Pedro Paramo

 

When you are left all alone,

You Search for your Father,

In Distant Lands

As per your Mothers Wish.

In this Journey back in time,

You Slip into the past to

Land on a Swamp of Memories  

Of The Living and Dead.

The Living murmur and complain,

The Dead Snide with the Past,

You Converse with Men, Women

And Empty Spaces Alike.

Relentless Winds Swirl Us Twigs,

Rain pelts Our puddles at each step.

Sun Vanishes like the Light of Our rooms.

The Moistly Smite Leaves Us Dry.

As you Open the Doors

Of the Ruined Ancient Earth and See

The Abandoned Houses and Things,

No One ever Came Back to take.

In their awe and Angst alike,

They tell you a Story of a Man,

Who made them Paupers and Beggars,

Man who wanted their Entire Earth.

Man who made their predicament must suffer,

Time has its Revelries of No Sensibilities.

Revenge of the Anguished Muted Rejoices

They Suffered, Alone, bearing and remembered,

When they Called Out for help,

Man Walked past their Cries,

Father Walked past to his Church.

God Walked past Watching it all.

The Dhoni Touch

Good book with collection of fond remembrances of Dhoni by people close to him. Most of them, almost all are in awe with him, they throw us a light on grounded nature of his personality and also his unique way of doing things he wants to do.

Almost all the anecdotes and remembrance are adulatory. Author has set out to unravel the pieces that make up the enigma of Dhoni but one must say he has only partially succeeded.

Recollecting, One can say, 

Dhoni had a set of things to be done in the mind very early and set out to do the same in a studious unique hardworking fashion without letting the feedbacks and Validation very much affect him.

He seems more of a humble doer even calibrates as much to celebrate the best of his achievements in an understated manner.

He has tremendous knowledge about the things that interest him and he keeps himself updated with keen observation.

He doesn't declare anywhere that he is the Leader but shows the way in such a fashion that those under him readily understand that he is a Leader and Naturally align to him without much words spoken.

மிர்தாதின் புத்தகம்

 

Tejo Tungabhadra

Novel is translated in very elegant easy prose, so easy I thought will it it turn out to be one of those template novels. Thankfully it is not. Novel has certain degree of depth.

Material awareness exhibited through out the novel makes the novel trustworthy. Historical Persons and Historical events finds their place in the novel seamlessly without any desparation. Ordinary common lives intersect with historical events and Famous Persons. Ordinary common people had to bear the prison of times they had lived and we get a lively moving story happening during the early part of the sixteenth century. Many tiny details educate and surprise us throughout the course of the novel.

Though prisoners of time, Novel s Lead characters exhibit extraordinary common sense and the conversations teem with sufficient philosophical moorings on Life as a whole. Each common man has his own struggle and their view of life which gets articulated as the novel marches back and forth from portugal, From across the seas to Indian coasts and Vijayanagara Empire and beyond.

Qualms, yes, Novel lacks overarching vision or subtext. Tyranny of Business and Religion across vastly different regions gets overstated whereas the Love Story Strand meets a Meek end.

Good Read.

Jazz

 

Coolie

 

A Hero from the past,

Living in the simplest of Empires,

Amongst his forgotten Soldiers.

A Distress call from distant lands

Memories of Lifetime spring back.

Hand from the past bids us to into 

The World of Our Hero, 

His Tropes and Our Day Dreams Completing each other.

From the annals of their Sufferings 

To Face the rich 

A Gallant Parable of the Poor

Repeats and goes like this

"Rich Strand the poor with their deceit

 Unsurmountable Suffering 

Finds its way out with Belligerent Bravery

An Act of Desperate Violence 

Warning call to the Rich, 

A Momentary assertion

Of Poor Man's Fiefdom.

Each year a Show where

Rich lick their wounds 

Poor its day dreams"

Many Promises to Many Friends

Many Revenges for the near and dear

Many Sacrifices Many Sermons

Many Jokes and Many Dance Steps

Reel and Real fling each other 

These verses of Stone.

With those etchings of the past

We Arrive at Today.

Where,

Bad is the Rich 

Rich is the Power

Power is the Virtue 

Virtue is the Burden 

Good help the Bad

To wipe out the Meek and Wronged

Rich mix the Good 

With the Bad to enjoy

The fruits of both.

A Dichotomy Long gone,

Poor can chose to be 

An Ant or A Fly or A Rat 

They grope into the Oblivion,

Waiting for the Rich to haul them

Into Many pools of horrific choices.

In This,

Real hero is one who tries 

To disentangle himself 

From the mesh of the Rich and the Bad

So tightly woven around his Daily Bread.

He looks up the Screen for a Solace,

To see His Hero warn at the Neo Rich

Using his same Older Wit,

Words Unchanged across decades

Tribute or a Farce

Sighs and Believes,

Sighs and Disbelieves 

Garnish this Thoroughly Beautiful Spectacle

An Aesthete's Delight which

Shines like a Tribute

Repeats like a Farce.

பால்சாக்

பால்சாக்கின் இரண்டு கதைகள்

நாத்திகனின் பிரார்த்தனை மற்றும் விடுபட்டவன்

வம்சி வெளியீடு , பிரவீன் துளசி மொழிபெயர்ப்பு 

மிகுந்த தாக்கத்தை ஏற்படுத்திய கதைகள், மிகவும் உணர்ச்சிபூர்வமாக அமைந்த கதைகள். 

இறை உணர்வின் அத்தனை தளங்களையும் "நாத்திகனின் பிரார்த்தனை" தொட்டு செல்கிறது என்றால் உயிர் வாழ்தலின் அத்தனை தளங்களையும் தொட்டு செல்லும் கதை "விடுபட்டவன்"

மீண்டும் மீண்டும் நினைவு கூற , பகிர்ந்து உரைக்க தூண்டும் சிறந்த கதைகள் இவை.

City of Djinns - Delhi