Blossoms...those times! First time at India's largest second hand book store...

Inside Blossoms - Image from Wikipedia by CamilleaM1FLERéunion

January 2014, Bengaluru

The first time I visited this place which was suggested to me by a colleague at work, I made a heavy weather of the conveyance. I trusted city buses instead of the quicker metro and finally got down at Mayo Hall Bus stop. The Church street on a saturday evening was all the more confusing - is seemed like an eternal celebration of life! After a cursory glance at the small pillar (if I could take the luxury to call it as such) paying glorious tribute to British Indian troops (especially from the erstwhile provinces of Madras and Mysore) of First World War, I set out for Blossoms!

Neatly tucked away in a side lane, unmindful of the noisy humdrum of the MG Road, to a first time visitor like me - the most distinguishing feature of Blossoms is it's invisibility! Neat piles of books including the one on Hindusim by Wendy Dongier (at that point of time, the book was yet to be banned in India) greeted me at the entrance. Blossoms, the much beloved and popular Independent book store of Bengaluru selling new and used books alike is touted as India's largest second hand book store.

Despite the visible simplicity, the diverse class of people visiting Blossoms and the sheer scale of this shop (three storey building - piles of books neatly classified on three floors) amazed me. The staff are very helpful - in the sense that they'd never bother a browsing introvert like me unless I approach them first for any help - a rare trait that I liked. The store was packed - youngsters skimming through English novels and classics, few parents dealing with their nagging children in kids section and elders in quest of some rare books willingly helped by the staff! The Godfather by Mario Puzo was my first purchase. The prices are very affordable. The space appeared cramped, but that did not matter as one could simply lose oneself for hours here.

During my next visit to the shop, I was more wiser - I took the metro from Bayappanahalli. I made some more visits, each time returning with some good books. I do miss Blossoms ....and those times.








Blossoms is an Independent book store at Church Street, Bengaluru started by Mr. Mayi Gowda in 2001.
https://maps.app.goo.gl/W2MZgH4wA3GHmSd76

Delusional, disturbing & deep.... simply the best!

We all watched Heath Ledger as Joker in the film 'The Dark Knight (2008)'. The sheer sarcasm and irony in people rooting for a villain whose laugh appears terrifying & unnecessary at the same time, cannot be missed. A comic villain was thurst upon us & we took him with glee. In truth, I only liked Heath Ledger as Joker. I never liked the Joker until today.... 

'Joker' directed by Todd Phillips is disturbing, delusional & deceptive at times. A simple background story of how Arthur Fleck (Joaquin Phoenix) transforms into the Joker is detailed & sketched in different shades, touching various themes. The audience actually cheered the grotesque actions of a psychotic & hallucinating Arthur Fleck - this should not mean that all the people who watch the film have such violent tendencies. It is merely a testimony to the director's craft and to the sheer acting class & panache of Joaquin Phoenix.  And a big credit to the screenplay that helped in creating a villian-sympathetic narrative. 

Robert DeNiro sizzles in his little role - a patronising & condascending false role model that we all had in our respective lives. Music simply elevated the film, with two haunting songs adding depth. The climax - Joker's monologue set at the cusp of a cleverly potrayed battle of haves & have nots - ah! This is how a film should end. Be warned, the element of normalised gore may disturb you and as the Joker says... 'You wouldn't get it'. 

But, I got it.

Joker (Warner Bros, 2019) by Todd Phillips

A Fervent Wish....

Like NSA Ajit Doval ji, I hope to roam & travel freely without fear in Kashmir. I'd bow before the mighty & pristine Himalayas, admire the numerous gardens of Mughals, and follow the route charted by the legendary Adi Shankaracharya all the while traversing through the simple dargahs, mosques of Kashmir & the great Buddhist monastries of Ladakh.

I'd dearly love to see a day when insurgency becomes a thing of past, when all the slogan-shouting & stone-pelting anger melts into an intellectual debate - about the development of Kashmir as a part of India, or remembering the great historical figures of Kashmir - it's benevolent rulers of the past like 'BudShah' Sultan Zainualabidan, or the return & rehabilitation of Kashmiri Pandits or unlocking the tourism potential with no impact on beautiful kashmiri ecology or heritage.

I'd like to see a day when I could sing the telugu poem ''అటఁ జని కాంచె భూమిసురుఁ డంబర చుంబి శిరస్సర్ఝజరీ" as visualised by Allasani Peddanna's hero Pravarakhya, gazing upon the beauty of Himalayas in Kashmir! One day in the near future, I'd be happily comparing our spicy Mango pickle 'Avakaya' with the Kashmiri Apple Pickle!

It's a dream in the past, now it's a wish of the present but in the near future, who knows... 

On the Greatest World Cup Final...

 (Poem)

Respect to both teams for the Greatest Cricket World Cup Final ever played...

An unscripted tale of woe and warmth played at Lord's,
as some fickle twists of irony rattled billion hearts.
A fine game of cricket in the very home of the gentleman's game,
between victory and defeat, a struggle of an unrelenting aim.

No fine line could separate the victors and the vanquished,
no same mind could anticipate the thrill without an anguish.
Great men speak of balancing triumph and disaster,
but in terms of action, no one's the wiser.

Sheer luck takes a lion's share - in the battle of nerves,
The game's cruel - a mirror of what life serves!
When dusk fell, only one team won the cup...
But I saw two sets of champions, down yet unbowed, at glory's cusp!

But I see two sets of champions.. 

A clean 'Agent' with content

(No Plot Twist)

Be it Hercule Poirot with an egg face, the Belgian detective, a creation of Agatha Christie or the lanky and lovable resident of 221B Baker street, Sherlock Holmes - detectives are known for their eccentricities. To the legion of loyal fans immersed in detective fiction, a good book/a good film of this genre is immensely pleasurable. In Telugu, very few films belong to this genre.

Then came this one - Agent Sai Srinivas Atreya!

I watched it with my family and it's a really interesting film. Kudos to the director Swaroop RSJ for taking this genre and juxtaposing it with a warning on superstitious beliefs. It's an outright clean film which is based on content, plot, plot-twists and actors' performances rather than hype and cheap theatrics. No cuss words, no unnecessary close up shots of ugly details and thoroughly enjoyable to watch with family - a trait of films that's disappearing. There was always a danger that films of detective fiction could be just brainless spoofs/comedy takes on eccentricities of the protagonist. But, this film stood clear of such a danger.

Naveen Polishetty is fantastic! He did, what we say in telugu as "పాత్ర లో పరకాయప్రవేశం". The change in facial expressions as he's about to solve the case for one final time - that's brilliant! Shruti Sharma remains an assistant to the detective through out the film, graceful and neat. It felt very good that the film did not have a mandatory song where she'd play the love interest to hero. The music was superb. The supporting cast and crew did a commendable job!

Sherlock Holmes is fictional, but Agent Sai Srinivas Atreya is not! - At least for us and at least for now!




Film - Agent Sai Srinivas Atreya (Telugu), https://www.imdb.com/title/tt10214826/
By- Swaroop RSJ, Navin Polishetty.

Aurangzeb

'Historians seek to comprehend people on their own terms, as products of particular times and places, and explain their actions and impacts. We need not absolve those we study of guilt, and we certainly do not need to like them. But we strive to hold back judgement long enough so that the myth of Aurangzeb can fade into the background and allow room for a more nuanced and compelling story to be told.'

- Audrey Truschke in 'Aurangzeb The Man and the Myth'

I am always fascinated by the subject of History although I am not a student of it. One recurring theme which somehow captures my imagination is that of 'Zindapir' Alamgir Aurangzeb, the last of the Great Mughals. His policies are perceived to be the single major factor responsible for the fall of the Mughal Empire. Under his reign, the empire stretched to it's geographical limits but the saying goes - 'Deccan ulcer ruined Aurangzeb'. He was personally a man of many contradictions, perhaps a prisoner of his times. Yet, his legacy is sealed owing to his purported 'bigotry' and 'tyranny'. Right from the beginning - seizing power after a bloody civil war to the end - death after sheer dejection, he was a text book case of a classic villain, and is held in contempt for that. In the ever growing eager perversion of bracketing historical personalities as either completely good or disastrously evil without studying history as it is in a nuanced manner, Aurangzeb's legacy got entangled.

I've read this work by Audrey Truschke merely for the sheer pleasure of it. It's indeed a sheer, bold perspective and a welcome step in understanding about the life and times of the last Great Mughal in a much more objective way. It is very unfortunate that she was the subject of some brutal trolling and vicious hate mail, for which there is absolutely no justification. Hope I'd read more of her works and may her future projects on South Asian History be more fruitful than Aurangzeb's Deccan Campaign.

Book - Aurangzeb The Man and the Myth

Author - Audrey Truschke

On Durand's Curse

“When two elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers”  - Kenyan Proverb

‘Durand’s Curse’ by Rajiv Dogra details the events and circumstances leading to the fateful agreement of 12^th November, 1893CE when the Durand’s Line separating the present day Afghanistan and Pakistan came into existence. It also encompasses a comprehensive and contemporary view of present day Afghanistan, lamenting the monumental injustice meted to Afghans, especially the Pathans.

 

In mid 20eth Century, as many countries across Asia, Africa and South America emerged Independent from the clutches of Colonialism, lines were arbitrarily drawn by few powerful men, separating and creating nations. Sykes-Picot, Radcliff are to name among a few. But, perhaps the most chaotic and arbitrary one was the ‘Durand’s Line’. In a crazy and concocted ‘Great Game’, Afghanistan was envisioned as a buffer zone separating British India from Tsarist Russia rather than an Independent country.

Spooked by unsubstantiated claims of Russian Invasion of India, the British (then East India Company) replaced the immensely popular King of Afghanistan, Dost Mohammad Khan with Shuja Shah. However, the fiercely independent Afghans struck back, and what followed for the next century was an era of trickery and bloodshed. After Partition of India, Afghanistan’s position went from bad to worse, as vouched by it’s recent history. A disastrous civil war, ambitious neighbors and changing geopolitical scenario means that another ‘Great Game’ is at play!

It is a must read for anyone interested in the Indo-Afghan Foreign affairs/Afghanistan/Geopolitics of Asia.

Book – Durand’s Curse by Rajiv Dogra (English)