Thursday, 23 March 2017

For Humanity

If the 60s were known for punk rockers and flower power, the 10s are definitely going to be known for the outbreak of the feminist culture. Only, it is going to be glorified to be the the beginning of a revolution that finally led to the emancipation of women and putting them on an equal pedestal. I don't get it. The moment you start yelling men are morons, men can't stand women being at the fore, men can't this, men can't that, you are essentially doing what Kejriwal does when Modi is sitting peacefully making decisions for the country. We need to stop generalising and start accepting that the world is changing, and has, in fact, been changing for a while now. It's like what Billy Joel says, "We didn't start the fire. It was always burning."

Now I am no evolutionary expert, but right since the beginning of time, there was division of labour. Men earned food, women procreated and took care of their families. You can see the patterns among animals, we know of it from our own recent history. We are evolving out of those roles and adopting new ones. What we need to understand is the fact that this transition will take time. This is centuries of ingrained thinking we are trying to change. Now I understand that there are some humans, who are pretty jerk-like about women getting all the good things in life, but that is a different problem you want to be solving. When our beloved piss-mouth politicians make public statements that basically sound like they wouldn't think twice before molesting or harassing a woman if she comes within close proximity, THAT is when you need to be yelling bloody murder. Pick the battles that you need to fight, women. Stop picking on a puberty-ridden boy because he goes red in the face because you want to discuss your menstrual cycle with him. Or that woman who wants to fast for her husband because she wants to.  Fight for the ones that actually matter.

In all of this, I love to see how our adverts evolve. The 60s typically showed women playing roles of homemakers, the 90s were all about swag and muscle power. I don't really know what the previous decade was about, but this decade is all about the women. From Zivame showing your next door neighbour who isn't typically anorexic in her smalls (and she's killing it too!), to Tanishq calling out how motherhood isn't just about sacrifices. In fact, the new Reebok ad campaign for Be More Human showcasing a little girl trying on her mum's various shoes led to this post. Turns out the Indian campaign is actually called #FitToFight. It kind of takes away the importance you attach to your own daily fights, doesn't it?

Just my 2 cents. Don't be yelling at me if you think differently. 

Thursday, 2 March 2017

The Book List

It's been a while since a single book got me all riled up, either with its awesomeness, sadness, happiness or any other ness. Surprisingly, the last one year has had multiple books that came my way and made me feel all those emotions. This post is a tribute to all those books that have made my slow moving car rides worth their time.

First off, I cannot begin to tell you how easy reading has become now that I have the Kindle. It fits my little side bag, it carries the weight of 40 books without me worrying about doggie ears and it even allows me to read in the dark. I am reading more than I was in my pre-Kindle days. It doesn't mean I am a complete convert and have stopped reading paperbacks and hardbacks. They are still very much a part of my life. But considering how much time I have spent in airplanes and airports in the past one year, I cannot help feeling grateful for this invention.

Because these beauties still rule my life
I am going to begin with the first book of the year that left me high and dry. Manu Joseph's Illicit Happiness of Other People. It is about a lost father looking for answers in all the wrong places. I am not going to give more of the plot because I don't want to ruin the experience for you. I loved Manu Joseph's writing style. It is dark and humorous. He manages to weave a regular story with such flair, you don't feel like putting the book down. I was almost skipping words in order to find out what Chacko discovers next, a feat not many books have been capable of achieving. I have just discovered Manu Joseph's blog with TOI. I am probably going to spend some time going through it now.

Lust for Life by Irving Stone
I am going to cheat with this one. I love this book not for the way it is written, but for the subject that its 431 pages ramble on about. It is a biography of Vincent Van Gogh, woven together from the various letters exchanged between him and his brother. The writing feels blotchy and broken, but towards the end, it sort of begins to merge with the way Van Gogh led his life and begins to make more sense. I even ended up having a couple of Absinthe shots post this. And guess who's painting covered the front of the box in which the drink came?
I have been contemplating picking up his Agony and Ecstasy on the life of Michelangelo, but I haven't been able to convince myself to do it yet.

Cyril, thanks for this one!
The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
My second Neil Gaiman after The Ocean at the End of the Lane. Made me glad I gave him a second chance. (I know you're a die hard Gaiman fan, but don't be judging me yet!) This book, is unlike anything else I have ever read. (Or maybe like something Japanese I may have read). Twisty and turny, I like how all the pieces fall together towards the end. You could call it a book for kids if you were one, but you could also call it a book for adults, if you are one. 

A Case of Exploding Mangoes by Mohammed Hanif
HO HO HO! This one, left me in awe! It was so dark, it was funny. The book is about the plane crash that killed General Zia. It comes with its own conspiracy theory. For a species obsessed with conspiracies, it is hard not to fall in love with this one. Needless to say, after this book ends, you will spend the better part of an afternoon reading up on General Zia and his Pakistan. I know I did. At the sake of missing sprint tasks. Of a product I owned. (Just kidding. Would I make it public knowledge if that were to happen?). I give all credits for me reading this book to Raghu. After making me read Twilight ten years ago, I think this was his best recommendation to me ever. Little brother has finally grown up.

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
(Disclaimer: I had no idea this book was made into a movie nominated for an Oscar when I started reading it. If I had, there is a strong possibility I would have never read it. It was actually a series of circumstances that led me to this one. First off, I read an article on Facebook where a lady spoke about the importance of sharing books with your loved ones. She explicitly took the example of this book to drive home her point. Secondly, thanks to Amazon, I found it for INR 49 the next day. Sort of just landed in my lap. (GOOO Kindle!)

Where do I begin with this one? I have no words to describe it. Hence, I shall call it cute. It is about an old man who has a routine. If I say anything more than that, you would hate me for spoiling it for you. All I am going to say is that this book made me gasp, smile, tear up and laugh out loud, all in a span of 300 pages. It's the sort of book that leaves you with a warm, fuzzy feeling after you have read the last page. It was also the sort of book that makes you not want to reach the last page. I think it has ruined me for other books for some time. I have actually picked up Sylvia Plath to bring me back to ground reality for now. I hope it was not too early to have moved on. PLEASE read it, especially if you haven't seen the movie. I don't know how  they could have taken such a complex character and put him inside a movie. I need to sit and introspect before I can decide whether I want to watch the movie or not. Meanwhile, read it.

Leave comments if you want to talk about any of the books above. I would love to hear your opinions!!

Naina