It’s not just another re-telling. It’s the retelling of the Great Mahabharath without that mythological nonsense. People in this retelling behave, think, sweat and live like mortals. The devas are merely the hill folk with different traditions. Dharma, Maruth and Indra are the chieftains of the hill folk. And that’s all about the tradition of Niyoga. Krishna’s magic of saving Droupadi’s is not really required if Droupadi could stall the oncoming villain with the words. Does it? What do you think would exactly be the reaction of Duryodhana and Dussaasana if Droupadi could say something like “dare to disrobe me if and only if you have the temerity to get a taste of the wrath that would be unleashed by two of mighty clans (Panchalas & Yadavas) whose rules are brothers/brother-figures to me”?
One more I liked about this book the style of narration -nonlinear. The accounts are often recalled and the book is written in such a way even the not-important-looking-figures find could find their voices in this book.
The importance given to the characterization is pretty impressive. In fact, the sanguine episodes of the Mahabharata are given less importance so that more importance could be paid to the characterization which banks heavily on the way the characters think.
I for sure have a different mental-pictures of Kunti, Krishna, Bheema, Dharma, Arjuna, Pandu, Dhritarashtra, Baarama, Karna, Abhimanyu, Ghatotgach, Ekalavya, Salya, Vidura, Samjaya and Hidimbi after reading this book.
I happened to watch this on a trip the previous Sunday (12th June 2017). The one line description I read about this movie convinced that this movie is about human emotions and also that this movie is an award winner types. I was not wrong. I did thoroughly enjoy this movie.
The movie is about the daughter (Swara Bhaskar) of a widowed (Deepti Naval) woman not able to cope up with the relation that her seem to be enjoying with a another widower (Farooq Sheik). I liked the way the movie maintains a mellow pause without resorting to super-emotional scenes. I liked Farooq Sheik’s acting and characterization especially. Swara Bhaskar as Amaya was superb. The show of friction among the mother and daughter and daughter and her friend (Farooq Sheik) sometimes borders on love and sometimes on the anger that the other person is spoiling the friendship to get the relation transformed into another. I liked the way she comes around after realizing that her mom too had a right to life and love and none has a right to confine her mom to the memories and condemn her life to them.
Now that I am removed from from the rest of the world, I shall concentrate on learning. And I have a lot of that to do. I want to learn. I want to learn like I am gonna die tomorrow. I want to understand and be better that I was a month ago. I wanna be more organized and want to escape the fates of a lot of management people. Apart from that, I wanna enjoy the writing styles of Brontë sisters, Salman Rushdie, Franz Kafka. I want to understand the Indian politics and politics in general. I want to be able to go to a pub in Germany and be able to start a conversation. I want to master German and French.
I want to make new friends (and if required shed old ones). I want to date a girl. I want to travel France, Netherlands and Switzerland. I want to take a holy dip in the world and come out clean of my evils that I was conditioned to suffer.
I want to emerge different. I want to emerge elegant. I want to experience joie de vivre.
Some books make my smile and make me feel proud. I am reading this book called “Homo Deus”. I liked the author’s philanthropy (in it’s true meaning -not as in charity). so far this book talked about the problems the human had been able to conquer (famines, plagues and wars) and set the course for the humans to deal with the next set of problems (death, unhappiness and aspiring for god like abilities) and at the same time, doesn’t shy away from pointing our lack of morals like equality. I felt like reading Casmos – Carl Sagan all over again. Books like this never fail making feel proud for being born a human.
There are the other set of books I read; Politics. Our stupidity makes me cry when I read them. When I read how our attention is intentionally being diverted to sentiments like religion, nationalism so as to evade accepting the actual problems let alone be discussing them, I feel bad. I feel like atlas carrying the burden of the heavens on my shoulders.
I am now scared of picking up Freud. May be peering into brains and encountering devils could wait for some-more time.
ప్రశాంతంగా తీరం దాటిపోతావు
ఊసూరంటూ నేను మిగిలిపోతాను
పాతదారుల్లో క్రొత్తగా తిరుగుతూ
శూన్యాన్ని అక్షరాలతో నింపేస్తూ
ఆశనూ, ఆఖరునీ పొడిగిస్తూ పోతున్నాను.
While playing with the settings and enabling cloud backup, I went ahead and deleted the the old back up. How stupid could I be? That meant, my highlights, underlines and all those books just rain down in a gutter from the cloud. I think I should arrested and locked away in a jail for this crime committed against self. Now I do have to read all those things. yay!!
By the way… I have decided to read Arundhati Roy, Charles Dickens and Salman Rashdie this year. May be LOTR too. I will finish my 50 books goal. I WILL not fail. and I will not cheat.