There's a quotation "मुश्किलें इतनी बढ़ीं कि आसां हो गईं" (Mushkilein Itni Badhi Ke Aasan Ho Gayi) and I like this!
is full of problems. Small or big. Expecting a problem free life is expecting
too much from life. It can never be this generous. But I think there’s always a
solution. Always a way to proceed. None of your problems can stop the rhythm of
your life. Life tends to go on.
we really feel helpless in any particular difficult situation. We find it so
difficult that we can’t resist thinking that nothing can be done. But I can say
with my personal experiences that there’s always a solution, waiting somewhere
to kill the existing problem. When life traps you in some trouble, it also has
some solution stored in a corner of its closet. We just have to extract it.
Many times I have experienced some problems that seemed perpetual. I start to
think ‘What can be done with this?’ ‘How will I manage this?’ but as I set my
mind free to find some way out, I get one (It may seem tough initially but you get used to it gradually). And I’m not exaggerating.
incidents stir our lives. They compel our minds to stick to them. Weeping
hearts refuse to come out of that trauma. But at this point moving on can be the
only solution. You can’t control some mishaps in your life. But you can control
your emotions. Your conscience. Your thoughtfulness.
you can’t do anything about those difficulties of your life that tend to jump in
the pond of your happiness, jumbling your peaceful mind. Ruining your chuckling
halcyon moments. But you can learn to tackle those problems. The more you try
to run away from the difficulties, the bigger it appears.
life isn’t about what happens to you, it’s about how you handle what happens.
finished a novel “The Immigrant” by Manju Kapur. This review
is for Random House India Book Review Program. I would like to thank RandomReads for giving me the opportunity to read and review their books.
The Immigrant tells the story of Nina…and
complications in their arranged marriage. Nina is a lecturer of English literature in Miranda House College,
Delhi University and is single @ thirty. She lives with her widowed mother, who
always worries about Nina’s marriage.
Ananda is a dentist, practicing in Cananda. He
comes to India, as his sister is planning his marriage, to meet Nina.
After a year-long,
long-distance courtship, Nina and Ananda get married. Nina shifts to Canada
where life is very different for her. Ananda helps her to adjust in every way.
As a husband, Ananda is caring but he suffers from sexual problem. Where Nina
wants to talk and find some solution, Ananda tends to run away from his problem.
Deeply affected by loneliness, Nina gets a job in a library. Meanwhile Ananda
tries to resolve the problem of his sexuality, without telling his wife.
uneventful incidents, both Nina and Ananda divert from their loyalty and indulge
themselves in extramarital affairs. After
much mishmash, the novel ends with Nina’s decision to get separate from Ananda,
out of her strong desire for freedom and hope of finding a new horizon.
speaking, I did not understand the gist of the story. The excerpt seemed
appealing as it indicated that this story had something interesting to offer,
but for me the execution of the story was dull and somehow meaningless (Though it started well). It was
hard to extract a solid story/motive out of this book.
this, many times, the story keeps fluctuating between past tense and present
tense. I personally did not like the idea of multiple Point of View and
unnecessary details of Ananda as his introduction. There are too much
‘uninteresting’/ ‘passionless’ sex sequences (I won’t say unnecessary as it
seems that the entire book is about this only). Sometimes it is hard to
differentiate between narration and dialogues as if there’s some kind of hurry.
There’re some unimportant detailed descriptions that lead the story nowhere,
snatching its crispness.
Over all, I
would say that I had high expectations as this book is by Manju Kapur, author
of critically acclaimed novels like ‘Difficult daughters’ and ‘Home’, but I’m
happy. Feeling content. My blog turns two years old this month. For me it’s an
achievement as I was very apprehensive about starting a blog. I have never
thought that I could ever write 381 posts on my blog. But thanks to my brother
Nilabh, who encouraged or literally dragged me to this interesting world and
I’m glad. (I would like to congratulate my brother as he is going to be a
published author as his debut novel ‘Swayamwar’is going to release very soon.
It’s a mythological novel, based on ‘The Mahabharata’. If you like Hindi and
Mythological book, I’m sure you’re going to like it as it’s an interesting
theme and Nilabh is a very good writer.)
back to my blog. It’s a very-very special space for me. It helped me to unlock my
imagination and thoughts. I met some really nice bloggers. It feels great when my online friends appreciate my writing through their nice comments. When they support
my blog by joining this site. I truly thank all of them. Appreciation really
means a lot. It inspires. It encourages.
I am to say a very-very SPECIAL THANKS to NEHA from Neha’s Journaland JASKIRAN from
Footnotesas they nominated me for two awards.
By Jaskiran & Neha
Thank you so much Neha and Jaskiran for this encouragement and appreciation. I’m honoured and feeling very happy.
have to answer some questions so here it goes….
you ever fallen off your bed while sleeping?
(In my childhood. Of course!)
you still sleep with your teddy bear?
celebrity do you have a crush on right now?
you ever done something crazy or wild? If so, do tell.
I don’t do crazy things but recently, we had gone for an outing at 1:30 a.m. and
that is crazy enough for me.
favourite super hero?
Logan (Wolverine) from X-Men (If he can be considered as a super hero??)
childhood cartoon character
the cartoon characters by cartoonist Pran (Chacha Chaudhary, Billoo, Pinky,
Sabu…) and Super Commando Dhruv.
Writing, Music and of course Blogging.
Chandra Chattopadyaya and Debbie Macomber.
favourite junk food
favourite music band
my questions silly or stupid?
Questions for me by Jaskiran:
Which is that one where you want to be at the
Next morning brought the clamor and wails of people. River burst its
bank and flooded the whole basti.
Flood destroyed many houses and Geeta’s home was one of them. Her mud–house was
ready to merge with mud. Loads of water assailed the house and everything was
floating in the crazy water splashes. She could not understand what to do?
Normal rise in water level was expected but this was a massive assault.
Fat tears were spilling over Geeta’s withered cheeks. She
struggled to fetch some household stuffs, crying continuously. She held Shankar
firmly, and tried to flounder in the unfretted currents, as it was difficult to
stand those torrents. Everyone was trying to do so. Some people were crying
aloud and searching for their dear ones. Geeta’s heart ached terribly and she
thought herself blessed as she was with her son.
“Where is Kajri?” shanku asked anxiously. “Kajri! Kajri!” he
“I don’t know.” Geeta also felt worried, but it was neither the
time nor circumstances to search kajri. It was the question of their life.
However, Shanku was not ready to go anywhere without Kajri. He was
looking around for her. His eyes were flooded with tears. Suddenly they heard a
shriek of a woman who was crying for help as her small baby was pitching in the
stream. Before Geeta could understand anything, Shankar ran to that direction.
“Shanku! Don’t.” Geeta shouted. Her heart flew to her throat. But,
the unbelievable view she saw, had stopped her scream. She saw Shankar swimming
so skillfully. Within few minutes, Shankar was swimming back with the child.
Geeta’s heart throbbed with fear but her eyes welled up with tears of
happiness. The woman showered Shankar with blessings.
“His shanku was so brave. He was not a small child now, really. When
and how did he learn swimming?” thoughts were whirling in her mind, and she
pictured Shankar playing in the river, in spite of her restrictions.
All of a sudden, she
started to feel secured. Shankar seemed a strong pillar to her lonely life. Her
son, her son was so courageous and sensible. Uncertainties of her life seemed
to fade away. She embraced him securely as he approached her.
Flood has devastated that place. Kajri was nowhere to be seen. People
made a mass exodus from that place. Shanku was weeping for Kajri. Suddenly, two
big black eyes, floating in water, ringed the bell.
“Kajri!” Shanku cried.
He ran towards her. He faltered, but nothing could stop him.
He lifted her and buried her against his chest. It seemed that two
departed friends were meeting after several years. Tears refused to stay in the
eyes of Geeta and Shankar. Geeta could not believe her luck.
There was a melee of people on the boat, which was making for the
relief camp. Geeta sat on the boat cosseting her son and kajri, thinking about
her destroyed home. Reminiscences of the days in her home brought
tears in her eyes and a hard pain in her heart. Now she will have to take fresh
start. Nevertheless, she was thinking herself fortunate as the calamity had shattered
All was an absolute nightmare but she was resolute to ameliorate
the situation, as she was a proud mother of a brave son. However, of course
there were few questions in her mind, that how many times anyone can make their
homes? How many time people will endure the pain of losing their kith and kin,
as every year flood wipes out many happy lives, departs their dear ones? What
is the solution? Until when, one has to live in silhouette of this fear that
next year again flood will appear as a giant and will gulp many halcyon homes?