The Gospel of Yudas – A Review

Facts about the book

  • Author – K.R. Meera
  • Translation by – Rajesh Rajamohan (From Malayalam)
  • Released in – 2016 (Originally Published)
  • Pages – 150
  • My Rating – 4/5

The Gospel of Yudas – K.R.Meera

What man needs is freedom. Not only to run or walk, but to think, dream and die too” – Pg.70

A simple story about revolutionaries and the difficulties meted out by them during the dark period of emergency. The novella is set in Kerala, and revolves around Prema, a 15 year old girl, and Yudas the main protagonist of the book. There are many different points of view which I personally saw while reading. Two of which stood out for me are:

Love –The first being, the undying infatuation, love, attraction of a little girl, Prema, for Yudas, who dredges out corpses from under a lake near to his makeshift home. Prema follows Yudas everywhere and proclaims her love for him. And everytime, Yudas gives her a slip. The story skips years on a fast paced manner and the reader experiences the struggle, the love, the pain that Prema goes through. She longs to be rescued from the tyranny of her father, who, is a former policeman who tortured naxalites during the emergency. Prema is drawn to the naxalite ideologies and is convinced that only Yudas could save her. She traces back Yudas’ journey step by step to know him better. But can Yudas really save her? Does he have a story of his own?

Prison – This is not your typical prison cell with steel bars. This prison is in your mind. A place which is present in every human being and there are many thoughts that are hidden. The only difference being, some of us quickly escape from those prison of thoughts and unfortunately some don’t. We follow Yudas, who is a prisoner of his past deeds/thoughts. He tries escaping the small, dark dingy room but sees himself again drawn towards it.

In the end, what is right and what is wrong is upto the reader to decide. Everyone will have their point of view, and the author has done a good job in putting it across.

Who should read this book – A rather simple read with not many characters. I believe it would be better to read the book in Malayalam to feel its originality. People who would like a quick weekend read can definitely go for this.

Enjoy!

Champak

Perched high on a lone dry rock inside a small cave sat Champak. It has been raining for three continuous days. ‘The rain gods have been extra generous this year’, he thought, ‘ah, after all, this is gods own country. They have the liberty to do what they want.’ He started to ramble away into his thoughts but was jolted awake due to a commotion he heard far away. There were a silhouette of people running towards a small thatched hut. ‘eh, what are these people running for. Hmmm, strange creatures really. Need to check it out’. And, he hopped from the rock on to another and reached the hut, much faster than the others. ‘huh! I am first’ and he stuck his tongue out. While he was rejoicing his small victory, he could hear a woman grimacing in pain in the adjacent room. The scene that he saw there was magical. His ears were filled with a shrill voice of a baby crying. The folks inside the house were congratulating each other.

“It’s a girl”, announced the woman with grey hair and saree the colour of champak’s skin

“Deivame! (Oh lord!), you heard my prayers. I always wanted a girl child, and I had complete faith in you”, said the man who was pacing up and down the corridor couple of minutes ago.

And that was the day when Mini mol and champak became best friends.

Champak would visit Mini’s house every day. He liked to play hide and seek with her. Some days he used to visit her house during lunch hours and used to eat his favourite vegetable paste made from beetroot, carrot and some sugar. He liked it a lot and used to gobble it up like he has been hungry for days together.

Champak’s parents were very hard working. They used to go early in the morning for their work and used to return late at night with some delicious food to eat. ‘mmmm! Slurp! This tastes fresh’.

“The meat is fresh. Amma, what is special today? ”, asked Champak to his mom.

“Nothing special Champu, saw this fresh meat while coming back from work, thought you would like it. And also, it was free of cost. Hee hee!”

“Ah, angane para (Ah, no wonder)”, and they laughed.

Champak’s family had migrated to Kerala long before he was born. He had heard stories about the lack of rainfall and the shortage of food. His family used to stay in a big mansion back in the days but had to give way for a big structure that was to come up where their house was. His parents had a tumultuous time searching for a vehicle for them to travel to the land which was thriving with food and rainfall. They were welcomed with open arms upon reaching but, the search for a safe shelter took his parent’s breath away. Finally, after days of searching, they got a cosy and warm structure to stretch their legs during nights. This is where Champak was born.

Initially, Champak did not like the smell of his house. It used to be always dusty during summers and had an eerie dampness in the air during monsoons. But, he liked the rainy season. He would go out to play with his friends, and to watch football matches in the nearby ground. He loved to splash around in the muddy water. Sometimes, they were chased away by the men working in the field where they played. Every day after the sun set, Champak would sit on the lone rock near his house and look into the horizon while recollecting the sweet smell in the air. This lone rock served his and his friends purpose of playing The King and his Attendants. Champak would act as a King and all his other friends used to be his attendants. He used to give mock orders sitting high on this rock.

Every morning he used to reach Mini’s house to play with her. Most of the time she would be asleep and he used to wait near her room for her to wake up. ‘How many hours does she sleep’, thought Champak. He was very protective of her and always used to watch her actions like a big brother.

“Mini mole, where are you?”, called out Mini’s mom from the kitchen. ‘Oh lord, where did Mini go? She was right here. How can she disappear into thin air? I should stop day dreaming from now on, otherwise bad things might happen to Mini. How can her parents be so irresponsible? They should always have one eye on her’, he thought. Champak finally found Mini playing with mud near her front porch. ‘Phew! There she is’ Champak heaved a sigh of relief.

“Mini, don’t go out without informing me. Don’t you know there are bad people around?”

Mini did not say anything but just looked at him and smiled while eating the mud off her hands.

“Ayye! Mini, don’t eat that. It’s not good for you.” “Aunty, look at her, she’s eating mud from the front porch” Mini’s mom came out from the kitchen and quickly took Mini to get her hands and mouth washed.

 Champak could never get angry at Mini. She had a certain type of innocence which he wanted to protect. He was her big brother, he wanted to be with her all the time. She was always very happy to see him and play with him.

Once when they were playing Catch me if you can, they saw a big vehicle coming towards Mini’s house. Champak was saved in the nick of time by jumping on a small mould of mud.

“Aye! Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see we are playing here? What if you had squished me beneath those big tyres?” The man did not hear a thing.

‘Why are there so many people in Mini’s house? Who are they?’ thought Champak. He had smelled tasty dishes being prepared earlier in the day, but he was so busy playing with Mini that he did not bother to check that was being prepared. There was a big cake kept on the table. It was Mini’s birthday. ‘Oh my god! I forgot it’s her birthday. I haven’t brought any gifts for her. How can I be so absent minded?’ Champak started to sulk in a corner when his eyes met Mini’s. She was looking very happy and was laughing when someone put a bit of cake on her cheeks. ‘May god give her all that she desires’ and Champak went home.

Days and years went by and Champak started to go with his parents for work. He used to miss Mini and the fun times that they had. He used to wait to get back home so he could go play with Mini. But by the time, he reached home, he used to be tired and the last thing that he wanted to do was to cross the big fields to reach Mini’s house.

One fine morning, he could see hoards of vehicles near Mini’s house. He wondered what could be the occasion. It is not Mini’s birthday for sure. She just celebrated her recent birthday amidst much fanfare. Although Champak couldn’t be there, he had heard that the feast served was out of this world. ‘If it’s not her birthday then why are there so many people in her house’

“Da, come fast otherwise we ll be late to work” said his mom. “Illa Amma, I am taking the day off today. Will see you guys at night” saying this he hopped on to the fields to see what is happening at Mini’s house.

When he reached there he could see Mini dressed in a saree and carrying some cups of tea and smiling.

“Mini, what is happening, why are there so many people in your house? What’s the special occasion?” enquired Champak.

Mini could not hear him, ‘there is a lot of noise here, I will ask her once everyone leaves’ and Champak anxiously waited near her garden away from all the commotion.

Mini finally came out but this time there was a strange man with her whom Champak had not seen. He knew all of Mini’s relatives and he was not one amongst them. He slyly went and hid near a big earthen pot to hear what they are talking about. ‘My god! This is so wrong. I should not be listening to their conversations.’ Thought Champak. But there was no way out because he would have to pass Mini and the strange man on his way out. He stay put where he was trying not to listen to what they were talking about. Occasionally, he would hear Mini’s laughter. ‘She sounds so melodic when she laughs.’ Finally, after a couple of hours when everyone left, he went near Mini and asked her,

“Mini what is happening? I am not able to understand. Why are you dressed in a saree? Who is that man you were talking to? I am sorry I was there but believe me when I say that I did not hear anything that you guys were talking about”

Just then, Mini’s parents came into her room and asked her,

“Mini mole, did you like the guy? He is an engineer in a very big company and he works in Dubai. If you like him, we would like to go ahead with the proposal” Mini did not say anything but just nodded. Her parents hugged her and left her to rest.

“Mini, you are getting married? How can you not tell me? We have been best friends since childhood. I always looked after you like my own sister” Champak left Mini’s home sad and devastated.

Champak was only half way through to his house when he saw his parents coming towards him.

“Champak where were you? We were worried about you” said his mom worriedly.

“Amma, Mini is getting married” cried Champak. “She was my best friend but she did not tell me anything about this. How can she do this to me Amma? I always looked after her like my own sister. We used to play together and still she did not mention anything to me. I always used to tell her everything that happens with me. Yes, it has been a couple of months that I couldn’t meet her because of my work, but that shouldn’t be a factor of not telling me such an important news”

Champak cried to sleep that night and woke up really tired the next day. When he woke up, he saw his parents next to him. His mom was sitting next to him and caressing his head.

“Amma, you guys did not go to work today?”

“Illa Champu, we took the day off today to look after you. Come, I have made your favourite dish for breakfast today. Mone, what happened yesterday was really unfortunate. We know you and Mini are best friends. You were there when she was born years ago. You have always looked after her like a younger sister. You have been with her through thick and thin mone. But you need to understand that everyone is different in the way they express things. You cannot expect everyone to be the way you want. You need to accept the reality that Mini mol would be married and would be going to her husband’s house soon”

“But Amma, I know there would be a day when she would be married and would go to her husband’s place. I just expected her to tell me in advance about all this so that I could be better prepared”, exclaimed Champak while slurping his favourite soup.

“Champu what you are telling is absolutely right. But you need to understand that people change with time. Maybe she did not do this deliberately. You could not meet her for days and months together because of your work. Also, how do you think she could tell you?”

“Why Amma, she can tell me, I am no stranger to her” said Champak with tears in his eyes.

“Mone, try and understand this, you guys cannot communicate since both your language are not the same. Have you got any response from her when you asked her something?”

“No Amma. Whenever i have asked her anything, she has only looked at me and smiled”

“Yes. Do you know why Champu?”

“No Amma, why?”

“Mone Champu, how do you expect humans to understand our language. All they can hear are croaks. Mone, you are frog” That’s when reality hit Champak. He just sat there frozen looking his parents and croaked his tears away.

Spotlight – Story about a boy

Dai, get up. You can’t sleep till the sunlight hits your back. There are rules here.”

And so he got up, groggy and unfulfilled. “This is not how it is supposed to end”, he thought to himself. Where did he go wrong? He had a fulfilling career, he had loving friends, and he had his family who doted upon him to set things straight. Now, he either curls up in a corner of his dingy little room or stares blankly at the ray of light that manages to peek in through a small hole in the wall. ‘There is still hope’, he says to himself and fades into his rambling thoughts.

Arjun was born on a bright sunny day amidst all the chaos of a typical government hospital. That was the first day that he saw the magic of a spotlight which shone bright upon him. ‘What was this magnificent thing that’s so small yet so bright’ he thought. He started loving it as the day went by, and loved it even more when the nights came out. Arjun despised the frequent power cuts, and thought, ‘how can I keep the light shining bright even during these treacherous time.’ And so he started to skulk around with all the ideas that his little grey matter could cluster, all this for the light to keep shining bright and on him. He started gathering all the ideas and came up with a small device which would keep the spotlight on him even during those power cuts. He had tasted success, he was hooked and then, there was no looking back.

At the age of 10, Arjun came face to face with a guitar, being played by a street musician. The sweet melody that came out of it attracted him towards the musician like how the pied piper of Hamelin attracted the kids towards him. He was mesmerized with the music and more than the music he was mesmerized with the crowd that had gathered in a circle to listen to the musician and the music. His definition of spotlight changed. He wanted to learn the guitar and off he went home with his new found passion. The next morning he strolled into a neighborhood music store to buy a guitar and search for someone who would teach him. He wanted to maintain the spotlight on him always. He practiced day and night and got better at it with each passing hour. Success came to him in the form of a small cultural event in his society when he strummed a famous local number on the guitar. People, not known to him, started talking to him, started following him. He was their pied piper.

Arjun went to one of the best schools in town and the best graduation college. He was one of the most popular student amongst the hundreds of student inside the college campus. Performing on stage came naturally to him and his professors were proud of an all-rounder like him. They had pinned high hopes on him. During one of the many performances, he started feeling breathless and tired. ‘Oh it must be the lack of sleep last night’ he thought and moved on with his performance. As usual, he was showered with praises. ‘Hmmm, the spotlight is still on me.’

The second year of his college started and he was conferred with the best all-rounder student. While giving his speech, the chancellor, heaped praises which gave him wings and he was on cloud nine. Arjun never wanted to leave this glitzy world where he was respected like the almighty, and THUD! he mouth was filled with dust,

Ah, sorry dude, my bad. Here, let me help you with those books” said Viraj, the newest student in his class.

That’s ok Viraj, be careful next time mate. See ya.” ‘Did he do it on purpose? Was he following me to take away all the aura from me? I am sure he must be scheming to get me out of the spotlight.’ These lingering thoughts were enough for Arjun to lose his sleep.

The next day he saw Viraj warming up on the college grounds for the intercity football championships. He could see flock of people around the ground cheering for him. Viraj was superb during the match and the supporters just erupted with joy when he scored the winning goal. They lifted him on their shoulders and took a round of the ground. ‘Bah! Temporary stardom dude, you won’t be able to handle it. I am the star here’ said Arjun to himself. And thus began the cold war between him and his sworn enemy. Arjun was so miffed with Viraj that he started following him everywhere. Arjun wanted his aura, his capabilities, and his footy skills. He went and begged the football coach to train him. Arjun wanted to be the best. But alas, after couple of days of training, he started feeling breathless again.

‘What was happening to me? I am the best and intend to be one. I should not have any issues. I am definitely not supposed to have any breathing problem as well’

A quick visit to a nearby clinic changed the course of his thoughts. He was diagnosed with a rare form of breathing issue.

So does that mean, I won’t be able to play football?” asked Arjun. “Unfortunately no Arjun” said the doctor.

He was devastated. He walked like a zombie back home and went to sleep without having his favorite mutter paneer. Next day he woke up tired and with a fever. The doctor had prescribed few tablets and most importantly positive thoughts. He skipped college for the next one week. As he lay trembling with fever on his bed, he thought to himself, ‘I need to get a hold on this and get back to what I do best, my guitar and my music’.

After a week of ample rest, he went to the college with his guitar on slinging on one side of his shoulder. He waited until the end of all the lectures to spin his magic and started playing a popular song of those days. He could see Viraj amongst the crowd. He smirked at him, but the poor fellow thought Arjun invited him to stand beside him. ‘What is he doing? Why the hell is he dancing? I never asked him to dance’. People started cheering for Viraj. They clapped, they whistled, they hooted – for Viraj. Arjun could not take this anymore. SMACK! His guitar smashed into pieces and some of the wooden fragments stuck on Viraj’s face. He was down and unconscious. Time stood still,

What did you do Arjun?” said one of his classmates.

I don’t know, it was not me

Yes, it was you, we all saw it”, said the others.

Soon the Chancellor came and all the other professors. Viraj was taken into emergency and treated for a fractured jaw.

The cops came looking for Arjun, and saw him whimpering behind the broken guitar in a corner. They took him to the station and was asked all sorts of questions. Viraj’s father was a man with high contacts and made sure to break Arjun emotionally.

He was tortured emotionally and physically. They wanted to know if he had any motive of striking Viraj. “Are you an undercover naxal?” asked one potbellied officer. “No sir, I am just a student trying to make his mark”. “Yeah, you have definitely made a mark, but on that poor fellow’s face”, and he gave a roaring laughter which scared Arjun.

They showed no remorse while questioning him. Finally, after seven harrowing days, Arjun gave up.

Yes”, he screamed. “I was the one who hit Viraj. He was stealing my thunder. I could never let that happen. I have got what I wanted always, and this was the only way I could get my spotlight back”.

The cops recorded his statement and handcuffed him. They took a series of photographs for their records and sent him behind bars.

The moment he entered those hallowed gates of prison at night, he could see the gleam of light bright upon him. The spotlight was on him. But, was it the same?

Poonachi – A Review

Facts about the book

  • Author – Perumal Murugan
  • Translation – N. Kalyan Raman
  • Released in – 2018
  • Pages – 179
  • My Rating – 5/5

Poonachi – Perumal Murugan

First off, this is a translated book – from Tamil – and I was a little skeptical in picking it up, simple reason being, translated books lose their identity and originality which the reader might experience while reading the original version. But as a bibliophile, I really wanted to get my hands on this because the subject attracted me a lot. How many times can you see a goat being the main protagonist of the story? Not many I guess. Mr. N Kalyan Raman has done a tremendous job in translation and I could feel the originality not being lost while reading it.

Coming to the story, simply put, this is the story of little black goat named Poonachi. A typical rural setup, Poonachi is given to a goat herder right when the he wishes he had one more goat that he coukd herd and make money out of. Bakasura – as the person who gifts Poonachi – makes a mention that she is the seventh child of her mother and that there are rare chances that a goat would deliver seven kids at once. She is termed as a miracle. This entices our goat herd who carries Poonachi home. He is severely criticized by many people including his wife at the sight of the small little goat who is no big than a kitten. Poonachi looks at an unfortunate future when she is swooped down by an eagle and taken off from her house by a mysterious creature during a moonlit night.

The story takes you through many snippets where Poonachi is trying to adjust with the other goats that are there in the family and how she is neglected by them. There are times of warmth between the woman and Poonachi while there are also times when Poonachi finds it difficult to convey her feelings.

Poonachi’s story is every women’s story about what they go through in the beautiful course of their life. The feelings, the fear and longing and the survival has been depicted through Poonachi’s eyes. This is the story of all mothers and their course of journey into motherhood and added responsibility and how beautifully they fulfill it.

This is the story about blind faith about animal sacrifice that some of us have. Last but not the least, this is the story of every farmer and what they endure during their course of life and the hardships that they face from different parts of the society.

Like the great Mahatma said ” Be the change that you wish to see in the world“, we as individuals ,should start within ourselves to slowly and steadily remove the unwanted thoughts and things from within oneself to see the change that we want to see one day.

Who should read this book: A simple answer, everyone!

Enjoy!

Name to a Face – A Review

Facts about the book

  • Author – Robert Goddard
  • Publisher – Corgi Books
  • Released In – 2007
  • Pages – 470
  • My Rating – 3.5/5

Name to a Face – Robert Goddard

Another thriller from one of my favorite authors. This one will take you on a wild goose chase from Monte Carlo to Cornwall to Scilly Isles to London and Germany in search of a mystery ring including romance, murder, kidnapping, good-deal-gone-bad, theft and a mysterious housekeeper. Will the hunter become the hunted?

The protagonist of the story, Tim Harding, is a landscaper by profession. The author makes every bit to describe him as a James Bond(ish) character. A widower, he is loyal to his work and also to his friend, Barney Tozer’s wife Carol.

The scene starts off with Tim being sent off to Cornwall by Barney for a really simple task of attending an auction and bid for an antique ring of much importance to the Tozer family. Once there, he finds out that there is more to this than meets the eye. He is caught up in a whirlpool of questions – There is a diving accident involving Barney, which he vehemently denies, Then there is the centuries old history of the ring and the reason why Barney  wants it to be kept within the family, the housekeeper who has many confidant’s to help her keep a mysterious secret of something that happened in the past. Will Tim be able to connect the dots?

The plot is intelligent and starts off strong with a good narrative pace but loses its rhythm somewhere in the middle. All the characters involved are on a personal quest each seeking one thing but getting the unexpected. The author has dispensed these little twists and turns in each chapter which would keep the reader hooked to know what happens in the end and to the protagonist.

Who should read this book  – Those who like thrillers with a bit of history and for anyone who loves reading.

Enjoy!

Memoirs of a Geisha – A Review

Common terms in the book

Japanese Geisha

GeishaJapanese women who entertain through performing the ancient traditions of art, dance and singing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geisha

Geisha’s in a Tea house with patrons

Tea House (Ochaya)An establishment where patrons are entertained by Geisha  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ochaya

A typical Tatami mat

Tatami – A type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese style rooms https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tatami

Facts about the book

  • Author – Arthur Golden
  • Publisher – Vintage Books
  • Release Date – September, 1997
  • Pages – 497
  • My Rating – 4/5

Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden

This book took me quite sometime to finish, but the end made it all for the lost time that I couldn’t read it. The author has kept the language simple with limited characters so that the reader is not confused and does not lose the flow while reading it.

This story, as the title suggests, is a memoir of a former Geisha from Japan and her journey of becoming the most sought after Geisha in the town of Kyoto.

The protagonist of the story is Chiyo or Sayuri (as she is later known as), who is born in to fisherman’s family in a small village of Yoroido and lives with her mother, father and her older sister Satsu , on a small hillock. Life is challenging for the family of four, especially because of her mother’s illness which constantly bothered little Chiyo. This first part also give the readers an insight about how Chiyo meets the man who takes her to Kyoto for her formal training as a Geisha.

The second part takes place in a tea house in the city of Kyoto. This is where the story of how the little Chiyo becomes Sayuri, the most sought after Geisha in Kyoto unfolds. She faces the hardships of a newbie and the occupants of the tea house do take that advantage. This part also tells us about the opportunities and chances that she gets in order to pursue her now dream, of becoming a Geisha. There are good Samaritans in her journey who help her to accomplish her dream.

In the end, its all about ones dream and the walk that one takes to fulfill the dream. Everyone has a story of their own and its magical.

Why and Who should read this book – For those who would like to get a sneak peek into the glitzy yet fused life of a Geisha. For those who would like to know what is it like being a Geisha in Japan, and for those who just love reading.

Enjoy!