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07 June, 2012

A once-in-a-lifetime day!


Met Ruskin Bond yesterday. The great man had come to Landmark, Bangalore for celebrating the joint 25th anniversary of Penguin India and Landmark, by launching his book on poems. It was an opportunity not to be missed after our failed attempt to meet him at his hometown of Mussoorie a while back. Re-posting this from that post of mine:


Last year, we had been to Mussoorie during the Christmas vacation, and A had looked forward to meeting one of her favourite (OK, one of my favourite too) writers Ruskin Bond. She had made a booklet of a few of her own stories. We wanted to meet him and present him with this booklet, and get our favourite books ( The Blue Umbrella for A and A Flight of Pigeons for me) signed. Unfortunately, he was out of town, and was to return only after we left Mussoorie. So we requested Mr Arora, who owns a bookstore where Ruskin Bond regularly signed books for his readers, to hand over the booklet to him to sign, and gave him our address. We were extremely disappointed on not being able to meet him in person, but there was nothing we could do about that!


Imagine our delight when, after a few weeks, an envelope arrived at our home, containing the booklet, duly signed by Mr Bond, with a few encouraging words from him. Her book, (never mind that it was an unpublished, handwritten one) signed by Ruskin Bond!

So when I got the mailer announcing the event, I marked it on my calendar. School day or not.

So yesterday we proceeded to Landmark, armed with our copies of The Blue Umbrella and A Flight of Pigeons.

As expected, there was quite a crowd. What was not expected, was the utterly inane comments by the MC, who was also quite rude in the way he kept saying- "OK, now that the cake is cut, kids get off the stage!" He also kept making cliched comments like "Mr Bond is here- not James Bond!" and kept nudging us to clap every few minutes, when all of us were hanging on to every word uttered by Mr Bond. And he kept calling him Ruksin Bond! Couldn't Landmark and Penguin get someone better between them? The photographers were also quite rude, pushing and shoving the kids around. Choxbox has described what happened, in this post of hers.

OK, now that I've got that off my chest, let me say that it was lovely hearing him speak. He first launched his new book, and with the kids present, cut the cake for the occasion, then read a poem from his new book. He was a gentle giant with the kids, most of who asked him questions, and he answered them without talking down to them. The hallmark of a great person. He was also very gracious with questions and comments from the rest of the crowd. To A's question as to what the inspiration for her favourite book-The Blue Umbrella was, he replied that he had once seen a local girl walking with a similar umbrella, and had wondered about what her story was. So now we have a little girl mulling on the many interesting things around her, and wondering what the story of that incident might be. Had quite an interesting discussion on that on the way back home.

When we all lined up to get our books signed, they called for the children first. I went with A as then we could get away- school night and all. She took her book and went up to him, and said,
"Do you remember the story 'The Rainbow Bird' that I had written and sent to you?"
And he looked at her and said,"Oh, yes, I remember. Was it you who had written it?"
"Yes," she said, as he signed first her book and then mine.
I thanked him for taking the effort to send it back to us by post, and then we had to move away to make way for the next person who wanted to have his copy signed. I wish we could have interacted with him for more than those few moments, but A was ecstatic. "He remembered my story!"

It will be an encounter that we'll remember always. Hoping to be able to meet him some time again.

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Yesterday was also once-in-a-lifetime because of the Venus Transit. A rare celestial incident that occurs just twice in a century, at a gap of 8 years. It happened in 2004, and yesterday. It will now occur again in 2117, 105 years from now- probably in the lifetime of our great-great grandchildren. So we got up early and went out to an empty ground near our home, armed with solar protection glasses, to try and catch it at 7am, before the school bus arrived.

Unfortunately, it was overcast for most of the morning, the sun peeping out from behind the clouds for just fleeting moments. The kid saw the sun, but not venus, as there wasn't enough time to focus. However, later in the morning, around 9.45, the clouds shifted for long enough for me to see it from my balcony, where I had parked myself for most of the morning.

28 November, 2011

Of writers and dreams - a book review

Last year, we had been to Mussoorie during the Christmas vacation, and A had looked forward to meeting one of her favourite (OK, one of my favourite too) writers Ruskin Bond. She had made a booklet of a few of her own stories. We wanted to meet him and present him with this booklet, and get our favourite books ( The Blue Umbrella for A and A Flight of Pigeons for me) signed. Unfortunately, he was out of town, and was to return only after we left Mussoorie. So we requested Mr Arora, who owns a bookstore where Ruskin Bond regularly signed books for his readers, to hand over the booklet to him to sign, and gave him our address. We were extremely disappointed on not being able to meet him in person, but there was nothing we could do about that!

Imagine our delight when, after a few weeks, an envelope arrived at our home, containing the booklet, duly signed by Mr Bond, with a few encouraging words from him. Her book, (never mind that it was an unpublished, handwritten one) signed by Ruskin Bond!

So when I read about Tulika's 'Advaita The Writer', I had to pick it up for A.

Pic courtesy tulikabooks.com
Advaita The Writer
Written by Ken Spillman
Illustrated by Soumya Menon
Published by Tulika books
Age 10+

A 13 yr old, Advaita begins school at the prestigious Dunham Girls' School, a residential school in Dehradun, far away from her home and family in New Delhi. A shy person, she finds herself struggling to fit in. Her nearest room-mate is a gadget freak hooked to her ipod, who "could only listen to something if it came through earphones."

The school library is a haven, however. An avid reader, who dreams of becoming a writer one day, Advaita feasts on the books, especially those by her favourite writer, Ruskin Bond. She has no idea that he lives at a stone's throw, just half-an-hour away, at Mussoorie.

"Ruskin Bond was a name as large in her consciousness as Gandhiji, Lutyens and Enid Blyton, and she had assumed that all such names belonged to the dead."

Well, no. He was a living legend, and moreover, someone who she could easily get to meet. So Mrs Kendall, her teacher, and Advaita plan a visit to Cambridge Book Depot, owned by Mr Arora, where Ruskin Bond sat every Saturday afternoon to sign books for his readers.

Does Advaita meet Ruskin Bond? How does she become 'Advaita the writer'?

We get a peek into Advaita's delightful, if a bit sarcastic sense of humour through her letters, in which we see her school life through her eyes. "Apparently, most of the girls here have adapted to survival without breathing - it has something to do with the number of years they spend in cold rarified air. This makes them thoroughly cold, inside and out...You will be pleased to know that I have climbed steadily up the evolutionary scale and that I am striving to reduce my dependence on air."!!

Black-and-white illustrations by Soumya Menon, who has illustrated many books by Tulika, are a treat - they stress on the fact that Advaita the writer is primarily a reader - she is never seen without a book in her hand, lost to the world, busy reading, and sometimes writing!

Ken Spillman has added an afterword in which he tells us about his inspiration for this book, a chance discussion with the awardwinning writer, Advaita Kala. He also introduces us to the delightful Ruskin Bond, a resource for those who have not encountered his work yet, who can see for themselves exactly what the pull is for Advaita and many others. There is a handy list of books for children by Mr Bond from which one may choose.

A loved this book- a fast read- and was smiling as she realised how like Advaita she is...the same avid reading of books, the same shyness with new people and places, the same urge to write, the same incomprehension of gadget-crazy friends! And the same experience, albeit with a difference, about meeting Ruskin Bond!

I picked this book up at the Bangalore book fair this year, the last copy that the stall had. A was doubly delighted, because Ken Spillman had visited her school just a few days previously, had had an open discussion about his books with all the students, and had promised to reply to any mails that the children wrote to him.

I suppose my little reader-writer is thinking seriously about doing just that!

05 January, 2011

A multi-flavoured vacation

Went for a 10-day vacation to Mussoorie and Shimla in the western Himalayas. The travelling included two flights, three train journeys and two taxi journeys. Which changed to two train and three taxi journeys unexpectedly on the penultimate lap due to our train being delayed by 6 hours thanks to the Gujjar agitation! There was no way we could avoid that, as we HAD to be in New Delhi by evening for a late evening flight back home.

Avoided most crowded city areas (except when absolutely unavoidable) and took many long walks through forested areas. The woods were quiet and cool, with many wonderful views enroute. We saw many snow covered peaks in the far distance- names like Kedarnath Badrinath which have only been heard of earlier. Even A managed the long treks. The longest we walked in a day was well over 16 kms, all uphill-and-downhill. "Aai, why did the British have to build all their towns on hills with such winding roads?" Often when we would be winded by steep uphill gradients, we would pause, catch our breath, have a swig of water, and set a reachable goal in the distance-"We'll walk till that tree covered with red flowers." That was how the two of us covered quite a lot of territory. (I really need to get that exercise schedule going ASAP. It was enjoyable, nevertheless! The husband, of course, had no fitness issues, being a regular exerciser.) 

Of course, we talked a lot about the historical aspects of the places we passed through and visited, with a lot of input from the Outlook Traveller books that we kept refering to. These are wonderful for nuggets of local history and folklore. For these were places where many a war had been fought, with references in the Mahabharatha, Ramayana, Mughal history, and of course the Raj.

Santa delivered on Christmas day, much to A's delight. We missed snow, though, as we had wonderfully clear blue skies all throughout our stay, and there were just a few clouds to be seen on our last day there. Every day we would check the weather for chances of precipitation, and would be disappointed. As if to rub it in, it snowed heavily on the day we were back home, and it was all over the news channels and newspapers. The silver lining was that we didn't get stranded there, as were many tourists who were still there. All roads and trains were non-functional for the next few days.

We also missed meeting Ruskin Bond, something that both A and I were looking forward to at Mussoorie. He was in Bhubaneshwar at that time, and reached Mussoorie quite late in the evening on our last day there. A had made two handwritten and decorated copies of a couple of stories she had written, so that she could gift one to Ruskin Bond and get one autographed from him. Ah, well, some other time. I know Mr Bond was there at a Pratham book event at Mumbai last year and at the the Bookaroo at New Delhi, and will be at the forthcoming Jaipur Literary Festival. Hope we can have something at Bangalore so that we can catch him here. Are you guys at Pratham books, Tulika books, Penguin books, Rupa publications, etc, and the like reading this?

So vacations over, we are back to our normal routine. It was certainly a welcome break, one that I needed. The best aspect of the 'break' was that I did not have to worry about cleaning and cooking for a whole of 10 days, and had some fabulous stuff to eat everywhere we went. The dahi (yogurt) and paneer we had out there was to kill for. Although I'm now scared of getting on to the weighing scales and find out my net gain. I hope some got lost in all those uphill walks!

 

30 August, 2010

A Flight Of Pigeons

A FLIGHT OF PIGEONS
Written by Ruskin Bond
Cover photograph by Anna de'Capitani
Image Courtesy penguinbooksindia
Published by Penguin Books India.
Ages: 16+

Part of the Flashback Reading Challenge.

In any instance of violence, war, etc, there are the active participants- those that actually go out to war, actually take part in the violence as the perpetrators or as the victims, who die in battle. And then there are those behind the scenes, who are equal stakeholders in the fallout of the war, those who do not actually take up arms, but are silent sufferers as a result of it. Those who need to survive it all, with dignity, and re-build their lives. Those who have no wish for the violence around them, and who would rather go quietly about their lives in peace. The civilian victims, the women and the children. Often those who lose the most.

This book deals with some such survivors. It is historical fiction, which, according to the writer, may be based on fact. On actual events that probably took place during the 1857 uprising against British rule.

A study of the 1857 uprising  is usually from the point of view of the Indian participants. We speak about Mangal Pandey, Rani Laxmibai of Jhansi, Nana Saheb, and the like. And that is but natural when we speak of it as an uprising. But the British looked at it as the mutiny, being the rulers at the time.

In this book, the story is told from the point of view of Ruth Labadoor, a teenage British girl, who witnesses the massacre of British civilians in the church in the town of Shahajahanpur, including that of her father, at the hands of  Indian militants.

Ruth and her mother, Miriam, grandmother, aunt and cousins are given refuge in Lala Ramjimal's house. They are tracked down there by Javed Khan, who has been enamoured of Ruth, since before her father's assasination. He forces the women to come to stay in his household, much to the chagrin of his wife, who is aware of his intentions. Which according to what he tells Ruth's mother, are honourable. He intends to marry Ruth, but he is willing to wait till Miriam gives her permission.

Javed Khan thus becomes an unlikely hero, whose passion for Ruth, combined with the surprising restraint he shows in waiting for her mother's permission keeps them safe through the days of peril for the British women. Mariam does the best thing that she could do as a mother fighting for her and her daughter's survival- keeps him at bay with the assurance that he could marry her daughter if the British fail in taking over Delhi, all the time hoping for the victory of the British, as that would ensure their safety. She knows that if she had stood up in open rebellion of him, she and her daughter would lose all chance of surviving honourably.

They had to spend the whole of 1857, and many months into 1858, in Javed Khan's household. We are told early on in the book, that Miriam's mother is a girl from a Nawab family from Rohilon-ka-Rampur, married to a British officer. They therefore have Indian cultural roots, and integrate quite easily. They spend all their time in the zenana of Javed Khan, working as members of the household.

Except for Javed Khan's wife, Khan-Begum, who dislikes their presence for obvious reasons, the rest of the women of the household soon get attached to them. They get invited to spend a few months at Khan-Begum's sister Qamran's and Javed Khan's aunt Kothiwali's place. Miriam is only too happy to take them up on their invitations, as it means that she can be safe, yet not worry about Javed Khan's repeated proposals for Ruth's hand.

It is at Qamran's place that a relative comes with the news of a prophecy made by Mian Saheb, a Pir (holy man).

'...that the restoration of the Firangi rule was as certain as the coming of doomsday. It would be another hundred years, he said, before the foreigners could be made to leave. "See, here they come!" he cried, pointing to the north where a flock of white pigeons could be seen hovering over the city. "They come flying like white pigeons which, when disturbed, fly away and circle, and come down to rest again. White pigeons from the hills!" ...'

This prediction of Mian Saheb comes true, luckily for Miriam and Ruth. The British take over Delhi, and the uprising is put down. The British army then moves to take back every town, every post from where it has been ousted.

True to his word, Javed Khan releases the women from his bondage, and they are free to go and join the British, no longer needing to be in hiding from the militants. But not before he gets Ruth to come before him, so that he could gaze on her face once, something he has not done till now, inspite of his passion for her.

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A very perceptive, wonderfully written book, complete with a detailed look into the mechanisms of the zenana or women's quarters in a segregated household. A tale of survival of the refugee women who probably did so only because of a mother playing by her wits, guts and an ability to adapt and accept her circumstances.

I had read this book many years ago in my teens, and at that time I had been struck by the elusive relationship between Ruth and Javed Khan. Ruth is a mere child all throughout, cringing and hiding behind her mother in his presence, except at the end.

"I have only one request to make," said Javed, uneasily shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Yes, what is it?" asked mother.
"I know that the time has passed when I could speak of marrying your daughter," he said. "It is too late now to do anything about that. But will you permit me to see her once more, before I leave?"
"What good will that do?" began Mother; but impelled by some odd impulse, I stepped forward into the light and stood before Javed Khan.
He gazed at me in silence for about a minute, and for the first time I did not take my eyes away from his; then, without a smile or a word, he turned away and mounted his horse and rode away into the night.

She has grown-up and become a woman in that one year.

Reading this book again after more than two decades, as part of the Flashback Reading Challenge, let me see how my impressions of the book have been different on re-reading.

The honourable behaviour of Javed Khan, inspite of his advantage as the abductor and refuge-giver, still strikes as note-worthy. As also is the historical perspective of the book, which was a treat even at its first reading.

What stands out much more at this reading is the steady but quiet and dignified resistance put up by Mariam, Ruth's mother in protecting her child, inspite of her obvious disadvantage as a refugee. At times she is even willing to take up arms in protecting her daughter, as when they are attacked by the militants.

The adaptation to her circumstances, assimilating in the milieu in which she has been thrust, so that she does not stand out like a sore thumb.

The antagonism with which they are initially viewed by the women of Javed Khan's household, as the other, the firangis, against whom the Indians are up in arms. Which changes (with the exception of that of Khan-Begum) to an acceptance of, and also to some extent affection towards them, when it is realised that they are women just like any others, somewhat helpless under the circumstances, and willing to integrate into their everday existence.

The detailed and very perceptive (considering that Ruskin Bond is a man, and culturally a British one, at that!) potrayal of the camarederie and internal politics inside an all women Indian Muslim household from a hundred years ago.

The very impressive grapevine by which the women came to know of incidents, personal and political, in the outside world, without setting foot out of the zenana, in an age when they had no access to any media of any sort.

The instinctive understanding of all that was happenning, with the ability to take the initiative, if required, of  older women like Kothiwali, to whom even the likes of Javed Khan paid their respects.

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The book has an introduction by Ruskin Bond, he says that there was probably some truth in accounts of an actual girl called Ruth Labadoor, whose account is to be found in old records of the 1857 uprising. He quotes these specific references in the notes at the end of the book, as also gives us a perspective on the period in which the book is set.

In his own words, in the introduction to this 2002 edition, he says, "In retelling the tale for today's reader I attempted to bring out the common humanity of most of the people involved--- for in times of conflict and inter-religious or racial hatred, there are always a few (just a few) who are prepared to come to the aid of those unable to defend themselves."

Something that is true of all such situations. As I discovered in my pursuit of books on the Holocaust, human beings are really good, and they often rise above themselves at such times.

He goes on to say, "I published this account as a novella about thirty years ago. I feel it still has some relevance today, when communal strife and religious intolerance threaten the lives and livelihood of innocent, law-abiding people. It was Pascal who wrote, 'Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.'  Fortunately for civilization, there are exceptions."

Very true even today, and will always be so until there are dystopian conditions anywhere on earth.

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A review of A FLIGHT OF PIGEONS will be incomplete without a mention of its 1978 movie adaptation, Junoon, which translated means 'a kind of madness,' whether it was the conditions during the uprising, or the madness of Javed Khan's passion for Ruth. This movie directed by Shyam Benegal, with Jennifer Kendal as Mariam, Nafisa Ali as Ruth, and Jennifer's real-life husband Shashi Kapoor as Javed Khan, is that rare instance when, a Hindi movie matches the expectations raised by the book, if not betters it. A must watch for someone who enjoyed the book.