Books 2014:The Bridges of Madison County by Robert James Waller

This book at first, made for a simple afternoon read with all the beautiful imagery of the country side America. One can go on reveling in the images and indulge in its beauty for a long time. But even as one enjoys the loveliness there hangs about in every page, that intense darkness that only a love gone wrong can produce. Robert James Waller knows his art and well.

And at times one cannot be wrong in wondering if he knew it too well. The novel’s minimalistic grandeur shines bright in less than two hundred pages. In a small country side, a marvelous, charismatic man and a beautiful, sweet married woman fall in love passionately. That’s the story in a nutshell. But Robert’s artistry paints a prismatic picture with pretty much that simple, plain prism of a plot.

It wouldn’t be too fair to call it a plot either. As already mentioned, the writer was definitely writing about something too close to him. This can be gleaned from the fact he was a photographer and musician himself.

This book seen from a critical perspective passes off unscathed for Robert’s writing is fresh and free of mulled crafting techniques. But the story in my opinion walks on a tight rope running the risk of toppling completely over to the side of adultery. The author very strategically gives a disclaimer of sorts right at the beginning, masked in sugar glaze, describing the world as a place full of callous, ungentle people. He writes:

“If however, you approach what follows with a willing suspension of disbelief, as Coleridge put it, I am confident you will experience what I have experienced. In the indifferent spaces of your heart, you may even find, as Francesca Johnson did, room to dance again”

His craft is quite remarkable in that this little prologue cum disclaimer actually fits the bill. And it is the craft alone that I take away from this book, for story didn’t impress me much. Robert Kincaid, the wild and free photographer and philosopher of sorts is nonetheless one of the most charismatic characters ever written but does he truly find a place in the hearts of all readers?

Though the book claims to be a marvelous love story and has been accepted as one, it is not completely be justified. For what is there to be sympathized with a woman with a bad fate and no control over herself. As far as is evident from the story, Robert Kincaid, Francesca’s wild secret, himself seems to sympathize a lot with her dull life. Again, as the plot is prismatic, it depends on the angle at which it is viewed. It is interesting however to note the general the view the world had taken.

Of course, here the question is of good old morality which turned shapeless long time ago. But one can hopefully wish it still lurks deep down in the foundations of society and thereby, certainly in the hearts of some readers.

Agreed, her husband was a poor platonic lover in the twentieth century and not as dashing as the wise and wild Kincaid. But, can we truly accept this super dooper glorification of the passionate one week holiday of Francesca and Kincaid?

As a person who questions relentlessly the unquestionable only to receive unpalatable answers from society- no. And as a person who marvels at the clever craft of a writer, this one was certainly worth its salt. On a concluding note, the book is indeed of one of those controversial themes but lucky enough to be brought to light at a time such the nineties.


The New Year Post: Wishes, Resolutions, Some gyan, Books to read this month

Happy New Year Folks! Hope y’all have a fantastic year, twenty fourteen! 😀

Come New Year and everyone starts making those little personal and not so personal resolutions. I am not going to debate about it, for I have accepted human kind for what it is and most importantly its typical specimen- ME 😉

But I can always safely share with you some goals I’ve set for myself. I also happen to know really well that human kind’s got no time today to read a huge essay about my goals. So here’s a little list of those not-so-personal things I want to accomplish this year(in no particular order)

? Write THAT novel!

? Blog once every WEEK!

? Be more PRO social media and have fun!

? Read 30 books (Thank you. I know. I appreciate that you are a pragmatic little fellow Earthling too ^-^)

? INDULGE less in those guilty pleasures( 😦 And, don’t ask what. I ain’t gonna let anyone know THAT!! Except maybe when I’m 80 and famous and people really badly want an autobiography)

? Try new things. Feel liberated.

I have my fingers crossed about all this happening given the calls of the hectic second decade of the 21st century life(That should explain the choice of bulleting style, dear Reader) I don’t know if you’ve realized but it just dawned on me that my list sort of resembles a very possible list by a wrinkled, warm septuagenarian. And let me tell you I have ten more than two scores to get there!

Anyway, some of us are like that. We value these little things in life a lot more than others and it gives us joy unspeakable when we can steal some time off our busy schedules to enjoy them.

If you are a little hesitant about taking the step yourself I advise you to introspect a bit about it this year. After all, “What is this life if full of care”. Good old Davies is a comfort and inspiration any time of your life. As are the Brontes, Alcott, Dickens, Austen, Shakespeare, Longfellow, Gaskett, Frost… So make it a point to read this year folks. It’s the best thing you can do for yourself in my opinion.

I’m done now, being the responsible fellow Earthling sharing with all you wonderful people some thoughts I felt worth spreading on New Year’s Day.

In other news, I hit the library first thing after my prayers to grab some reads to keep be pleasantly occupied this lovely January. My haul consists of a book I’m super excited to read, a book I’ve been meaning to read for two years, a book I think I’ll thoroughly enjoy and a book by an author with a magical bent of writing.

Here they are, in the order introduced above.

~The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet by Collen McCullough ~If It is Sweet by Mridula Koshy ~ The Bridges of Madison County by Robert James Waller ~ The Gift by Cecelia Ahern

~The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet by Collen McCullough
~If It is Sweet by Mridula Koshy
~ The Bridges of Madison County by Robert James Waller
~ The Gift by Cecelia Ahern

I have a thing for design and embellishments. Though I don’t chose my books by their covers I can’t help but admire and fawn over  pretty looking covers. Would you look at the cover of the The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet! It’s just too pretty, and I’m sure I’m going to keep turning over to the cover every now and then as I read!

~The pretty front cover of The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet. For those of you acquainted with the Bennets, I wonder when plain Mary turned so dashing! Maybe McCullough will be able to explain! ^-^

~The pretty front cover of The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet. For those of you acquainted with the Bennets, I wonder when plain Mary turned so dashing! Maybe McCullough will be able to explain! ^-^

Alright lovely people, enjoy your New Year Celebrations, stay safe, stay happy, keep reading, keep visiting my blog! 🙂

P.S: If you have been a long time follower of my writing from my previous blogs too and if you are wondering at this rather flippant style of writing, blame the cheesy old Mr. Betteredge from The Moonstone.

Dicovering Translated works

I somehow never got around to reading translations much. It was something I had given very little thought to. But strangely, I just realized that there’s always a copy of one translated work on my desk. It is a book I go to whenever I have a hard time whipping my wild side down. Bhagavad Gita by Mani Rao has been with me for about two years now and I have found utmost solace from its substance.


But I have been completely blind to the fact that it is a translation and by far the best one I’ve ever read. While I did love it for it was I never really gave it credit for the kind of quality it has as a translation. The Bhagavad Gita, the mammoth dialogue between the charismatic super hero Lord Krishna and his friend and warrior in distress, offers a highly spiritual path to success and mental peace to those will read with open mind. It is a bundle of lessons, a wonderful poem captured live while Krishna advises his friend Arjuna, in 18 chapters. And translating it into an easily readable form for today’s audience isn’t easy at all.

And this is exactly what Mani Rao has done. I love the fresh presentation of the Gita yet it encompasses the crux of the matter. What is even more striking is the fact that even after reading it over and over it still appeals to me. The most important words are strung together in a certain way for impact and as it turns out that is exactly what a reader of today needs as a go-to after a taxing and strenuous day. Mani Rao tells that this is a deliberate effort and I commend on this novelty of thought. It is certainly not easy to translate The Gita and in a completely new format too. So, I am so happy to own a copy of this book though it is quite appalling on my side to have not acknowledged this earlier! I guess we do take things that we have very close to us for granted.

And this got me thinking about uncovering more translations that are out there. Being a non-native English speaker and writer, this makes a lot of sense and again I really wish this had occurred to my mish-mashy head sooner. It would definitely be a whole new experience reading about the native in a foreign language and I am excited about what all I will uncover. It is quite strange that I should discover my own nativity through a second eye but that’s how it is right. The world is one global village and the love of my life, English rules the roost for many a reason. The popular Indian journalist, Barkha Dutt once remarked that we do indeed dream in English and I couldn’t agree more. For I grew up with Heidi in the mountains of Swiss and loathed her fresh cheese and milk as while I had my everyday Indian breakfasts just as any kid in an English country would have.

When I started out writing stories I always a faced grave problem while naming my characters. I wondered how I should name my characters. I suppose a bit of the identity crisis in me just popped out during those times. However that stage has passed thankfully and I can now safely name my characters as the plot requires.

And as I typed this post, I also remembered how much I enjoyed reading No one writes to the colonel by Gabriel Garcia Marqueez which was a translated work too! It is a heart breaking story of an old colonel who lives with his sick, old wife in a dilapidated house mourning the death of their son all the while waiting for that letter which can give them some financial relief. The story is so fresh in memory and all the credit goes to the translator, J.S.Bernstein.

There’s much beauty in a well translated work for it offers a convenient view of the inside story of a nation,its people,their stories, dreams and aspirations to the outsider. But in my case, I think I am first going to discover those little things that have gone without notice in my own turf through these translations.

All that said, now I have given myself so many reasons not to hold up that last bit of balance in my account for indulging in some translated works.

Dissecting Karma I: The scientific angle

A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings.

This profound statement by Sam Harris, a neuroscience expert and prolific writer, really struck a deep chord in me. In his marvelous little book ‘Free Will’ he slams that free will is a non-existent thing! As any normal human in this era where liberalism in all its diverse forms happens to be one of the most highly held views, I felt stumped. My main counter went like this: When “my brain” chooses to do something how can that not be free will?

And Sam’s went like this:

How can we be “free” as conscious agents if every thing that we consciously intend is caused by events in our brain that we do not intend and of which we are entirely unaware? We can’t. To say that “my brain” decided to think or act in a particular way, whether consciously or not, and that this is the basis for my freedom is to ignore the very source of belief in free will: the feeling of conscious agency.

Whether I agreed with Sam or not at that time was of little importance. For there was something more striking than the question of free will that his argument sparked off in me. How many of us look at ourselves or perceive or consciously feel that we are biological units? Most of us do. But primarily unconsciously for we take our “free wills” too seriously. And of course in a manner far from the truth.

I was fine with the general theory that if my “my” brain decides for me then I am happily a “free willing” person. Until Sam’s counter point that “every thing that we consciously intend is caused by events in our brain that we do not intend”

Our brain has a lot more to do with our identities than we think and in ways which most of us don’t understand. My brain may choose to accept or discard the notion of free will and this decision was taken much before I even consciously remember making such a decision. This experiment that Sam describes can throw more light if you are confounded by my previous statement.

“… More recently, direct recordings from the cortex showed that the activity of merely 256 neurons was sufficient to predict with 80 percent accuracy a person’s decision to move 700 milliseconds before he became aware of it”

So what if my brain knows what I am going to before I am consciously aware of it? It is still “my” brain right?

No. What influences your brain to act or choose in a particular way entirely depends upon previous experiences over which “you” had no control over! This was another profound thing to ponder over.

I found extreme gratification when Sam talks about how some neuroscientists and biologists take the “quantum indeterminacy” in the way neurons work to pave way for “self-generated” thoughts that can prove scientifically the existence of free will. But Sam argues and argues rightly, “…if certain of my behaviors are truly the result of chance, they should be surprising even to me. How would neurological ambushes of this kind make me free?”

At the bottom of it, Sam doesn’t dump the idea of “free will” for no reason. According to Sam, by understanding how we act in a way we do, we correct the things that go wrong by knowing the actual cause for it and by not just relying on the notion of the illusory “free will”( He also proves that thinking of “free will” as an illusion is an illusion by itself! He is truly a delightful writer and scientist to read!)

He says, “Becoming sensitive to the background causes of one’s thoughts and feeling can- paradoxically- allow for greater creative control over one’s life” As an example he explains a  little situation which most of us can relate to. The cause for your bad mood may just be low blood levels and you may just be in need of some food. So you can definitely avoid tormenting your wife with your temper! Now more than one mishap is avoided- one, you can satiate your hunger needs; two, you don’t give your wife the chance to attribute your otherwise rash humor to your “free will” which will show your personality in some very crude light!

This fact can be extended to cases of moral responsibilities and crimes as well. On understanding the direct involvement of our brains and its past experiences we can eliminate cases of deliberate acts of crimes from acts where the offender is himself a “victim” as Sam explains through various interesting examples. Now this is where I was constantly interrupted by the sundry bits of theories I have heard and tried to understand about Karma, a typical eastern(Indian) theory on man, his actions and its consequences.

When I started off with the book I was sure I wouldn’t agree with Sam. And even as I started off this article I was not even fifty percent sure of colluding to Sam’s arguments. But at the end of all this pondering this line stays with me: A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings.


I do believe this book changed the way I really thought about “free will”, my choices and decisions. Or it has at least made me think in deeper lines on the same. Has any book had a similar influence on you? How and why?