The Reluctant Fundamentalist, by Mohsin Ahmed

“It seems an obvious thing to say, but you should not imagine that we Pakistanis are all potential terrorists, just as we should not imagine that you Americans are all undercover assassins.”

At a cafe table in Lahore, a bearded Pakistani converses with an American stranger. As the evening progresses, he tells him about his disillusionment with America, betrayal of his American dream and a girl with whom his relationship is eclipsed by the reawakened ghosts of her past.

I knew that Mira Nair’s movie was coming soon, but till I read the IMDb description of the movie, I wasn’t inspired to read the book. The way the book is described on Goodreads as well as the back cover, it gives you an idea that this guy, Changez, meets an undercover US intelligence officer and while he tells him all about his life in the US, he gets to know about the identity of the man he is talking to.

On the contrary. This is how the book went for me:

Page 1: Seems interesting. I was pretty excited to read it. Of-course, if Mira Nair is planning to make a movie based on a book, it has to be great.

Page 10: The book is an easy read. Simple language and all.

Page 60: Great, you have a good job and a wonderful girl, but where does the intelligence forces’ action start?

Page 100: I’m more than half done with the book and all you’re telling me about is how you worry about Pakistan’s place in the international scenario after 9/11, it being Afghanistan’s neighbour, but all I’m really waiting for is you to be taken in as a detainee and questioned. Let’s wait.

Page 150: Seriously? You have received differential, but tolerable treatment from your colleagues and the airport security, but there is a US officer sitting right across. When is he going to do something?

Page 180: 4 pages left and you’re still droning about the hardships faced and protests made by your people. Maybe there is something huge. Maybe

Page 184: I was so excited about you and you didn’t even let the officer speak a word. I didn’t know that things would end friendly, but you played the innocent man really well.

See, expectations v. reality. I thought I had a right to expect from an author something that has been tacitly promised in the description. I expected more drama. It made me uncomfortable throughout rather than excited and the most irritating part is that you are compelled to read it till the end in the hope of getting hold of the whole idea of this book.

This book has some great ideas but somehow fell short of the elements that would have made it a great page turner. It felt too safe and too confined for my taste. Islamic Fundamentalism is a sensitive subject and needs to be handled carefully without actually conveying any negative message or an ambiguous one but what Mohsin Hamid as seemed, resisted from going out of his comfort zone and stating everything at a superficial level without actually diving deep. The only thing I found acceptable was his realization of being victimized or prone to victimization because “I am a Muslim”.

I believe Hamid has a lot of potential as regards creativity, but he has to let go of his inhibitions. I was disappointed, big time, hence 3/5.

Gargi

Bombay Talkies (2013)

Finally I have seen a movie in a theatre. On top of that, alone. I went for the movie yesterday and enjoyed all the 127 minutes it was.

Bombay Talkies celebrates 100 years of India cinema by way of an anthology of four short movies made by four directors – Karan Johar, Dibakar Banerjee, Zoya Akhtar and Anurag Kashyap – pretty much the best in the industry today. The movie’s release marked the beginning of a new era in modern cinema.

Let’s go through all of these one by one:

1. Ajeeb Dastaan Hai Yeh (Karan Johar)

Karan Johar approaches the subject of homosexuality in this movie. Saqib Saleem is thrown out of his place because his father is enraged as he recently came out. Physically beaten by his father, he moves into a new ramshackle place and starts interning in Mumbai Masala under Rani Mukherji, a journalist, who faces sexual repression in her marriage with Randeep Hooda. There is an unconventional love triangle. The movie very delicately deals with the subject of homosexuality and attitude of people towards homosexuals. On Saqib’s first day at work, he tells Rani that he is gay only to get a casual nod. Upon enquiring about the dull response, Rani says, “You’re just gay, not a terrorist.”

2. Star (Dibakar Banerjee)

After the death of his father, a failed actor, Nawazuddin Siddiqui, is struggling to make a living. He resides in Lalbaug, a Marathi bastion. He stumbles upon a chance to prove himself to the world, and more importantly, his daughter. The movie is taken from a short story by Satyajit Ray, so it involved changing the setting from 1960s Calcutta to 2013 Mumbai. It perfectly shows the magic of story-telling.

3. Sheila ki Jawani (Zoya Akhtar)

This movie revolves around a 12-year boy from a middle-class family who aspires to break conventions and follow his dream of becoming Katrina Kaif. There is a very sensitive portrayal of a boy who is interested in dance, as opposed to sports and likes playing dress-up with his sister’s clothes. This should inspire all the parents to let their children pursue their dreams come what may, instead of tying the child to the societal norms of gender.

4. Murabba (Anurag Kashyap)

A man from a small town in UP comes to Mumbai to fulfill his ailing father’s last wish. The agenda is to get Amitabh Bachchan eat half portion of the Murrabba made by his mother and the left portion to be brought back for his father to eat and which may also save his father’s life. I found this to be the most sensitising of all. It depicts the obsession of the people with the filmstars, who view them as gods.

The thing that saddened me was that the viewers are so insensitive that the sad parts made them laugh due to some reason. For the viewers who cannot appreciate the fine nuances of the movie, it will be two and a half hours of extensive boredom.

Our viewership places commercial constraints on the filmmakers, it doesn’t let them tap the talent they possess. However, Bombay Talkies gives the filmmakers an opportunity to step out of their comfort zone and try to create something novel. Though I haven’t seen a lot of movies, this wasn’t exactly my idea of tribute to the industry. Anyway, it is a very distinct approach to filmmaking.

I personally believe that it was a unique experiment and such a performance should be delivered again. It is indeed a magnum opus, every single movie.

Do go and watch it!

Gargi

Lost in Comprehension: Coke

English is a weird language. At least as opposed to hindi, my mother tongue. We pronounce exactly as we write. I mean words like, guitar, rough and bottle, seriously? Guitar should be geetar, rough should be ruff and bottle should be bawtull. Because of this, there is a lot of confusion among native hindi speakers (and other Indian languages too!) and we have been an object of ridicule (Thank you, come again). Now since I am a person who finds pun everywhere (read my ‘about’), I’m starting with a new segment: “Lost in Comprehension“. This will tell how the english words sound to us and what meaning can they draw.

The word for the day is Coke. Coke, normally implying Coca-Cola, my second favourite beverage in the world, right after water. Coke, also the coal-based fuel. And yes, cocaine too! Now our Gujarati people go with softer sounds. Instead of an ‘o’, they would say ‘aw’. See where I’m going with this? It’s cock for them. The rooster. *innocence overload* For some reason they want to drink the ‘cock’; put it to their mouths and quench their thirst. I mean, a rooster, seriously? Well, to each his own.

On an unrelated note, a large number of Gujaratis are into oral sex. Well.

Stills from Kal Ho Na Ho, a bollywood film:

How did you like this post? Any suggestions on the next word/phrase? Or maybe you want me to go less NSFW? Do tell!

Gargi

Sputnik Sweetheart, by Haruki Murakami

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”

I went to Kitab Khana last evening, after leaving the Oxford Book Store (somehow I don’t like this one) planning to buy Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go. I sat in a comfortable leather chair near the classics section and after reading 3 pages I had decided to buy when my eyes fell on Sputnik Sweetheart. I thought I’ll just read a page or two and then get Never Let Me Go billed. If only that would have happened! I got hooked to the book from the very first page and after reading 18 pages(!) bought this one (I got a discount too, I didn’t know: 360 instead of the printed 450 – Do go there!). Anyway, I read all the way in the train back and finished it before going to bed last night.

I read this book for the Haruki Murakami Reading Challenge. This is probably the first book I’ve read where I have absolutely no idea where to begin with. Let’s start with a brief plot summary. Sumire, a 22-year old is an aspiring novelist straight out of a Jack Kerouac book (that is what they say. I guess I’ll finally have to read On The Road now). She meets Miu, 17 years her senior at a party and falls in love with her. First love and that too with a woman, seems too much to handle. Sumire tells everything to K, her friend and the narrator, who happens to be in love with her.

This is not your typical love-triangle. Miu employs Sumire and they go on a trip to Europe where on a Greek island Sumire vanishes, just like smoke. My first Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart, is probably one of the best unrequited love stories I have come across. Beyond that it gives you very dreamy and surreal scenes. There were times where the line between reality and dreams blurred.

The novel has a very simple writing style. No embellishments, no effort to make the story seem more than what it is. Again, a very easy read. I finished it in less than four hours, so you needn’t worry about not being able to finish it.

I gave the book 4/5 stars on Goodreads. I think you should read it and think over it on a weekend evening. Probably the next.

Next on my reading list: On The Road, by Jack Kerouac. Why? They keep comparing Sumire’s character to a typical ‘Kerouacian’ (if that is a word). Or maybe The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Why? Bookclub. Or maybe Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. Why? I picked it up before this one. The biggest maybe: Atonement by Ian McEwan. Why? I read 2 pages at the Oxford Book Store. *confused* Highest chances of reading The Help, I bought it second-hand yesterday from the shops near the Churchgate Station.

Gargi