Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Cross-road Gyan

What a composition! A.R. Rahman’s Behne De number in Raavan never stops stunning me. Like ever, it was playing in loop in my mobile mp3 player with maximum volume in ear phones. That’s the way I like to hear when I’m in traffic. It creates a void between me and traffic snarls giving me space to float like Behne De.

A cool evening in Bangalore after drizzling could be both picturesque and repulsive depending on where you are. Banshankri bus stop is definitely repulsive with soiled roads and sprinting competition between vehicles after a rain. That’s why I need Behne De to be oblivious to this obnoxious environment.

It was around 7 pm and I was waiting with my friend to cross the road from the bus shed to other side of the road to get back to my nest and nuzzle soon. I saw a girl on the opposite side of the road trying to cross over. She too was with ear phones, probably with music. I started looking left and right to cross the road. That is when I heard an heart ripping cry of a female over my song.. Eyes widened as saucers searched for the source of cry. Whoa! Heart beat took a double jump and blocked my throat with the sight!

The same girl was about to be crushed into pulp in another 20 nano seconds under the wheels of Volvo bus. I almost heard the bone powdering noise. Some sadist guardian-angel woke up from the slumber and stopped the bus from squeezing the life out of the girl. The bus halted for a second and the driver wheeled out of the scene in a poof! It is ironic that still the song Behne De suited my state. I was literally floating and couldn’t feel my legs. I was scared to death. Seconds later when the self-survival instinct calmed down, I wanted to go and check the girl if she was fine.

But by then, the kinder humans had surrounded her and were helping her up. It was even hard to see her with the crowd around her. Though the human in me wanted to go and check her well being, the brainy me suggested a different idea. That idea changed my perception of the common misjudgment which I had about the mankind. The incident was an eye-opener in quite a few ways.

What the Brainy-Me told was: She is not dead and she has enough people around her to save her. My presence among the crowd is more of a nuisance than help. It is not always necessary to be in action to help someone or prove our humanity. You do a great deal of help by moving away from the scene rather being there to watch the proceedings. The Brainy-Me suggestion was valid and I moved from the place silently mouthing a thanks to the almighty for saving the life that evening.

But as I moved, the adrenaline rush brought a few questions and answers to the front of my mind. Here are they for you in the same format!

Q1: Are those people who never stopped to help the girl inhumane?
A: Definitely not! Wasn’t I too one among them. So it’s absurd to blame people who do not stop by.

Q2: Was the mistake on the girl’s side?
A: To an extent, yes! Though she was following traffic rules, anyone’s mistake could be damaging to both the sides. You have to be precautious for the sake of others too. If she hadn’t put on her ear phones her concentration wouldn’t have been distracted otherwise.

Q3: How about blaming the driver? He was the reckless one.
A: Definitely, yes! Hundreds of people trust their lives in the hands of drivers and board the bus. Yes, it is necessary that you take them to their destination in time. But not at the cost of a life! It could be the driver uncle’s daughter or his friend’s daughter who could have been there instead of the almost-killed-girl. How would the driver feel if it was his daughter walking on the road then? A little empathy would be the answer of this rash driving.

Musing about the newly acquired gyan I returned back to Behne De and dreaming of a blanket warmly waiting to nuzzle with me……

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

A Grain

Up popped a grain
Marking up a slain
Swirled around the grain
With no refrain
Caught in momentum of grain
Were those nodules of brain
Gothically grew the grain
Grinding the walls fine
Thus proved the grain
Vanity is not vain
Hence the name of grain
Is Love in plain!!

The Krishna Key- Book Review

The very first look at the back cover of the book gave me the impression that it is the Indian version of Da Vinci Code. And the first few chapters did prove the same. The similarities were striking. Yet, the book has its own fragrance. One cannot stop getting astonished at the amount of information stuffed in the book. They never spoiled the flow of the story nor were too much to handle. It’s a shame if Ashwin is not well applauded for the plethora of information.

Well developed characters are the pillars of such a strong plot. However, deep insight of characters like Rahim Dada and a few others seemed off place in such a plot. The turncoat of Priya was much predictable though it’s not mentioned as a complaint here. When he murders one after other it’s with the base line that he is an Avatar and they are the offenders. But no instance shows his conviction as avatar. His behavior can be viewed as a string-pulled-puppet but where was his inner conviction of the Avatar?

River Saraswathi and Krishna as a historical man of blood and flesh tremendously reminds of the trilogy series ‘Immortals of Meluha’ by Amish. These books can be looked as brother works. Nuclear physics and other such science related stuffs have to be well appreciated.

However the climax of the book seems to lack a nerve.  The three sadus who come at various instances to utter wise words about their search for the Krishna key could very well be a decoy and not true. If the author had shown some exact spot or a viable explanation for not revealing the location of Krishna key it would have been much a fitting end for such a good book. Whereas, inserting philosophy in the end and turning the events portrays a picture where the author doesn’t want to stir the nerves and take an unambiguous stand.

I would call Ashwin Sanghi as the Dan Brown of India. After reading Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons, there was a longing not just in me but in many Indian readers for a similar fiction with an Indian plot. The book not only satisfies the thirst but also shows the potential and capability of budding Indian Authors.

Looks like Ashwin has a greater affinity towards his earlier creation Chankaya’s Chant. The book had the narration style of Past and the Present both simultaneously. This book too has the narration style in the same way- Story of Krishna and the current happenings both being told simultaneously. Ashwin has artfully blended Facts and Fiction without any fissures for doubt.

The language and articulation is comfortable to read except for certain portions where it confuses a little with the characters. The pictorial representations sprinkled here and there made the story fast moving and more interesting. I daresay that many of the Indian youth would have felt ashamed for not knowing our own epics like Mahabaratham, after reading this book.

Whatever be the real Krishna key, we could all take it as an opportunity to revisit our own ancient stories and epics to at least read if not research. I couldn’t and still not able to stop marveling Ashwin for this beautiful Krishna key. May the Vish (or is it the Shiv?) bless him and us with more such books.