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Book review: The Cabinet Conspiracy

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Author: Jigs Ashar

A perfect treat for political thriller buffs, the plot revolves around a ruling party and the various issues at stake as the game towards achieving power unfolds….

When the current PM Mahendra Doshi declares a new name for the upcoming general elections, as a PM candidate, it causes ripples in the otherwise stagnant political in-party waters. The fact that he chose the young and dynamic Maharashtra CM for the top post doesn’t go down well with several people in the political circles within the party.

Alongside the Indo-Sino relationships have always been the perfect potboilers for any scribe globally and the frequent interference of the Chinese in dishonouring the borders haven’t smoothened the relationships between the two powerful countries. The Chinese now require Indian consent to utilise the disputed PoK territory for its Belt and Road Initiative. They are aware that the current PM would never succumb to any pressure.

However what if there is a traitor AKA Serpent who is ready to sell his soul and the country to express his displeasure? How can the best of the Police and ATS prevent an international assassin from eliminating the PM candidate, particularly when the ruthless enemy seems to be a step ahead every time? A carnage is waiting to happen on a special day in Mumbai… will the attempt be thwarted? And at what cost?

This and more in this edge-of-the-seat thriller. A must-read if you are a Mumbaikar!

Book Review: Cupid @Corporate

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Author: Meenakshi M Singh

The story is a light-hearted romance set in 2005 in the corporate world when social media pressures were barely present. Those were the days when one’s personal life could stay hidden beneath the veneer of job titles and workaholism.

The story belongs to the female protagonist Suhaani Seth through and through. Brought up amidst middle-class values, Suhaani has always felt like a cog in the wheel in her household, since she wasn’t the proverbial male heir the family yearned for. She craved freedom figuratively and literally. And her jobs were the stepping stone for the same.

She fell in love at the workplace but her heart was trampled upon in the guise of adhering to archaic traditions. She found it difficult to cope and wondered if happily ever afters were not for her or if she was expected to be the demure damsel to mould into some elite household cast, to cater to the needs of a man-child and his family.

But life took a turn when she crossed paths with her senior, Siddharth and before she knew they fell in love and hard. However, its said, that life isn’t a bed of roses and that’s exactly what transpired in their love journey that culminated in a dream wedding.

Whatever happens next, promises to bring the reader a smile.

A breezy read, perfect over unending cups of tea over the weekend!

 

 

 

Book Review: Secrets of Mango Rain

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Author: Nirmala Pillai

The author has delicately woven myriad strands of love, hate, longing, retribution, misunderstandings… in the tapestry of this saga. The story spans across two countries and cultures. Made in three parts, the author has carefully developed the character arcs for all the characters and they brilliantly spring to life as the story progresses. It’s simply unputdownable.

The book traverses the journey of young Valsa who is unceremoniously ‘left’ at her maternal home in Kerala, called ‘Raavilath’ at the ,mere age of 8. Her parents who had fled to Mumbai following their interreligious marriage that was considered taboo, had passed in an accident and in moments she had been orphaned. The maternal grandfather hated the little girl and didn’t fail to demonstrate his hatred. He called Valsa a ‘devil’s seed’ set to destroy the ancient clan. The turmoil and uncertainty always loomed over the love Valsa received from all others at Raavilath. Sven, her Swedish-Indian cousin comes into her life when she is a child and he protects her from all agony, shielding her from the harsh realities of life.

However, a naive Valsa messes it up when she is 12 and is sent to the US to join her aunt and her other cousin, a single mother. She makes a life for herself, especially with her friends Glenda and her stepbrother Jason who was Sven’s doppelganger.

When she is 18 she returns to Ravilaath and realises all her misadventures in the past were a result of her insecurities from wanting to belong to Ravilaath and her love for Sven. Sven promised he would wait for her but she had to see the world before that. That turns out to be her breath and motivation to live, her existence now relying on the slender thread of this hope. However, the news that Sven married his ex-girlfriend Erika, shatters her resolve and she tumbles into the abyss of misery.  She spirals out of control as drugs take precedence over logic and soon she attempts to end her life.

Jason reenters her life and brings her out of despair and they confess their love for each other. Valsa, on the path to recovery, begins to feel the closure she desperately sought as well as the sense of belonging to someone. Fate has other plans though and Jason a member of Doctors without Borders goes missing. Valsa decides to bring their child into this world and returns to Raavilath. Life finally comes full circle for Valsa.

The story keeps you hooked as you wonder what direction Valsa’s story will take and the author has arranged the plots and the characters beautifully as they compliment Valsa. The story not only intrigues you but takes you on a beautiful sojourn of God’s own country.

 

“Will you still take him…?”

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Short story of 1000 words for the platform, Artoons Inn.

Theme: ‘Beyond the obvious: sometimes questions are complicated and the answers are simple’

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“Will you still take him…?”

I stared down at the cul-de-sac corridor even as Naina’s grip on my arm tightened. Apprehensions loomed large over the polished neatness of the pediatric unit. I thought I was accustomed to it all but in the tapestry of life everything seemed futile

The cacophony of the pediatric OPD across the corridor was getting to me and I wanted nothing more than to run away from this predicament. But that wasn’t on the agenda, right? I couldn’t unravel the tender threads of my vulnerability especially before my family’s archaicism bursting at the seams.

“Mr. and Mrs. Sharma?” A fresh voice broke me out of my reverie and as if on autopilot, we walked towards the assessment room.

“It’s… going to be fine, right?” Naina’s voice quivered and I held her hands. I had to be strong… for the two of us.

‘New-born and pediatric hearing screening’ read the fading letters on the nameplate, loosely attached to the door.

Naina and I huddled close to each other in a dark outer room as the audiologist began the test. Naina began to pray hard, the flurry of whispery drawls thickening every second. There was a thick file next to the audiologist, filled with medical reports from the past month. And this was an extended check-up born out of a spectre of uncertainty.

I couldn’t dare to look inside the assessment chamber; instead, I only stared uneasily at the file where the sliver of light from the inner chamber fell on the cover.

The name column was blank.

The address was ‘Miracle Orphanage’

The file belonged to the cherubic toddler seated with the social worker in the inner chamber… the child who already had a piece of our hearts. The child squirming with unshed tears swimming in his beautiful brown eyes… eyes, similar to Naina’s. I knew in my heart he was looking for us…

I yearned to cry out loud; to unleash emotions raw enough to reverberate through the annals of time. He was my ‘son’… my Devashish….

Well, not yet.

I couldn’t bear the surge of emotions and left the room. I sighed, my gaze drifting towards the posters of little children adorning the gleaming walls. A palpable sense of disquietude crawled over my skin.

I was thrown down memory lane, retracing the steps of bygone moments outside the obstetric ward in this very hospital. I paced uncertain steps while the love of my life, Naina faced the painful IVF turmoil, our hearts intertwined in a dance of hope and longing. Our archaic Marwari lineage demanded progeny in the early years of marriage. Our desires too echoed in harmony with those ancestral expectations. We yearned for the pitter-patter of tiny feet to grace our shared existence.

However, our fairy tale came to an abrupt halt as two years down the line, we couldn’t conceive; all treatment models and surgeries proving futile. In pursuit of improving the physical parameters, delicate tendrils of her mental anguish were shadowed into an abyss of oblivion. Taunts and epithets rained down like arrows on my poor wife, each barb a venomous sting on her fragile spirit. She bore it in stoic silence while I only watched her further wither away with every failed insemination cycle…

In a moment of resolute clarity, I declared to my family that the problem lay in their scion, their pride. That reduced their tumulus whispers and baring the initial sermons on the inconceivable notion of male infertility, I was spared the torment. Naina could finally breathe easy. Yet the insidious void remained especially when children frolicked in the world around us.

The embers of hope stirred yet again when a suggestion to embrace adoption arose.

“But that won’t be yours…” Naina had spoken with unshed tears.

“The child will be ours” I had proclaimed.

Despite family protests, Naina and I registered with CARA* immediately.

Lady luck beamed her grace and the counsellor soon called to check out a ‘match’

Two months ago, that morning, we watched in wonder as he flaunted his toothless grin, his drool glistening as he stood on wobbly legs, clutching the edges of his baby cot in the orphanage. In that moment, it became clear to us… he was meant to be ours. Our Devashish… the embodiment of countless prayers we had fervently offered to innumerable gods.

We visited the orphanage daily to be with Devashish and our family eventually gave in to our boy’s charms. Yes, he was ‘ours’ already.

Everything sailed smoothly till the BERA* test was positive and they suspected hearing loss…

 

I was called back inside the testing room and the audiologist confirmed our worst fears after the behavioural audiometry.

“The reports indicate that the child has severe to profound hearing loss…” The audiologist continued her tirade about the rehabilitation measures…that could help his development.

The world faded away and I held Naina’s hand dragging her out even as she protested. I needed to breathe… The walls were closing in…

I walked oblivious to my surroundings, into the hospital gift store. Was it providence?

I wouldn’t know.

“Will you still take him, Ria…?” A man at the corner of the store asked his little daughter. She held a wooden doll with a broken leg. “…he is broken”

“So what Daddy? I can fix him and he will be just fine…” She hugged the doll.

Something tugged at my heartstrings and suddenly, the complexities clouding my mind dissolved into nothingness. I now had the answers to my unasked questions.

I looked back at a teary Naina and at that moment our solemn nods affirmed unspoken decisions binding our fates together.

“He… is ours… our son.” Naina cried.

In that testing room, that boy embodied more than just a diagnosis; he was our Devashish. Our emotional connection transcended mere blood relations. Nothing else mattered now… family, society et al.

Hand in hand Naina and I walked back towards the assessment room; to sign the final set of papers and bring our son home.

 

Author notes:

*CARA: Central Adoption Resource Authority is an autonomous and statutory body of Ministry of Women and Child Development in the Government of India. It was set up in 1990. It is a statutory body under Juvenile Justice Act, 2015.

*BERA: Brainstem Evoked Response Audiometry is an objective test used to determine how electrical waves are sent from the eighth cranial nerve to the brainstem in response to click noises delivered through the ear

Book Review: Scarred Earth

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Author: Bhaswar Mukherjee

In a single line, this is a marvellous piece of literature dripping with pathos.

The story is divided into three parts. The first is based in a lesser-known place called Banguran where the protagonist Baruni, who is just 13, faces the worst horrors of her life. As events unfold in the garb of communal violence the author manages to grip us to the cruel acts justified by the facade of religion and revolution. In 24 hours Baruni is dislodged from the life she had led to date, her body and resolve battered beyond recognition.

The story then moves to Kolkatta where Muneim, a teen from a privileged background detests the very life he has had so far and is desperate to break the shackles of an authoritative father. He revolts to study local shattering his father’s dream of sending him abroad resulting in a permanent crack in the father-son relationship. Despite his brilliance and struggle he innocently has to bear the brunt of rotten luck.

The finale is in Siliguri where Baruni relocates for higher education. She meets Kunal who falls for her but in a strange turn of events she is faced with her dark past, which comes back to haunt her.

Does Baruni attain retribution? Does Muneim overcome the curveballs thrown his way and does Kunal emerge from the burden of revelations about Baruni and his family?

The book is nothing short of a masterpiece and as a reader, I was hooked to it throughout. The author’s impeccable research and intelligence as well as a strong command over language is reflected throughout the book.

I am engulfed with poignant longings even hours after I have finished the book. I ardently hope the author comes up with a sequel.

 

Book Review: The Man Who Avenged Bhagat Singh

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Author: Abhijeet Bhalerao

Bhagat Singh was someone I have always revered and that is why the title caught my attention. The author is known for his expertise in history and that is seen through the immaculate detailing and thought-provoking write-up.
Besides the plot of how Bhagat Singh’s death was avenged, the story tells us about the sacrifice by the freedom fighters because of whom we breathe freedom to date. The revolutionaries were very young. Bhagat Singh was in his early 20s while some were in their teens. They didn’t hesitate to lay down their lives for the country.
The protagonist Baikunth Sukul emerged from the shadows and stayed right there as he trained and eventually followed his idol Bhagat Singh’s path of freedom struggle and the movements. The betrayal of Phanindra Nath Ghosh hit hard as the revolutionaries became sitting ducks; Phani Babu who once was a part of the movement, turned approver and revealed it all to the British. It didn’t take long for the powerful English to take out the pillars of revolution one by one beneath the façade of ‘fair’ trails.
Phani Babu was provided security by the British but eventually, it proved futile against the brilliant warrior, Baikunth who slayed the traitor.
The author has vividly described the complete evolution of the plot right from when Bhagat Singh killed Saunders to the smoke bomb in the parliament to the freedom movement that never lost its momentum spearheaded by Chandrashekhar Azad.
It’s a lesson to us all to realise how invaluable freedom is, particularly since it rests on the sacrifices made by the bravehearts. The author’s work is commendable. It’s not preachy, yet it is an invisible punch to the solar plexus and forces you to sit back and think.
This book can well be passed off as non-fiction. A must-read for history lovers.

Book Review: Stolen Legacies

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Author: Aditya Banerjee

A thriller plot revolving around a stolen box from the state archives. This according to the police of the time is considered insignificant. However, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

A couple of young journalists Manik and Kedar look into it. While the former is reeling under the pressures of a scandalous article the latter is less liked in the organisation.

The pox turns out to be a Pandora’s box holding secrets which if revealed could cause unimaginable chaos. The backlash received for the innocuous article seems to have multiple layers stemming from the box itself.

The author has extensively researched the media play at the time and has creatively weaved the plot in its intricate fibres, using politics and corruption to complete the sinister picture.

This even applies to current times where the media have a role to play and move beyond tabloid gossip. The repercussions of the revelations in the story bring out the essence of the plot leading it to a crescendo of climax.

The author’s research is commendable and so is the ability to balance multiple layers. The only drawback as a reader I feel the colloquialism could have been done away with and the language could have been crisper. This could have increased the pace of the narrative. Occasionally, there is a redundancy setting, and the author probably would like to look into it.

Overall an interesting read.

Book Review: Devi- the mystery of the Kolkata Murders

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Author: Prasun Roy

A beautiful story set in the backdrop of the famous Navaratri celebrations in Kolkatta.

The author uses every day from Mahalaya to Maha Dashami as a chapter to highlight aspects of a series of crimes, their investigation and finally culminating into a climax. The endpoint is victory over evil which is the significance of our festivals.

Amid the festivities, a fugitive business baron Durgacharan Mahesh is being extradited from Spain to Kolkatta en route to Mumbai. Police Commissioner Chouhan and his team are given the task of successfully transferring the baron amidst the high-tension duty of maintaining law and order during the festivities. However, a murder takes place and they are left with a  clue, the word ‘Devi’ written in blood beside the body. This is followed by a series of murders with similar MO and the word written and the police are clueless about who is the self-proclaimed vigilante set to right the wrongs. The dead people are connected to heinous crimes from not very long ago and the police are at a loss even as bodies pile up.

The story moves ahead as secrets from the past unravel and finally ends in a stunning discovery.

The author through this story has thrown light on how the rich and influential get away with sinister crimes and the cascading effect remains in the form of disgruntlement and very often resulting in vengeful activities.

The end is a bit rushed, otherwise, the story keeps the reader glued.

Book Review: Club you To Death

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Author: Anuja Chauhan

A sheer piece of brilliance. The book is a thriller spruced with humour throughout. This makes the book a light-hearted yet riveting read.

The story takes place in a fictitious club frequented by the whos who of the elite Delhites, The Delhi Turf Club (DTC). All hell breaks loose when a hunky personal trainer is found dead under a heavily loaded barbell. There was no love lost between the dead man and Mr. Khurana whose wife was a contender for the post of the club president. The death turns out to be a homicide and the needles of suspicion point towards the Khurana couple along with a few others.

Crime Branch veteran ACP Bhavani Singh is handed over the case that takes the capital by storm. It turns out that the dead trainer was deep in mud and had dirt over numerous elite members of the club that he used to blackmail. If revealed to the world, some secrets would be disastrous for the so-called high society privileged.

As the law enforcement begins to process the evidence obtained, they dig out yet another body… this time the skeletal remains, buried three years ago in the club premises… both figuratively and literally. Among the club members, the police take the help of Akash ‘Kashi’ Dogra who despises everything the DTC stands for and his ex-girlfriend Bambi Todi who loves the place like a second home.

A crime that seems simple enough on the surface is deep-rooted and eventually, the skeletons begin to tumble out of the elite closets.

The end catches you unawares. The author has beautifully woven the plot taking it to a logical climax and making you want for more. She has explored interpersonal relationships with great Elan and one can’t help but wonder at the hypocrisy of the elite resulting in closely guarded secrets.

Commercial fiction at its best!

Book Review: Souffle

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Author: Anand Ranganathan

The novel is a compelling page-turner and keeps you on the edge of the seats till the end and yet the last paragraph too leaves you wanting for more.

Business tycoon Mihir Kothari falls dead after he takes a bite of the specially prepared souffle earmarked for him. The circumstantial evidence points towards renowned celebrity chef Rajiv Mehra. Soon, other evidence emerge and that helps the police build a watertight case against Rajiv. So compelling is the evidence that the defence has nothing to counter the prosecution and Rajiv is sentenced to death. This brings an end to the high profile murder case taking the country by storm. However, Inspector Dayanand Apte, the case in charge despite soling the last case of his career before retirement, is not a happy man. He feels there is a void that can’t be explained, lacunae that can’t be filled…

Parallelly as Rajiv is transported to a holding place where the gallows await him, the vehicle meets with an accident resulting in the death of all the police personnel but Rajiv escapes with injuries.

The rest of the story follows the pursuit of finding the truth with a few red herrings thrown the reader’s way and I give it to the author for the vivid imagery he painted. helps keep you glued.

On the flip side, however, there are a few moments that turn the tide of the story but don’t seem to be plausible. For instance the execution of a capital punishment so quickly… however high profile the case may be we know how staggered our judicial system is. Also, Rajiv fighting a trained assassin and even managing to kill him, seems impossible… Or the inspector going way ahead of his boundaries post-retirement…like travelling abroad to find clues…There are a few of these absurdities.

The plot is brilliant and if these few drawbacks can be taken care of then the book is a masterpiece.