DELHI: KHUSHWANT SINGH

DELHI: KHUSHWANT SINGH

Several persons told me at least once in life time to read this novel authored by Khuswant Singh as it is one of his best creations where literary outpouring ceaselessly happen without an impede can be seen. I was totally amazed to see this. Such a beautiful structure of sentences has been seen. In literary circle, this novel is rated in grading as top most; so far as concerned to literary an aura.

       With the course of the passing of the time, it lost its buzz; reason unknown. And it was out of the view for a long time from everywhere. Absolutely had lost the hope for getting this but mind had built an aesthetic monument of this relying upon literary thinker having an acclaimable perception of this. At random found this book at my son’ school held book festival where it was lying in a far corner being noticed by none. Finding this was instantly very much startling as since long was longing for this. Bought this without sparing a moment. Later, although was curious very much but professional commitment of day to days ever prevailed upon me. As such, it was lying idle for months vying for my attention. Strangely, lockdown happened and things begun to tumble out unexpectedly one after and another. Lockdown brought with itself an aura of the self-imposed strict confinement; so, thought struck to immerse myself into this. To begin initially seemed difficult as if it seemed little boring while commencing to reading this. At later, desire lit up and its flair begin to get huge intensity. So, zeal for reading unto last resulted into a wild fire which doused only at the end by virtue of completion. At last, thirst quenched following of reading of this.

      So, chose to immerse myself in DELHI as similarly others find their sojourn in else. Right now, it tempted me so much; that compelled me to finish off within short duration of time.

     Reality of bygone yesteryears has been deliberately hidden from us. It is needful as of now to decode of those nefarious things committed by past rulers one after another beginning from eleventh century. In fact, it was atrocities relentlessly inflicted upon innocent people who were not Muslim. One thing is very horrible to come across that all Muslim rulers following of Prithvi Raj Chauhan were ruthless and very much cruel. Their extent of cruelty knew no boundary. Almost all were least fair ruler but on the other hand they were perpetrators of the heinous cruelty, gross discrimination and very much sexually corrupt even until their moment of death. Most of them were more like looter and missionary of propagator of their religion like a fundamentalist zealot. Intellectualism was far away from them. All an odd and devil things were present in them. It is very difficult to assess how people survived themselves during their regime, when such criminal minded person used to be their king. At random, people used to be executed in mass. Massacre used to happen often. There were no fairness or principle for them. There was nothing, to which one can adhere. I do not say that all Muslim used to be like them but most of them were so. Time is apt to say that if one can seek an apology for an incident like Jalianwalabagh or voice can be raised for seeking monetary compassion from British government against their erstwhile predecessor for ruling over us for almost two hundred years. In this context, China often demand an apology from Japan. So, hatred is not going be spread.  Happened reality in mature way be shown to public about their way of dealing with other people belonging to different religions. History of eight hundred years including of British onward from eleventh century should be told to people in epic form. Muslim should also instantly join in order to condemn of those who always used to do massacre and on whim and fancy used to chop off the head and dismember of limbs on large scale. Most of the Muslim should come out in large numbers and should say boldly that they were wrong. In fact, these ruler during by gone eight hundred years crossed all limitation of cruelty known to all. They had no respect towards each and other even in their family. It was general phenomenon to murder of their siblings following of accession to the throne of the king with a view that no one should challenge them.

      During medieval history, almost all rulers were too much sexual hungry and corrupt.  Most of them remained too much sexual corrupt until their death. Forcing of themselves onto unwilling were common prevailing trends. There were no regards even of the having of the age gap. Who says that they were of the intellectual mind. Starkly, most of them appear to be illiterate at least from their way of thinking. They were absolutely blindly devoted and immersed themselves towards their religion. Mosques got too much importance. Innocent people used to be executed and massacred at large on mere whim and fancies. Women used to be kept in harem only for using sexually. Kings used to satiate themselves even in their last phase of lives. Discriminations on the basis of the religion were happening commonly. At last, it would be rational to say that Delhi of today is built upon dead bodies buried its beneath.

My Experience with the office of Additional Solicitor General of India: Bishwajit Bhattacharyya

My Experience with the office of Additional Solicitor General of India: Bishwajit Bhattacharyya

  Going through this book has taught me a lot of the pragmatic things. Learnt pragmatic things brought into application which made me professional mature. Nitty – gritty as to the preparation of the case has been systematically mentioned by him. There is too much boasting.

SITA, WARRIOR OF MITHILA

            SITA, WARRIOR OF MITHILA

           One can weave so beautifully – it was not ever felt. Surprises somersault in such a way; least did not think so. Amazement happens one after another, however it appears as if nothing has happened. yet having a different skill enduring for years. It was AMISH, who ventured too far – beyond one’s having extent of the thinking. Writing over SITA is fascinating and far beyond one’s having extent of imagination. None could have ever dreamt to reach; wherefrom a stretched tale resulted into SITA, WARRIOR OF MITHILA.

       It is amazing in the sense that what one saw and usually visualised very radically different; what was being passed on from generation to generation. Altogether emerged as that a fragile lady embodied with dharma was the only follower of the laid trend. But one did not know that indeed She was brave and daring from beginning. And many milestone things were accomplished even when She was a toddler. No one was knowing that best mind of her time had taught her where excelled and made proud of all by going far beyond over her having manoeuvring. She was equally taught at Gurukul. Proved herself as good an effective prime minister of Mithila before becoming goddess. Many jaw dropping things were dealt in the larger interest of the people of Mithila. Fought equally against devil with zest and was equally good companion of Ram. Cherished a lot whilst flipping across the pages. Once swam far away and later emerged too enriched at last.

HALF GIRL FRIEND

Chetan Bhagat has left his usual having brand impression. His approach looks like of nowadays. It would be better to remark that author of this book has woven of story right from beginning to end in a splendid way. Way of woving of story is extraordinary. Poignant moments are so superficial as well as beyond having an assessment. Plot of story is the best and ever gripping which begins to move up from simple to complex and suddenly ending in surprising pleasant way. Never felt boring whilst reading of this novel. From beginning to end, an aura of brimming excitement overflown. There was always popping up of a curious interest as what is going to happen next. Chosen theme is so peculiar that anyone belonging to Purvanchal and Punjabi culture would like starkly at least to go through.

   It happens generally that way of bringing up affects a lot at later years. One does not get rid of unwelcome things despite of trying, if it has got during initial grown up years. Such thing is happening at here as although boy belonging from royal family of yester year once upon a time, yet he belongs from rustic rural background. He succeed to get admission on sport quota, however he finds himself amongst elite urban bred boarding product where he finds himself at down concerning to their flawless personality, flair expression and many other super things which cannot be developed instantly or in a few day. Acquiring of knowledge is not much worthy things but presenting of same in elegant way matters a lot. Expressing and presenting of view in regent way indeed matter a lot. On the contrary in urban society, everyone be aloof and self-concerned. It is said that each one of us is in rat race. Urban people be very much vulnerable so far as concerned to sentimental upheaveal. Even stranger of once can become too close for reliance. Delhite forget that approaching person is not belonging to his class. Even class be surpassed in order to sharing in form of outpouring of feeling. There is sentimental upheaveal, turmoil, conquest to win irrespective of facing odd and poignant moment. I have gone through this upheveal and made myself a thing like ridiculous thing. Ultimately, after a long time somehow managed to overcome and now finding myself complete reformed like latest 2.0 updated version. Overall, indeed this is replication of some extent mine.

DIARY of a Wimpy Kid THE LAST STRAW

Eventually thought at random just to flip of pages. But flipping of pages made me too curious; so begun to embark to go across this page after pages. Gone by days of childhood returned in flash mode as progressed up. It seemed as if film of gone ever far away days once again rolled into before me. I should have read this very way back; when I was passing through this so called dream phase. Perhaps, brimming joy would have doubled at that time, had I read during those days. There used to be too much prevalence of ignorance which deprived me to such things. It is rightly said that there is apt drawn phase of everything. Gone by days cannot be brought back in similar nuances. Way back in those days living in remote rural area amidst lower learnt people in their vernacular where there was too much domination of other language than English. Hence, as such, I had no inkling about prevalence of such book during those once lived days. Anyway, I could not go through but upcoming generation would certainly come to know all about these at right time.

        Coming back to book, I would like to commend that therein are stated as to day by days having various problem being faced by small kids. Way of saying is too simple and fantastic. Setting of sentences are too simple. It appears that a kid has himself scribbled of all these in his having limited understanding. Moreover, this is a visual of a kid who comes across. It would be precise self to jump rather than watching of wild and unruly tide by sitting at sea beach as jumping into sea sometime result into a lot of instant enchantment.

MY DAYS R. K. NARAYAN

                     MY DAYS

My erstwhile one of the dearest friend gifted me this book i.e My Days authored by Mr. R.K.Narayan as he was well aware to my having fondness. It is I who has grown up under perpetual glimpse of Narayan’ writing. In fact, I came across his literary creation, when I just passed matriculation and came out of cocoon by virtue of landing at Patna for doing intermediate and so on. As I was novice and had not any inkling about as to how to run of the affair of life. Yet, I had too much interest to explore. So, I used to often read of Frontline magazine in which Narayan article used to appear. I think Mr. N. Ram, editor of this magazine was too much fond of Narayan as at least his article was permanent. Since then reading of him. It would not be out of way to say that a part of mine personality with passing of time is shaped up by reading of his writing, novel and so on. I owe to him a lot. I once happened to read of this almost two decade before when I had little understanding or maturity over literature, yet I found myself engrossed and relished amidst sentimental upcoming of upheaval and tumultuous. Having admiration towards this did not die as inner cravenness was so much that passing of time was put behind while reading. Indeed, there has been a great moment which cannot be so easily forgotten.

             Even at first happening of reading, its so natural flowness, very peculiar crafting of sentence and flowing virgin of plot appeared itself stunningly and too much tempted me. Spectacular nuances and simplicity are indeed tag mark. One thing is very much stark that each time learnt a lot and refreshed myself by getting of zest after reading once again of this. This time learnt a lot those of feasible things which are categorically elucidated.

          Naryaynan writing has been so enchanting and natural which lacks in most author of today except of Khalid Hosseni. His craft of bringing forth of story is spectacularly different and instant than those of today. I can say that story of him unfold in our native style as if one sits in one’s far remote village which sets him very apart. One can visualize of enchanting of both rural as well as urban India in either of story or novel authored by him. Even after passing of so long time; today his charming spell of spectacular writing has not faded even a little. This is having broad reason which causes me to admire him even today. Moreover, passage of time did not affect over having aweful mine admiration towards him. In his autobiography, it begins from day to day held custom, conquest of life and adversity being faced, ritual and rites of life which encapsulates easily one’s attention towards itself. Here, he shamelessly gives all the details of day to days as to having his conquest on account of evolving ultimately like an eminent author of world as his admirer are at everywhere spread across the globe.  Whilst reading, I came across his being faced trial and tribulation of him which taught many things either directly or indirectly. While concluding, it can be said conclusively that I indeed enjoyed a lot and further its having particular texture and essence cannot be so easily forgotten. This is mine floral tribute to Mr. R. K. Narayanan who inspired a lot and will continue to do so to upcoming generation, even when there would be no where about of mine.

Scenes from a WRITER’S LIFE RUSKIN BOND

Although finished at last but unlike wish, it took too long time which does not happen usually like this. It happened due to having over burdened with professional commitment and time could not be spared for this. It is the reality wide prevailing that I got to read this in intermittent but overjoyed and indeed relished as and when engrossed myself while moving from one word to another and page after page. Whilst reading, there would have been no inkling about passing of time. As if those of cherished gone by days of childhood returned to life once again. Sometime, it seems that a long era has gone by of my life until but reading such books keeps me motivating and urge me not to surrender those of novice fragile wishes at the altar of meeting the demand of immediate having concern. I could not believe at all, yet such thing has resulted into. Reading in piecemeal has not been so pleasant as was supposed to be. Nevertheless, reality should be accepted with humility. Once again would like to enliven this by reading again, when having right sort of time. As begun to read then it seemed that as if it was my childhood spent amidst tumultuousness. It was I who sometime thought to become writer but later seeing sort of difficulty being faced and having no immediate prospect, so far as having monetary concern. I took decision to move on different path but still somewhere nurturing this. Ruskin brings effervescent in his novel. He is really great that he so beautifully narrates about nature, yet it looks so innocent as well as charming. Like nature, his words look like so natural. There is spell casting depiction about trial and tribulation which has not been so easy. Way of writing has ever been so superub which is beyond one’s having imagination.