his son Rishaan, who was diagnosed with the
disorder at the age of two and half years. This picture book is Patil’s way of
getting ‘neurodivergent’ and ‘neurotypical’ kids and their families to get to
know each other, to shake hands and embrace their sameness and uniqueness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RAE_-3NdsDl0XfCpz1RfPZUF5YJqMEV_f3WudZMz-7EWtisQz_5_T_VfHf12jZ9wMYkRlPfs3O_V6Hu0EXoUKaS6eJu2abKlMcvFLWOCvpw43Nh94e6fSZ52NzX6WpEOG2Ig6qkj9ij1Z6J01PgdsILcN5EqvxeY6JeatE0e--bt1xzZ6Maqspf4xMg/s274/Goldiboy%20and%20the%20three%20apes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;184&quot; data-original-width=&quot;274&quot; height=&quot;184&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RAE_-3NdsDl0XfCpz1RfPZUF5YJqMEV_f3WudZMz-7EWtisQz_5_T_VfHf12jZ9wMYkRlPfs3O_V6Hu0EXoUKaS6eJu2abKlMcvFLWOCvpw43Nh94e6fSZ52NzX6WpEOG2Ig6qkj9ij1Z6J01PgdsILcN5EqvxeY6JeatE0e--bt1xzZ6Maqspf4xMg/s1600/Goldiboy%20and%20the%20three%20apes.jpg&quot; width=&quot;274&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The picture
book, which has testimonials from celebrities and parents to autistic kids,
seeks to simplify what autism could mean. It’s a spectrum disorder and thus one
autistic kid will not necessarily be similar to another. Goldiboy likes to
listen to music, say ‘excuse me’ or say ‘sorry’ when he burps, but another
teenager his age is unable to speak. It may seem strange, but hey, a better way
to navigate is ‘smile’ and be non-judgmental of each other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Box&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Google
Autism Spectrum Disorder and it’s an ocean. Tons have been written about it.
The simplest explanation is that it’s a difference in how your brain is wired,
a neurological variation. You see and process things differently from people
who are the norm – who people in the community call neurotypicals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt;
Goldiboy and the Three Apes – An Isspeshal Fairy Tale&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;
Ashiish V Patil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illustrated
by:&lt;/b&gt; Nikita Modi Biswas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt;
HarperCollinsChildren’s Books&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 120 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs
599 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;(This book review was written for Amritabharati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/4080929473739529491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/08/book-review-goldiboy-and-three-apes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4080929473739529491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4080929473739529491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/08/book-review-goldiboy-and-three-apes.html' title='Book Review: Goldiboy and the Three Apes'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RAE_-3NdsDl0XfCpz1RfPZUF5YJqMEV_f3WudZMz-7EWtisQz_5_T_VfHf12jZ9wMYkRlPfs3O_V6Hu0EXoUKaS6eJu2abKlMcvFLWOCvpw43Nh94e6fSZ52NzX6WpEOG2Ig6qkj9ij1Z6J01PgdsILcN5EqvxeY6JeatE0e--bt1xzZ6Maqspf4xMg/s72-c/Goldiboy%20and%20the%20three%20apes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-400343859229795237</id><published>2023-08-08T19:08:00.006+06:00</published><updated>2023-08-08T21:53:33.017+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arefa Tehsin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Author Interview"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bohrawadi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Murder Mystery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Witch in the Peepul Tree"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Udaipur"/><title type='text'>Interview with Arefa Tehsin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&#39;There was nothing wrong in it,&#39; Dada Bhai said, his head bent towards the cold, unyielding floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&#39;Sir?&#39; asked Tapan, who had followed him out, just as he had ushered him in personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&#39;A boy and girl loved each other. There was nothing wrong in what Sanaz did. Love. That is what is halal for me.&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl9BR74xZn68ob5HdVcE9AcPuyUXDDikUZ0wxyGw3PcW0jhGtjZ0uyBsFEV74k9PpYhgXSU-LZCXLRsRw0Lx1KxljpElKNLlKOk5QP8DcWPSUm6a0iNwZ1OZU9HY5nMI-pq1GcIINlw_FJJn3yiv8j8yeAfu_nytSDGITYKil4PS_p86Fh1beh-KZiNQ/s1000/The%20witch%20in%20the%20peepul%20tree%20by%20Arefa.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1000&quot; data-original-width=&quot;600&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl9BR74xZn68ob5HdVcE9AcPuyUXDDikUZ0wxyGw3PcW0jhGtjZ0uyBsFEV74k9PpYhgXSU-LZCXLRsRw0Lx1KxljpElKNLlKOk5QP8DcWPSUm6a0iNwZ1OZU9HY5nMI-pq1GcIINlw_FJJn3yiv8j8yeAfu_nytSDGITYKil4PS_p86Fh1beh-KZiNQ/s320/The%20witch%20in%20the%20peepul%20tree%20by%20Arefa.jpg&quot; width=&quot;192&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #2b00fe;&quot;&gt;Valmiki would not be contained, she knew, whenever the news reached him. He would rage within. Waste away in the cavity of his chest. She needed to bundle up all her nerve and pack it inside her. Convey to him soundlessly that he was fortunate to be loved for two years. Two years! An eternity for someone who had not got two whole hours of it in her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRyVi7MS3AlpCBaWOSmMFdd60MUlwSPv30SLR8rmyyv7bUWssEvWuoMQUOpL7iOgXKziVasiGRodTHUCSxwMdfv6ODpeuyc8wGM6Koy76mTSPESlej-lPuHetWBc7wlMj1bAQiQLek4H5UQjagOSzt2jLB78O3C9Ip94TXezwcBhf3iexYyCq3IYe1Vs/s3228/Author%20Arefa%20Tehsin%20(1).jpeg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3228&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2114&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRyVi7MS3AlpCBaWOSmMFdd60MUlwSPv30SLR8rmyyv7bUWssEvWuoMQUOpL7iOgXKziVasiGRodTHUCSxwMdfv6ODpeuyc8wGM6Koy76mTSPESlej-lPuHetWBc7wlMj1bAQiQLek4H5UQjagOSzt2jLB78O3C9Ip94TXezwcBhf3iexYyCq3IYe1Vs/s320/Author%20Arefa%20Tehsin%20(1).jpeg&quot; width=&quot;210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: #800180; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #800180;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&#39;A whiff of rosewater is enough...&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;On Makar Sankranti when the kites soar high, Sanaz&#39; wings are brutally clipped. She is found dead in her room and what follows is a trail of questions hiding violence in their midst; of corrosive human behaviour. The ugliness and degenerate behaviour of the many a characters described in &lt;i&gt;The Witch in the Peepul Tree &lt;/i&gt;is difficult to side step and compels the reader to ponder, if there is any redemption. There is, but in small measure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It comes in the form of Dada Bhai, Sanaz&#39;s father. Dada Bhai is a visionary, a gentleman-hunter, who is about to lose his livelihood in the newly minted independent country. The story is set in 1950s Udaipur, Rajasthan. The hometown of the author, Arefa Tehsin, who borrows from her family history, to create the character of Dada Bhai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The novel, &lt;i&gt;The Witch in the Peepul Tree&lt;/i&gt;, unfolds over
one day. But the background takes us into early years of Independence, when feudal, royals, nouveau rich, depressed, oppressed classes jostle with each other, to find their space under the sun. When we ask Arefa, how was it to go back in to time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;She replies, &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I was captivated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;A period novel requires a lot of research.
Fortunately, I had my family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;–&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;my uncles,
aunts, my father and a few family friends to provide that information.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I, especially, picked the brains of my uncle Riaz Tehsin
who was a visionary, educationist, humanitarian, veteran of folk arts and culture
and an institution in himself. He was a repository of knowledge of that era.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Those conversations with everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;quite
rewarding and have left me richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The discussion, the seed of the story was germinated during the first Covid lockdown. When the outside chatter had died down, Arefa was &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;ridiculously happy&#39;. She and her husband, Aditya, live&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;in rustic cottage in a small island colony (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;NL&quot; style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;in Colombo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;) in the much loved company of snakes, monitor lizards, porcupines, mongooses, ducks,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;an occasional crocodile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;or fishing cat and other denizens of the lake island.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&quot;Writing totally suits
my solitary nature. And the lockdown suited it even more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;While Aditya would
peacefully work in the garden or read, I would be transported to the 1950
Udaipur. I have chronic insomnia. Following a peaceful routine gave me
back my sleep. Being marooned in the cottage was the ideal time for me to write
my first novel for grown-ups.,&quot; she says. Arefa has written several novels for kids and teens, drawing them into the nature, to explore their surroundings. &lt;i&gt;The Witch in the Peepul Tree&lt;/i&gt; is her first book for adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arefa&#39;s works are often populated with several characters, each with a mind and purpose of his/her own. Do the characters ever go astray, we ask her.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;

















&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 16.85pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The characters in my
books have a mind of their own and always follow their own path. I end up
following them every time.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 16.85pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Nature has always been her muse and gives her hope.&amp;nbsp; Arefa quotes Anne Frank ...&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Where there’s hope,
there’s life.&#39; I am always full of hope
and do not believe that we are living in a dark tunnel. There are difficulties
and challenges in every era. The human history is filled with examples of
overcoming the greatest of trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;Default&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;IT&quot; style=&quot;background: white; color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Much like Dada Bhai, Parijat and Rao Sahib. A whiff of rose water is enough to be someone&#39;s panacea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; The Witch in the Peepul Tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Arefa Tehsin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; HarperCollins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 323&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Price: Rs 399&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/400343859229795237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/08/interview-with-arefa-tehsin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/400343859229795237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/400343859229795237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/08/interview-with-arefa-tehsin.html' title='Interview with Arefa Tehsin'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl9BR74xZn68ob5HdVcE9AcPuyUXDDikUZ0wxyGw3PcW0jhGtjZ0uyBsFEV74k9PpYhgXSU-LZCXLRsRw0Lx1KxljpElKNLlKOk5QP8DcWPSUm6a0iNwZ1OZU9HY5nMI-pq1GcIINlw_FJJn3yiv8j8yeAfu_nytSDGITYKil4PS_p86Fh1beh-KZiNQ/s72-c/The%20witch%20in%20the%20peepul%20tree%20by%20Arefa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-5012045522799924613</id><published>2023-06-26T18:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2023-06-26T18:34:21.929+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eleanor&amp; Park"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rainbow Rowell"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School Romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Eleanor &amp; Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who said falling in love was easy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eleanor &amp;amp; Park ticks all the boxes of a YA novel -- a new girl in school and town; mean school kids who make her life difficult and an unlikely friend she meets on the school bus. There is music, there are comics, there is an abusive father and then there is another set of loving but strict parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eleanor, the awkward &#39;big&#39; girl with red hair, wearing a man&#39;s clothes with scarves, rings and ribbons just can&#39;t seem to fit in her school, in her new house or in Park Sheridan&#39;s normal household; Park the American-Asian kid, in his all black avataar seeks to stay under radar. When the two misfits meet, they can&#39;t stay away from each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rainbow Rowell makes this tale of all-American teenagers universal with her exquisite writing and exploration of feelings. That one friend we all longed for in our seemingly difficult teenage years?Rainbow Rowell could fill in for that friend -- putting in words, naming those feelings and creating a world that is at once magical, special and then hurtful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story written by both Eleanor and Park, in turns, is a device that succeeds, allowing us to know what&#39;s churning on in their minds; you know what the boy thinks, what the girl thinks routine? Here it&#39;s more beautiful, heart-breaking than prosaic. Set in 1986 and published in 2012 and read in 2022 and again in 2023, the story breaks down barriers of insecurity, inferiority, fear and loneliness that we all carry in some measure. The generation gap dissolves. Swap mix tapes for YT recommendations, books for books/kindle edition, walkman for itunes, ipod or downloads and phone calls and letters for chats on any of the social media apps. Love and distance doesn&#39;t matter here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgDhCEBm5Nw2XqSChvymR9rLsiiE2udzoSoJ-SLYX1ii3UyScQcKN340csSQAzMCOcGerCmLGdY2uqitLcD9JPpxYbn_AfP3rBzYbgSjhBwZ8SiqTdQA_CpkhUBy_KIrcpY-KXYDsx1kdsqoHorGAe-YV8HzEbKfsqzEQiuRZbEfQCR7Bq6ZhCGldScg/s210/Eleanor%20&amp;amp;%20Park.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;210&quot; data-original-width=&quot;210&quot; height=&quot;210&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgDhCEBm5Nw2XqSChvymR9rLsiiE2udzoSoJ-SLYX1ii3UyScQcKN340csSQAzMCOcGerCmLGdY2uqitLcD9JPpxYbn_AfP3rBzYbgSjhBwZ8SiqTdQA_CpkhUBy_KIrcpY-KXYDsx1kdsqoHorGAe-YV8HzEbKfsqzEQiuRZbEfQCR7Bq6ZhCGldScg/s1600/Eleanor%20&amp;amp;%20Park.jpg&quot; width=&quot;210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Eleanor &amp;amp; Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Rainbow Rowell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher: &lt;/b&gt;Orion Fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 329&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/5012045522799924613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-review-eleanor-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/5012045522799924613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/5012045522799924613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-review-eleanor-park.html' title='Book Review: Eleanor &amp; Park'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgDhCEBm5Nw2XqSChvymR9rLsiiE2udzoSoJ-SLYX1ii3UyScQcKN340csSQAzMCOcGerCmLGdY2uqitLcD9JPpxYbn_AfP3rBzYbgSjhBwZ8SiqTdQA_CpkhUBy_KIrcpY-KXYDsx1kdsqoHorGAe-YV8HzEbKfsqzEQiuRZbEfQCR7Bq6ZhCGldScg/s72-c/Eleanor%20&amp;%20Park.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-1534577565018702651</id><published>2023-06-12T19:04:00.009+06:00</published><updated>2023-06-12T19:07:24.729+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bombay Film Industry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HarperCollins"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hindi Cinema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memoirs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishi Kapoor"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Rishi Kapoor Khullam Khulla (Uncensored)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes him a star...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there anything that stays &#39;undisclosed&#39; in a celebrity&#39;s life? Something that can still shock and awe his fans or individuals who admire his body of work and the actor himself? It turns out that yes, some facts can stay carefully undisclosed, especially if you are an actor belonging to an earlier generation; or from a film family that&#39;s revered and members of the clan continue to work in one of the biggest film industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicplS8TNZ_-yc7kpY6zBVhikhQF0sivGVsAa8cZXmBNxFLFjmEeUu03gYP3ooAHYRXVbE-jxe2qdiONFe04Udy92JRx8oWpl0UznawLADJbwUvK7T2k_2fAaas5481CdBW5DpVHpB-q0Aeb_brZ9RjHe_4KqONCedt8ppn7QBo9_A7WQKfiZU5V4ld/s500/Khullam%20Khulla.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;500&quot; data-original-width=&quot;313&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicplS8TNZ_-yc7kpY6zBVhikhQF0sivGVsAa8cZXmBNxFLFjmEeUu03gYP3ooAHYRXVbE-jxe2qdiONFe04Udy92JRx8oWpl0UznawLADJbwUvK7T2k_2fAaas5481CdBW5DpVHpB-q0Aeb_brZ9RjHe_4KqONCedt8ppn7QBo9_A7WQKfiZU5V4ld/s320/Khullam%20Khulla.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rishi Kapoor&#39;s memories penned in &lt;i&gt;Khullam Khulla&lt;/i&gt; (co-authored by Meena Iyer, senior journalist) at times reveal and at times reinforce &#39;beliefs and opinions&#39; about the Kapoor family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His father&#39;s fondness for Nargis (actor) was known to everyone and Rishi&#39;s possessiveness for Dimple Kapadia (his co-star in Bobby) was also discussed in public domain. His recording of those aspects makes the account authentic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the unbaring of intrigues, rivalries, friendships (some gone sour) and family quirks, the memoirs could have attained a hagiography status. But that doesn&#39;t happen and for that we need to thank both Kapoor and Iyer. The writing is matter-of-fact, neither embellishing the actor&#39;s struggle with depression or the spats that he got into.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere in the book, Kapoor says this about the film industry and its people -- &#39;We do not all lead false and empty lives. Under all the tinsel and sparkle, there is heart and soul.&#39; One tends to believe him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, now here&#39;s some trivia from &lt;i&gt;Khullam Khulla...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you know Raj Kapoor was named Shrishti Nath Kapoor at birth? Later it was changed to Ranbir Raj Kapoor, which then became Raj Kapoor?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blue eyes of the Kapoor family came from Raj Kapoor&#39;s mother Ramsarni Malhotra&#39;s side of family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rishi Kapoor was born and brought up in Matunga before he moved to Bandra and then Pali Hill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love blossomed between Rishi Kapoor and Neetu Singh when they were shooting for Kabhi Kabhi in 1975. Incidentally, Kapoor had earlier rejected the film, it was his uncle, Shashi Kapoor who convinced him to take up the role.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name: Rishi Kapoor Khullam Khulla (Uncensored)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Authors: Rishi Kapoor and Meena Iyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Publisher: HarperCollins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pages: 256&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price: Rs 399&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/1534577565018702651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-review-rishi-kapoor-khullam-khulla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/1534577565018702651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/1534577565018702651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-review-rishi-kapoor-khullam-khulla.html' title='Book Review: Rishi Kapoor Khullam Khulla (Uncensored)'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicplS8TNZ_-yc7kpY6zBVhikhQF0sivGVsAa8cZXmBNxFLFjmEeUu03gYP3ooAHYRXVbE-jxe2qdiONFe04Udy92JRx8oWpl0UznawLADJbwUvK7T2k_2fAaas5481CdBW5DpVHpB-q0Aeb_brZ9RjHe_4KqONCedt8ppn7QBo9_A7WQKfiZU5V4ld/s72-c/Khullam%20Khulla.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-4060867329651309916</id><published>2023-06-05T18:18:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2023-06-06T00:36:08.033+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1857"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aleph Book Company"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mirza Ghalib"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Murder at the Mushaira"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raza Mir"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shahjahanabad"/><title type='text'>Book Review: Murder at the Mushaira</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Ghalib goes detecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;When presented with &#39;What if?&#39;, the &#39;scenario&#39; conjures up numerous possibilities making it an interesting proposition to delve in. What if Mirza Ghalib was a detective? Isn&#39;t this enough to hook a reader? We bet so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5iqDHRzrdzAm3K2LLcNgRFsU5dT-e_-6Jh9vYtEp0PqMLL13v_Gu9QXBGhdjIl6g9LYT9eu7KzOVWc9n32Q7LxM5pEgWyK-JiukCGS_CgbcnLhMBmXw5sLodQJlwtZfe_ujZde0MnrwB9UD7rJph0DvzxqLMaZhSJQeh26sxPXVFL9_4n87i3YPl/s1000/Murder%20at%20the%20Mushaira.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1000&quot; data-original-width=&quot;684&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5iqDHRzrdzAm3K2LLcNgRFsU5dT-e_-6Jh9vYtEp0PqMLL13v_Gu9QXBGhdjIl6g9LYT9eu7KzOVWc9n32Q7LxM5pEgWyK-JiukCGS_CgbcnLhMBmXw5sLodQJlwtZfe_ujZde0MnrwB9UD7rJph0DvzxqLMaZhSJQeh26sxPXVFL9_4n87i3YPl/s320/Murder%20at%20the%20Mushaira.jpg&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thus it is with great interest that we began reading &lt;i&gt;Murder at the Mushaira&lt;/i&gt;, and we were not disappointed. Raza Mir, the author, toyed with the possibility of envisioning Ghalib as a detective for nearly 15 years. What we get in &lt;i&gt;Murder at the Mushaira &lt;/i&gt;is not a racy whodunit, but more than a peek into the life and times of Ghalib, the Mughal court, the nobility and the sepoys who tried to overthrow the East India Company.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel is set against the backdrop of First War of Independence and it begins at a point when the &#39;night is too silent&#39; and ends with a gunshot with the horse rider thrown away from his mount. Who is the horse rider and what is his mission? At that time, Shahjahanabad is a city brewing with tension, intrigue, an activated network of spies and informants and the common people resenting the overreach of the Company officials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amidst all this, a facade has to be maintained, those in power have to be courted, the good wine has to be drunk, lavish spread to be partaken of and couplets of love and longing have to be recited. It is at one such &lt;i&gt;mushaira&lt;/i&gt; or a poetry soiree, hosted by Nawab Ifthikar Hasan that Sukhan Khairabadi, a poet, is found murdered. Almost immediately, hell breaks loose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khairabadi, a bully and a lesser poet, unpopular with the servants of Nawab Ifthikar, is important to the British. The &#39;why&#39; is revealed slowly, presenting to us a society that has gone to seed and how the nobles kowtow before the next batch of rulers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The characters that take the story forward are both familiar and unfamiliar. Ghalib, of course, is a familiar name recast in a new avatar and so is Ramchandra Mathur, a science teacher. The Poet Laureate of the Land turns to Mathur, so as to ascertain what befell Khairabadi. In time, Mathur becomes Ghalib&#39;s confabulate on the murder and the &#39;mission&#39; that they eventually team up for. Mathur lived in that period, but as Mir said, not much is known about the association between him and Ghalib. Mohan Lal Zutshi, another historical figure, is imagined in the novel as one of the key ally of the sepoys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mir in recreating the bygone era, succeeds in keeping the tone of the novel relevant. At a time when various social media handles churn out Ghalib&#39;s poetry, post photos of Purani Dilli, heritage tours promise a walk in the past, the mention of Tomb of Sarmad, Ballimaran, Safdarjung in &lt;i&gt;Murder at the Mushaira, &lt;/i&gt;makes the setting so much more personal and riveting. After all, no&amp;nbsp; one can deny that history is personal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Murder at the Mushaira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Raza Mir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Publisher: Aleph Book Company&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pages: 344&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Price: Rs 999&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/4060867329651309916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-review-murder-at-mushaira.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4060867329651309916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4060867329651309916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/06/book-review-murder-at-mushaira.html' title='Book Review: Murder at the Mushaira'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5iqDHRzrdzAm3K2LLcNgRFsU5dT-e_-6Jh9vYtEp0PqMLL13v_Gu9QXBGhdjIl6g9LYT9eu7KzOVWc9n32Q7LxM5pEgWyK-JiukCGS_CgbcnLhMBmXw5sLodQJlwtZfe_ujZde0MnrwB9UD7rJph0DvzxqLMaZhSJQeh26sxPXVFL9_4n87i3YPl/s72-c/Murder%20at%20the%20Mushaira.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-6452275320512995794</id><published>2023-05-09T18:13:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2023-05-09T18:13:18.136+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arefa Tehsin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Iora and the Quest of FIve"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jungle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Supernatural"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitterland"/><title type='text'>Call of the Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Every
morning we wake up to doom and gloom -- the unseasonal rainfall, the floods,
the drought, disappearing mangroves, urban forests being mowed down, the dip and
the sudden rise in temperature and the illnesses that come with it. What is the
world coming to? Can we put a stop to it? Perhaps; for the answer lies within
us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In contrast,
Iora’s world seems radiant – the trees are tall, the woods are deep, and so
colourful with greens and blues, talking birds and animals. Why not? She lives
in Twitterland, a hidden rainforest, with hardly any communication with the outside
world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;But you see
the jungle is also doomed, as Iora discovers. The evil forces are dominant and
her father’s life is in danger. She has to quickly track down the Five Angels
and elusive Spirit of Jungle and get them to meet at Scar-faced lake, on a
moonless night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;For the
first time in her 11 years, Iora steps out of Twitterland, but she is not
alone. A dwarf Beetle and her friend-rival, Owlus keep her company. A wise ape,
Baba tries to protect them from the dark forces; and then comes along Chinar, a
young human boy lost in Twitterland. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In this
utterly riveting and captivating journey, the travelers ducking from dangers, deception
and thrilling escapades, imbibe important lessons – trust, sacrifice, patience,
unity -- along the way. Some answers are always found within, as Iora learns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Excerpt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;“Whatever his
motivation, Iora, we must thank Owlus for saving our lives. And since we are
stuck together, it’s better to carry on as friends.” Without waiting for a
response, Beetle went on, “We don’t have a lot of time before next moonless
night and our task is yet to be completed.” &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Iora and the Quest of Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Arefa Tehsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; Crimson Dragon Publishing, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 212&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs 139 (Paperback)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; YA Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;(This book review was first published by Amritabharati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixt7HGuhDeB1SsouqHqE9lJFWK5gxRPA8AOvN-S1aRQnfaKYfy2UdA1DvdQD7pLmErovPB_e4S6Bo0dCwSJ8AUZBeztdV87tQlFY_XvR5vG443v79ow6VMu1XBN_dIigSY3ju1UEEMMjESRyXZzUNcmiNHgdy3NmZ97mPPf8d5cA95uNgAWJmXqLEE/s2457/Iora%201.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2457&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1642&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixt7HGuhDeB1SsouqHqE9lJFWK5gxRPA8AOvN-S1aRQnfaKYfy2UdA1DvdQD7pLmErovPB_e4S6Bo0dCwSJ8AUZBeztdV87tQlFY_XvR5vG443v79ow6VMu1XBN_dIigSY3ju1UEEMMjESRyXZzUNcmiNHgdy3NmZ97mPPf8d5cA95uNgAWJmXqLEE/s320/Iora%201.jpg&quot; width=&quot;214&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/6452275320512995794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/05/call-of-jungle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/6452275320512995794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/6452275320512995794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/05/call-of-jungle.html' title='Call of the Jungle'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixt7HGuhDeB1SsouqHqE9lJFWK5gxRPA8AOvN-S1aRQnfaKYfy2UdA1DvdQD7pLmErovPB_e4S6Bo0dCwSJ8AUZBeztdV87tQlFY_XvR5vG443v79ow6VMu1XBN_dIigSY3ju1UEEMMjESRyXZzUNcmiNHgdy3NmZ97mPPf8d5cA95uNgAWJmXqLEE/s72-c/Iora%201.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-4782040286039243267</id><published>2023-05-09T17:59:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2023-05-09T18:01:51.141+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conservation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiona Fernandez"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="H For Heritage Mumbai"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HarperCollinsChildren&#39;sBooks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heritage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Monuments"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mumbai"/><title type='text'>Mumbai Meri Jaan…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Here’s a
quiz for you: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In which hotel did American author,
Mark Twain stay when he arrived in Bombay? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9.33333px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Which Mumbai school has a natural
history museum section?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9.33333px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Do you know who was the architect of
Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;What is the old name of Horniman
circle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;If you are
curious to find out the answers, pick up Fiona Fernandez’s H For Heritage
Mumbai. It brings to life the people, roads and landmarks of Mumbai that have
shaped the Maximum City, as we know it today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;There have
been several books that have tried to capture the essence of the capital city
of Maharashtra; what makes it tick; what makes its people so resilient. Fernandez
tries to go beyond the clichés and describes vividly the pockets comprising
different worlds that co-exist in one bustling metropolis -- from Mahim to
Bandra and from Colaba and Khotachiwadi to Mahalaxmi and Borivali and Worli in
between. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;H for
Heritage Mumbai is packed with cool facts and eye-catching illustrations and
Fernandez, a journalist, digs deep to unravel a world which tells us that all
the communities who made the city their home, contributed to it in ways, big
and small. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;They built ponds,
planted trees, identified birds, set up schools, colleges, markets, monuments
and places of worship. Fernandez love for Mumbai is infectious and pleasurable
and readers of all ages are bound to feel that emotion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Excerpt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9TYyE1DCYuCJANZDNYfz-QvUWjoa8SRW4yYcHj2AEyZg4VdRtLuPj0JqzYjduAkKtbszQhDbBjmxJHwO6wzmroLUAy0GkCeGnROFnGPtN23e71GK5UFX1U5YyhI70Gawd37lsyOwUGz7ap2s97F2GBS_RImL-yjnT6iJwbHSVNE9HTpgOeDhxKIO/s880/image002.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;440&quot; data-original-width=&quot;880&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9TYyE1DCYuCJANZDNYfz-QvUWjoa8SRW4yYcHj2AEyZg4VdRtLuPj0JqzYjduAkKtbszQhDbBjmxJHwO6wzmroLUAy0GkCeGnROFnGPtN23e71GK5UFX1U5YyhI70Gawd37lsyOwUGz7ap2s97F2GBS_RImL-yjnT6iJwbHSVNE9HTpgOeDhxKIO/s320/image002.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S for Sion:
Entry point to Bombay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;On a conical
hill in Sion on Salsette Island is a seventeenth-century fort built by the
British forces since the area stood at an important connecting point between
Salsette and Bombay. The fort acted as a vantage point in case enemies decided
to attack the Bombay islands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Name: H for
Heritage Mumbai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Author:
Fiona Fernandez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Publisher:
HarperCollinsChildren’sBooks &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Pages: 103&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Price: Rs
499 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;(This book review was first published by Amritabharati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/4782040286039243267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/05/mumbai-meri-jaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4782040286039243267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/4782040286039243267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/05/mumbai-meri-jaan.html' title='Mumbai Meri Jaan…'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9TYyE1DCYuCJANZDNYfz-QvUWjoa8SRW4yYcHj2AEyZg4VdRtLuPj0JqzYjduAkKtbszQhDbBjmxJHwO6wzmroLUAy0GkCeGnROFnGPtN23e71GK5UFX1U5YyhI70Gawd37lsyOwUGz7ap2s97F2GBS_RImL-yjnT6iJwbHSVNE9HTpgOeDhxKIO/s72-c/image002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-9074225549604749627</id><published>2023-04-29T19:32:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2023-04-29T19:34:10.779+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Man From Motihari"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abdullah Khan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Author Interview"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="George Orwell"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Penguin Random House India"/><title type='text'>In search of his identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Man From Motihari.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-58Dnn1LchBUozVzKVUr1CJ9fbCOnJk92w-rjSn5R2YCAuAyJvwTlm4cODhbA7gNOuqSoAAGJDA2ORMJ4Gqav795Mc6_r-PqsvzvRIuMX3JYdSCbcuTEegLQvOxIAanHR5uRrda0r3r1Jj272wdZI4GHHGrpkUCtuM90fZyaag-zssDhHg0pSSEkZ/s4926/Man%20from%20Motihari%2010MB.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3508&quot; data-original-width=&quot;4926&quot; height=&quot;228&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-58Dnn1LchBUozVzKVUr1CJ9fbCOnJk92w-rjSn5R2YCAuAyJvwTlm4cODhbA7gNOuqSoAAGJDA2ORMJ4Gqav795Mc6_r-PqsvzvRIuMX3JYdSCbcuTEegLQvOxIAanHR5uRrda0r3r1Jj272wdZI4GHHGrpkUCtuM90fZyaag-zssDhHg0pSSEkZ/s320/Man%20from%20Motihari%2010MB.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be far off the mark, if this title reminds you of George Orwell. Eric Arthur Blair, the noted English novelist better known as George Orwell, was born in Motihari. And so was Aslam Sher Khan, the protagonist of &lt;i&gt;A Man From Motihari&lt;/i&gt;. The connection doesn&#39;t end here...Aslam was delivered in the same bungalow where Orwell was born; Aslam&#39;s delivery was aided by a midwife, who was Orwell&#39;s nanny. This &#39;Lady in White&#39; has constant presence in Aslam&#39;s life, something like a talisman.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no, this is not a novel redolent of ghosts stories. Or shall we say it, &lt;i&gt;A Man From Motihari&lt;/i&gt; is not the conventional ghost story. Instead its author Abdullah Khan touches upon the &#39;ghosts&#39; of Babri Masjid, Godhra riots, bomb blasts in Varanasi, the agitation against Citizenship Amendment Act, all seen through the eyes of Aslam Sher Khan, a banker and an aspiring writer from small town India.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khan has deftly woven the past and present of our socio-political fabric and forces us to think on our choices, friendship, patriotism and eventually our identity as a nation. There is no suspense, no smoke screen, but plain speaking which pinches us, when we step into the protagonist&#39;s shoes for a moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interestingly, the author measures Aslam through the eyes of his women characters - Aslam&#39;s wife Heba, his daughter Kainat, his Bhabhi and his friendship turning into love for Jessica. We see Aslam rise, falter and then rise again, allowing the readers to explore his world, free from blinkers. A rare gift that has to be treasured.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: A Man From Motihari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Abdullah Khan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pages: 332&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Publisher: Penguin Random House India&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abdullah Khan&lt;/b&gt; tells us more about&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Man From Motihari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPch33l-MCskXW2pfHS8zY7dsreVa7JabpN02VuxeXVh_G1CTFMDeZzkc9o2bcdhJr6SKzl-PIcIWR9i9qPASaRJvyw3A5ItWxN7rU7tTg5S6f5SQtfYBvVDTZfINJHGJHXe2OsdgRQx2r4ge9SgcMIHRl56Dkibpi-wBi1-cBY_IJjOiM9ApR8MMj/s1280/IMG-20230420-WA0013.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1122&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPch33l-MCskXW2pfHS8zY7dsreVa7JabpN02VuxeXVh_G1CTFMDeZzkc9o2bcdhJr6SKzl-PIcIWR9i9qPASaRJvyw3A5ItWxN7rU7tTg5S6f5SQtfYBvVDTZfINJHGJHXe2OsdgRQx2r4ge9SgcMIHRl56Dkibpi-wBi1-cBY_IJjOiM9ApR8MMj/s320/IMG-20230420-WA0013.jpg&quot; width=&quot;281&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you
think &lt;i&gt;A Man from Motihari&lt;/i&gt; mirrors your struggle when you wrote your first book,
&lt;i&gt;Patna Blues&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Not exactly. But, to a great extent Asalm’s
struggles to get published&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;similar to mine. However, I have given
dramatic twists to certain incidents. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;In &lt;i&gt;A Man from Motihari&lt;/i&gt; you
went a little deep, interpreting the various sects of Islam for the layman. Tell us more about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;No story exists in a vacuum and the
characters are expected to be impacted by the socio-cultural and political
changes taking place around them.&amp;nbsp;Hence, I
decided to include the details about the existing faultlines within Muslim
society, in addition to depicting the contemporary political situation in the
country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have
been away from the small town life for a while now. How do you ensure that when
you are looking back – through the setting of your novels – that you are being
objective and not nostalgic?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I spent the first 25 years of my life in small towns
and villages, and later for almost a decade, as an officer of a public
sector bank, I kept traveling from one small town to another small town across
the country. I am currently based in Mumbai, but I visit my hometown at least
once a year. Thus, I am still connected with my roots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;How was
it to see/write your character through the eyes of women – the midwife,
Aslam’s mother, Heba and Jessica?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Initially, I was scared and didn’t know how to
handle it. But, then, one well known Kenyan writer gave valuable tips and assured
me that I need not worry too much. According to her, the writing process for a
male character and a female character are not different.&amp;nbsp;After all, both are human beings. Plus, my
wife, Tarannum, is always there to share her feedback on the manuscript and
especially on female characters. Wherever Tarannum felt I was going wrong, I
made changes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which of
George Orwell’s works resonates with you the most? And, what would he think
about your book?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I loved all his novels and non-fiction works. But,
my most favourites are &lt;i&gt;Burmese Days&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; Animal Farm &lt;/i&gt;in the fiction category.
Among non-fiction, I liked &lt;i&gt;Homage is Catalonia&lt;/i&gt;, Orwell’s account of the
Spanish civil war, the most. I believe that Orwell would have liked my attempt
to address the issue of identities and marginalisation through my novels. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally,
did Covid have a role to play in the writing of this novel? How did you deal
with it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;





































&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;During the pandemic, I was too disturbed to write
anything significant. A couple of tragedies in my family kept me preoccupied
mentally and I could not write much. This novel was written in 2021 and I took
less than eight months to finish it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/9074225549604749627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/04/in-search-of-his-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/9074225549604749627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/9074225549604749627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/04/in-search-of-his-identity.html' title='In search of his identity'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-58Dnn1LchBUozVzKVUr1CJ9fbCOnJk92w-rjSn5R2YCAuAyJvwTlm4cODhbA7gNOuqSoAAGJDA2ORMJ4Gqav795Mc6_r-PqsvzvRIuMX3JYdSCbcuTEegLQvOxIAanHR5uRrda0r3r1Jj272wdZI4GHHGrpkUCtuM90fZyaag-zssDhHg0pSSEkZ/s72-c/Man%20from%20Motihari%2010MB.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-8455072159597275252</id><published>2023-01-11T18:19:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2023-01-18T12:07:31.564+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bena&#39;s Summer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children&#39;s Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shibal Bhartiya"/><title type='text'>Summer’s song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;(This book review was first written for Amritabharati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Summer’s Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMQui7NqEyE7_CxCk9bg_DsNmkO47c0wqlYdvetN3tFO42Nl5qEaYH6gQwNGB7OAkf_FEVPE9nzpwBx5FbmHGN2EKpfDcyo7wfTVEKfVd37RdiNEtf523wdwOJS20U7u727P9JSyD98tiR1yiQATvEEvqsq1610yd7q4rFl9gfbj2XIZkyKk845YK/s1360/Bena&#39;s%20Summer.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1360&quot; data-original-width=&quot;880&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMQui7NqEyE7_CxCk9bg_DsNmkO47c0wqlYdvetN3tFO42Nl5qEaYH6gQwNGB7OAkf_FEVPE9nzpwBx5FbmHGN2EKpfDcyo7wfTVEKfVd37RdiNEtf523wdwOJS20U7u727P9JSyD98tiR1yiQATvEEvqsq1610yd7q4rFl9gfbj2XIZkyKk845YK/s320/Bena&#39;s%20Summer.jpg&quot; width=&quot;207&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;Title: Bena’s Summer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;Author: Shibal Bhartiya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;Pages: 247&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;Publisher: HarperCollinsChildren’s Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;From its
first page, Bena’s Summer draws you into a world that is fast fading away -- of
innocence, believing in and doing the good, trust and happiness. The story is a
visual treat of a summer that promises fun with cousins, climbing trees, eating
raw mangoes and reveling in the pleasure of having outsmarted elders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Set
somewhere in the 80s, Bena’s Summer travels to Gaya in Bihar, where her paternal
relatives stay in Altamash Manzil and later to Sultanpur, Uttar Pradesh, where
her maternal grandparents and aunt live. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A largely autbobiographical story of Shibal
Bhartiya, her protagonist Bena or Benzair Altamash is a precocious eight-year-old.
Bena is generous to a fault and believes in the goodness of all; sometimes she
does stumble and makes an unkind remark, but apologises straight from the heart
when she realises her mistake. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The idyll
charm of Bena’s vacation is disrupted by unsavoury episodes which are a test of
everyone’s faith. Yet everyone rises to the occasion, notwithstanding a heart
break and broken limb or two. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Bena’s
Summer is a modern tale of family quibbles, holding on to traditions, social
niceties, friends and neighbours turning overnight into foes, frayed
socio-political fabric and how it could be set correct. All you need is faith and
a ramrod spine to side with the right. Benazir Altamash has it in plenty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Excerpt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;What’s
wrong, Bibbi Khala, a scared Bena asked. Meer huddled into his mother’s lap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Your Baba’s
train hasn’t reached Patna yet, and Mama is worried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Mama, Baba
said he won’t reach till 4 pm, said Bena, it’s only noon! Yes, said Mama. He
should be almost out of the zone now, Mama said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Yes, of
course Baji, said Bibbi Khala. Let’s all pray, Mama suggested.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Bena was
shocked. She had never seen her mom pray. Like ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/8455072159597275252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/01/summers-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/8455072159597275252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/8455072159597275252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/01/summers-song.html' title='Summer’s song'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMQui7NqEyE7_CxCk9bg_DsNmkO47c0wqlYdvetN3tFO42Nl5qEaYH6gQwNGB7OAkf_FEVPE9nzpwBx5FbmHGN2EKpfDcyo7wfTVEKfVd37RdiNEtf523wdwOJS20U7u727P9JSyD98tiR1yiQATvEEvqsq1610yd7q4rFl9gfbj2XIZkyKk845YK/s72-c/Bena&#39;s%20Summer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-8574208083145003519</id><published>2023-01-11T18:13:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2023-01-11T18:13:42.390+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children&#39;s Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saira Zariwala is Afraid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shabnam Minwalla"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thriller"/><title type='text'>Right there…behind you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;(This book review was first written for Amritabharati)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XTbX8aj0jBvn3tIu0xTwtaNpV50Ye973XLq5qPcNkQBspMoGPY-YnQrdiAJGlrJ-VQZ0ExM7nCE9Qz67NMaLkNEHdyFIIYQ-UeOwJfjpMCvirYgHHu-k_k4wBUIh5047W4mPnXJmRzXj71zp6PkzYt1QHJO9vSeI79v8QP1Q2sDW2e-G1397k85s/s1360/Saira%20Zariwala%20is%20Afraid.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1360&quot; data-original-width=&quot;880&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XTbX8aj0jBvn3tIu0xTwtaNpV50Ye973XLq5qPcNkQBspMoGPY-YnQrdiAJGlrJ-VQZ0ExM7nCE9Qz67NMaLkNEHdyFIIYQ-UeOwJfjpMCvirYgHHu-k_k4wBUIh5047W4mPnXJmRzXj71zp6PkzYt1QHJO9vSeI79v8QP1Q2sDW2e-G1397k85s/s320/Saira%20Zariwala%20is%20Afraid.jpg&quot; width=&quot;207&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Saira Zariwala is Afraid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Shabnam Minwalla&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages: &lt;/b&gt;352&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; HarperCollins Children’s Book&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right
there…behind you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;An ordinary
school girl’s life gets enmeshed with wannabe stars, the rich and happening set
of Mumbai and the result is an edge-of-the-seat whodunit murder mystery. Saira
Zariwala gets a silver iphone for her 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, but her
excitement is elbowed out when she realises that her mobile number previously
belonged to one Akaash and all the messages that pour in are for him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;‘Who is
Akaash and where is he?’ Saira wonders as the evil forces quickly zero in on
the teenager, who at first, is clueless about her role in the scheme of things.
Saira’s history of panic attacks, protective parents, her outwardly cool but
watchful elder brother, and a set of school friends and frenenemies keep the plot
churning &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;in Saira Zariwala is Afraid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;The book
teems with characters, but not one is ‘unnecessary’ in terms of plotline. They
all add to the atmospherics of the story and succeed in creating the scary,
spooky adventure. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Saira Zariwala is
Afraid&lt;/i&gt;, which won the Atta Galata, Bangalore Lit Fest’s Best Young Adult
Book 2021, gives us a peek into the pressures and insecurities that the
youngsters these days deal with and how they try to stay afloat. It also has
its sweet and laugh out loud moments with the author, Shabnam Minwalla,
capturing the banter of school kids through her writing. All in all, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Saira Zariwala is Afraid&lt;/i&gt; is an unputdownable
book. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: red; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Excerpt &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: red; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I don’t know
what came first – the fear or the footsteps. But suddenly, I realised two
things. That somebody was watching me intently. And that someone was walking
towards me from behind. I glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw two
figures looming in my direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/8574208083145003519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/01/right-therebehind-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/8574208083145003519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/8574208083145003519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2023/01/right-therebehind-you.html' title='Right there…behind you'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XTbX8aj0jBvn3tIu0xTwtaNpV50Ye973XLq5qPcNkQBspMoGPY-YnQrdiAJGlrJ-VQZ0ExM7nCE9Qz67NMaLkNEHdyFIIYQ-UeOwJfjpMCvirYgHHu-k_k4wBUIh5047W4mPnXJmRzXj71zp6PkzYt1QHJO9vSeI79v8QP1Q2sDW2e-G1397k85s/s72-c/Saira%20Zariwala%20is%20Afraid.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-6109462941450531472</id><published>2022-03-29T18:39:00.007+06:00</published><updated>2022-07-19T19:34:48.435+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Author"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deepa Agarwal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pandemic"/><title type='text'>&#39;Not be able to write the books you had longed to...&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Three years to the coronavirus pandemic and lockdown has taught us all many a lesson, that (hopefully) will not be forgotten in a hurry. Amidst all the changes that we have lived through -- WFH to WFA, hybrid work models, &#39;new normal&#39;, and connecting with almost the entire world online -- here are some stories of how those in the creative field plodded on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s a series with authors and artists on how the virus affected their productivity. We start off with Deepa Agarwal, a prolific writer, poet, who has written for children and adults. Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHs7v11Z1P_6JbsYkrnoyyE_akQ-Yn_H4WZbP4wjkErVpBcGVBB2rE92B-cFcJRZooVih_uCMnv-ZPIyt3hp6HqcpsLGyYg1q_bhOuNP3O9TTBqnEMB2R8qzDg8pw29bcRJSP9Y_emQOV7cEbUDmwpR8QETjPNobKL-fYavOnEDvK4rKslbMg-8DA5/s4995/IMG_9490.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;4995&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3628&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHs7v11Z1P_6JbsYkrnoyyE_akQ-Yn_H4WZbP4wjkErVpBcGVBB2rE92B-cFcJRZooVih_uCMnv-ZPIyt3hp6HqcpsLGyYg1q_bhOuNP3O9TTBqnEMB2R8qzDg8pw29bcRJSP9Y_emQOV7cEbUDmwpR8QETjPNobKL-fYavOnEDvK4rKslbMg-8DA5/s320/IMG_9490.jpg&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;Many publishing
houses hosted interactive online sessions to connect readers with their
authors. How was your experience?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;There were several requests from publishers for
sessions with schools and on social media like Facebook and Insta Live
interviews. There were also requests for pre recorded videos. Not only
publishers but other writers, book stores, reading groups and various
organisations and individuals contacted me. Schools too, requested workshops
and author interactions on their own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Personally, I prefer a face-to-face session
with kids since you can connect better. However, it was the only possibility at
this time and as an author I was conscious of the necessity to stay engaged
with my audience. It was a mixed experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Some sessions were excellent, in
others the teachers were not able to control the kids, which is understandable
or there were technical issues. In the social media sessions, the audience
varied. Often there was a combination of children and adults, so the comments varied
too. The one advantage I found was that it was possible to reach out to a much
larger audience and since some of the videos were put up on You Tube it was
possible for interested people to find them later at leisure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;But I must
mention that there were issues concerning the honorarium writers usually
receive. Some schools did not want to pay even a token amount or made promises
to prescribe books for supplementary readers which they did not fulfil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could you manage to
stick to your writing routine during the lockdowns and unlocking period?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It was extremely
hard. When the lockdown began, I was faced with the deadline for my book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Kashmir!
Kashmir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt; and had to force myself to get on with it. After the manuscript
was submitted, I could not think of starting another book but making videos
turned out to be a stress buster in an odd way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Then I decided to compile my collection
of poetry for adults which had been getting postponed and that brought some
sense of accomplishment because the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Forgotten Kaleidoscopes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt; was
eventually published last year. As a writer who is constantly working on
something or the other, it was demoralising for me to experience this kind of
block, particularly because at my age you are conscious of the passage of time
and the fact that you might leave incomplete manuscripts behind and not be able
to write the books you had longed to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;After I got Covid it was worse because it
took a long time to recover the energy to sit at my desk and my output remained
very low. I still haven’t been able to return to my old routine but have learnt
to be grateful that I am still writing, though slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would covid and the
dystopian reality we lived through find their way in some of your work at some
point?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It definitely will.
I do have one short story on the lockdown in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Kashmir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Kashmir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;!
and have made some outlines for others. Some writers managed to produce
excellent work during the epidemic, but it has been difficult for me. I need to
distance myself to get the right perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-IN&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you write for
yourself during these three years to seek hope or introspect?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-IN&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;&quot;&gt;Well, most of my
writing is actually for myself, even if I put it out in the world. When I was
able to write, it was a way of coping with the all-pervasive anxiety. My poetry
helped me to introspect and writing at least one story with a happy ending
enabled me to hang on to hope for an end to this nightmare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: -0.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Were your views of
the health or human crisis in conflict as a writer and as a common person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-IN&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;&quot;&gt;These two parts of
me are inseparable. However, when writing for children you do tend to tone down
some of your stronger views or harsher judgements. At the same time, these will
find their way into my writing for adults.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-IN&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/6109462941450531472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2022/03/not-be-able-to-write-books-you-had.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/6109462941450531472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/6109462941450531472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2022/03/not-be-able-to-write-books-you-had.html' title='&#39;Not be able to write the books you had longed to...&#39;'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHs7v11Z1P_6JbsYkrnoyyE_akQ-Yn_H4WZbP4wjkErVpBcGVBB2rE92B-cFcJRZooVih_uCMnv-ZPIyt3hp6HqcpsLGyYg1q_bhOuNP3O9TTBqnEMB2R8qzDg8pw29bcRJSP9Y_emQOV7cEbUDmwpR8QETjPNobKL-fYavOnEDvK4rKslbMg-8DA5/s72-c/IMG_9490.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-405281701294364968</id><published>2021-03-11T18:22:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2022-07-21T18:15:47.338+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kashmir"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scholastic"/><title type='text'>Kashmir! Kashmir!:  Tales that will make you empathise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambika Shaligram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Is there a kid in your class who has a natural aptitude for running? Well, Zainab would be happy to meet them, to pick a tip or two. You see, Zainab has done her school proud by winning a race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And, then there is Bashir, who is pro at football, looking forward to his next match. Bet, you have another friend who is equally good at the sport. Oh yes, you should meet Rehman too, who might not be good at cricket like his friends. But he is at home on a sled, racing far ahead of his friends on the snow laden hilly tracks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Maryam is inquisitive, always ready to talk and ask questions. Anam is a little shy, but has a way with words, the written, of course. Sajid wants to be something else, not a salesman, like his father. For the life of him, Sajid can&#39;t press upon the visitors to Dal Lake to buy pretty stuff. It is necessary, how else will they earn their livelihood, his father tries to impress upon Sajid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeKG2mlrFCdhFeo0-Q6LQrAMEavy_nu4Ya_hX3Pj6h4c9NeTlT_MfS17ZZB1dj5cZIXMXpTW5bxTJl2KcVBtrL_44cSMuaneL6hyk35NPjNbkQWKbyEe0Sq5FyyhuESvuQYoV56TgIJI/s2048/Kashmir+Kashmir_final+front.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2048&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1324&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeKG2mlrFCdhFeo0-Q6LQrAMEavy_nu4Ya_hX3Pj6h4c9NeTlT_MfS17ZZB1dj5cZIXMXpTW5bxTJl2KcVBtrL_44cSMuaneL6hyk35NPjNbkQWKbyEe0Sq5FyyhuESvuQYoV56TgIJI/s320/Kashmir+Kashmir_final+front.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These kids, alongwith a few others, feature in a clutch of nine stories written by Deepa Agarwal in her latest book, &lt;i&gt;Kashmir! Kashmir! &lt;/i&gt;Published by Scholastic India, the book paints Kashmir in colours of saffron spice, weaves of kani shawl, rogan josh, and apples, presenting to the readers a culture that is not widely known. We know Kashmir through the news -- of&amp;nbsp; militancy, stone pelters, low internet connectivity, abrogation of Article 370, closure of schools. All of this is all covered in &lt;i&gt;Kashmir! Kashmir!&lt;/i&gt; But the twist lies in the tales, each one achingly poignant, the characters who we hope to meet someday in flesh and blood when we travel next to the region are a testimony to Agarwal&#39;s empathetic writing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The elements of spirits, of thrill, fear, shame, love and longing have been superbly crafted into the stories by Agarwal and they linger on long after we have finished reading the stories, because we all have touched base with these emotions at some point in our lives and come out stronger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Agarwal, who has written over 50 books for both adults and children, has written this one for children and teenagers. But like all good books, &lt;i&gt;Kashmir! Kashmir! &lt;/i&gt;transcends categories and labels and is bound to touch a chord with the adults too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Name: &lt;i&gt;Kashmir! Kashmir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Author: Deepa Agarwal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Publisher: Scholastic India&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Pages: 136&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/405281701294364968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2021/03/kashmir-kashmir-tales-that-will-make.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/405281701294364968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/405281701294364968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2021/03/kashmir-kashmir-tales-that-will-make.html' title='Kashmir! 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It tosses you around, lets you simmer a bit, and sets you out on a plate to chew and ruminate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There&#39;s Reshma Talwar, who loves her Butter Chicken, but in her heart she&#39;s afraid of being called the &lt;i&gt;gori moti bhains&lt;/i&gt;, a scar from her teenage years. JJ or Juhi Jha, on the other hand, easily tucks into large quantities of food, stays back late in office because the company picks up food tab if you stay back beyond the prescribed hours for work reasons. She knows hunger and intimately so, scrounging off pots for the last grain of rice or trying to hide a roti in her &lt;i&gt;salwar&lt;/i&gt;, away from the males in the family who dig in their meals for second and third helping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, then there is Leela Lakshmi, who has lot on her plate. An abusive father, an abusive relationship, from which she has tenaciously build a happy life for her daughter, Nani or Nayanika and herself. They are well-fed, but Leela never knows when she has to fall back on her Plan Z, if she is unable to retain her freelance assignment with Royal Foods via DreamCom. She is handling the communications brief for DreamCom whose biggest and oldest client is Royal Foods. All the three protagonists live and work in Bengaluru.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The three are work colleagues, with Reshma being the marketing lead for McMaster&#39;s Consultants, which is advising Royal Foods on where they are going wrong. Juhi is the trainee at DreamCom and is working closely with Leela. Kieren Warrior, a desi from America and Reshma&#39;s boss, who has gone vegetarian in India, completes the table.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, food is only one of the ingredient that goes into making of &lt;i&gt;Girls and the City&lt;/i&gt;. The title definitely has a recall value (we are not saying which one) and may pass off as a generic at first. It&#39;s only later when the background stories of the characters interfere with their present, that you realise that all the little, big secrets that the girls are harbouring, could be your or mine stories. We all have come from different towns and tier-two cities to a metro city, to prove a mark, to climb a social or corporate ladder, to escape guilt...to find peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if the girls from Unnao had lived? Would they have become Juhi, who is mocked as &lt;i&gt;gori ganwar &lt;/i&gt;in her office? In the book, Juhi hails from Unnao. Reshma&#39;s father has been murdered and Leela is braving all stigmas that a single woman/parent faces. Their stories stem from the headlines of our newspapers...of gangrape, abuse, bullying, sexually molested, preyed upon in office. That&#39;s what makes Reshma, Juhi and Leela are real. And, their experiences in Bengaluru, in fact it could be any city, become unpalatable for the readers at times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg250m-9s2zC-Im6L44zivMYpAdWZ5eTa5lK6I4mpR2CMjKvci-l_M7cOCilzvQYYeb3ZrFiRz5q6H9ZrbaSRZ1PHVccxAznDNH2dcMpQUPuQHxAZN38zwnvsTCsYpBfREyJuwtZ7duhM/s2048/Girls+and+the+City.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2048&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1335&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg250m-9s2zC-Im6L44zivMYpAdWZ5eTa5lK6I4mpR2CMjKvci-l_M7cOCilzvQYYeb3ZrFiRz5q6H9ZrbaSRZ1PHVccxAznDNH2dcMpQUPuQHxAZN38zwnvsTCsYpBfREyJuwtZ7duhM/s320/Girls+and+the+City.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Girls and the City&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Manreet Sodhi Someshwar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; HarperCollins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 351&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; Rs 399&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/feeds/3071980072409278049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2021/03/girls-and-city-dishing-out-unpalatable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/3071980072409278049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4881149883656201598/posts/default/3071980072409278049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsmith-hopscotch.blogspot.com/2021/03/girls-and-city-dishing-out-unpalatable.html' title='Girls and the City: Dishing out unpalatable truth'/><author><name>Ambika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155706435786855522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHk1Wieb-B2YChpiRbGOC-2EMgs-HEdojIaEcEsl8epKjvTNWzyIhFsR0ckUEMqx_wTpqU43gZ349CnjfOS9cQy_PMfYKYxuErF3WoxENYBJFylfNFarB_KjDfNM8zwlA/s113/IMG_4772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg250m-9s2zC-Im6L44zivMYpAdWZ5eTa5lK6I4mpR2CMjKvci-l_M7cOCilzvQYYeb3ZrFiRz5q6H9ZrbaSRZ1PHVccxAznDNH2dcMpQUPuQHxAZN38zwnvsTCsYpBfREyJuwtZ7duhM/s72-c/Girls+and+the+City.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4881149883656201598.post-5308649640293416406</id><published>2021-01-14T11:22:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2021-03-12T18:17:40.512+06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books"/><title type='text'>There is something more to Ruby Rauf </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18.6667px;&quot;&gt;By Ambika Shaligram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWa1c1tJ0wxNphRrtM70q86H02Tfp1v21LYY0EAYtmGF8aHvV2_kvvVth3_NU4iYmKQ8EGeRLc8WYhQQHoH2aFx6DOVvRMv8DV35hCmjHq4JEVLkAryCBV9JfwBNWcvwAARJKXo5TkwCw/s502/image001.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;502&quot; data-original-width=&quot;308&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWa1c1tJ0wxNphRrtM70q86H02Tfp1v21LYY0EAYtmGF8aHvV2_kvvVth3_NU4iYmKQ8EGeRLc8WYhQQHoH2aFx6DOVvRMv8DV35hCmjHq4JEVLkAryCBV9JfwBNWcvwAARJKXo5TkwCw/w216-h320/image001.jpg&quot; width=&quot;216&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; The Impeccable Integrity of Ruby R&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;Moni Mohsin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher:&lt;/b&gt; Penguin Random House India&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 19.9733px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pages:&lt;/b&gt; 276&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;It’s very
easy to assume that Moni Mohsin’s latest work, &lt;i&gt;The Impeccable Integrity of Ruby
R&lt;/i&gt; has no surprises. On the surface, Ruby Rauf comes across as a familiar
character, a person we know. One who has aimed high, but inevitably has her
fall from grace. An industrious student studying in London, Ruby is working
hard towards her Master’s degree so that she can grab a job back home in
Pakistan and lead a comfortable life which was snatched from her and her mother,
when her father passed away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;In London, she
happens to attend a speech by Saif Haq, a has-been actor, who is testing waters
in Pakistan&#39;s politics. He still has charisma, good looks and convinces Ruby into
quitting her degree and returning home to work as the social media manager for
his political party, Integrity. Of course there are other compelling reasons
for Ruby taking up the offer, which everyone in the subcontinent can relate to,
especially those who have no access to power, to correct the wrongs done to
them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;That’s how
Ruby starts out, earnestly believing that Saif can and would be a harbinger of
change. Slowly but surely Ruby changes hues, coming to believe that the end
justifies the means. She acquires predatory wings, swooping down on those who
try to mock/question Saif on social media. This is where The Impeccable
Integrity…scores. The conflicts, the chasm and the hope harboured by the masses
described by Mohsin in the book are not unfamiliar. It’s easier to draw
comparisons to what is happening in our country; the devouts vs the questioners/non-believers,
patriots vs betrayers that one encounters while navigating the moral and
political minefield on Twitter and elsewhere on social media. Unless we are a
troll ourselves, we can only haphazard how the troll and abuse machinery works.
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Written with
a light yet witty approach by Mohsin, known for her popular&lt;i&gt; Butterfly series&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The
Impeccable Integrity of Ruby Rauf&lt;/i&gt; makes sense of the world that is manipulated
by political machinery. It is cleverly written and there is something more to
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