Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Bummer

I am frustrated. Well, frustrated is an understatement. I have grown up believing, if you want something desperately and you work really hard to get it, it will come to you. Well, it has not happened. It is that much harder to come to terms with, because things were going so well. I have never worked so hard for anything, and now the dream is dwindling. And, I don't know what is going wrong. To think, I may not be as good as I thought is humbling, but is that really the case?

This talk about diversity in the class, that was my best bet. And the fact that I applied to schools with lower gmat average than my score. How did this happen then? People telling me, I should be applying to harvard and MIT...what a joke..when I am getting wait listed at BU and BC.

The problem is, MBA is not a plan B for me. I have no where else to go...I have no other choice. No, I am not throwing in the towel and saying this. I really don't have any other choice. And it not working out with the safe schools.... gosh, I don't know what to do anymore.

I am humbled. I have come down to the earth. Please, Please, don't make it more difficult!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Dying to kill

"It's a beautiful thing, to be a martyr."

This is how the documentary I was watching about female suicide bombers ended. I am speechless at this point, because I am trying really hard to understand. It is of course not a new phenomenon, but I must admit, I never tried to understand why a woman would do something like this. Well, just trying to understand, why a human being would want to kill, is beyond me....but this far surpasses that... Women... the givers of life....the docile gender....generally mute victims in these countries....Am I to think, that hopelessness has turned into rage!

The most disturbing moment was, when the presenter asked a bunch of school girls, what they thought about it, and were the willing to do something like this. They replied in unison, "Of course, we would be proud to turn our bodies into killing machines. How long can we sit around and see our family dying around us? It's our turn to do something now. We can't wait to be martyrs." It has turned into a cult now. The bomber's pictures are made into posters and young girls are encouraged to follow their footsteps.

Interestingly, in most of the cases they investigated, the women involved were at their tethered ends....constantly abused by the male members of their families.. this was their only way out. And why not, if taking out the enemy made you a super star and redeemed your family? What kind of violent and claustrophobic worlds are they living in, to breed and groom such monstrosity??

I have wished for a world where women weren't oppressed, just because they were weak and they dint mind being abused... a world where they fought back... where they were given equal opportunities as men... nothing more and nothing less.... in an unfortunate, strangely ironic and not to mention a very disturbing way, I feel that wish has some how come true!!!!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Brave New World

Category:Books
Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author:Aldous Huxley
Possibly the best book ever written!

I am not a huge fan of Science fiction. I have a new found respect for this genre now.

The book depicts life in the time of biotechnological leaps where we are rushing headlong towards a sterilized society engineered to feel joyless joy.Huxley proposes that governments could swoon/control their people, and Huxley’s ideas are closer to home then many would like to admit... a futuristic world gone haywire and based upon the Ford's ethics of industry. He epitomizes the jest of the new civilization dated AF ( After Ford ) with people referring reverently to "My! Ford".

There are brilliant sardonic little splinters of hate aimed directly at the degradation he had for-seen.

I was a little disgusted with Huxley's preoccupation with sexuality... the emotionless promiscuity of his utopia. But I couldn't help thinking, at least in his world there is no temptation to act on and hence the stability.

I loved one of the last chapters which is a detailed discussion between the Controller and Mr. Savage. I loved it when the controller said " Actual happiness always look pretty squalid in comparison with overcompensation of misery. Of course stability isn't as spectacular as instability and being contented has no glamor compared to a good fight against misfortune." What word play... work of art! I don't think these lines need any explanation what so ever and that truly is the whole idea of the novel.

According to Huxley, Science is just a cooking book with an orthodox theory of cooking that no one is allowed to question and a list of recipes that mustn't be added to except by special permission from the head chef. I am sure some of my friends on the verge of finishing PhD might relate to it...

"Utopia" or "Distopia" what ever you might want to call it, Huxley shows us how 'perfection' comes at a price.

Probably the best mixture of satire and science fiction to hit the print. It's captivating from start to finish and it's written with amazing craftsmanship. There's so much to analyze - it's a real and a frightening treat.

PS: Please do remember, this book was written in 1929.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

La Prisonnie're

Category:Books
Genre: Biographies & Memoirs
Author:Malika Oufkir and Mitchele Fitoussi
I have been reading quite a number of books lately, luxury a housewife or should I say a home maker can afford; and some of the books have made quite an impact on me. so I decided why not write a review on some of them. My take on some of the compelling prose I have been fortunate enough to read.

I love reading memoirs, something very fascinating about reading a true life account.

Stolen Lives: Twenty years in a desert jail written by Malika Oufkir and Mitchele Fitoussi

As I was saying memoirs are a great read. They elicit a certain kind of emotional response specially when you know somebody has lived the story you are just reading. In a way it is an exact opposite feeling of the young starry eyed kids wanting to live a fairy tale. There is nothing fairy tale like about a memoir. Most often then not the account wouldn't be something you would want to live.

The book tells the story of a 5 year old Malika Oufkir adopted by the king of Morocco, Muhammed five as a companion to his own daughter-Princess Amina. She lived 10 years at the court in the seclusion of the harem never leaving the palace, prisoner inside a palace. On his death, King's eldest son took over the sultan-at and the upbringing of the girls. The story trails a little in the beginning trying to impress on us the grandeur of the life in the palace and how Malika felt out of place, away from kith and kin. At the age of 15 on her own request she was sent back home to live with her parents and she says the two years with them were the best years of her life. Just after her 17th birthday she and her family which consisted of her mother, brothers aged 13 and 3 and sisters aged 8 and 10 were banished and then imprisoned for long grueling 24 years. All because her father General Oufkir was accused and later convicted of planning a coupe to overthrow the king. The general was later executed.The book is about these 24 years.

The book is humorous to start with and turns heart wrenching in the end. Malika’s account of her spendthrift mom is amusing where at one point she says “she is capable of selling an apartment block to buy her self an entire collection of Dior or St.laurents." She seems quite undecided when it comes to her father’s role in the coupe.There is a fleeting mention of difference of opinion between the king and the general but no possible explanation to the attempt on the king and execution of the general. Its heartbreaking when she says “you don’t know who to hate, when your own father attempts at assassinating your adoptive father and the latter becomes your tormentor.”

There were some accounts which completely disgusted me. The king's concubines and the way they were treated in the palace, the king insisting that everybody be naked in the swimming pool which included his cart loads of female admirers ,sisters, daughter and mailka at the age of 14(Some Pervert!!) and the pitiful condition of black slaves who were treated as 3rd class concubines if need be.

There is a mention of something written in Koran which I need to cite here. The exact words were “ Women exist purely for seduction and submission. Their bodies serve first and foremost to satisfy men’s desire” I am quite tempted to add some very disturbing comments on how these men who believe this should be treated, but it being a public forum with no age restriction, I would defer.

The initial account of the imprisonment and the hardship isn’t very moving, it almost felt too good of a life for somebody who is imprisoned. But when she talks about collective hallucination where everybody heard voices and footsteps which they believed were ghosts and an incident when the author herself felt she was being strangled by a small women sitting on her chest, you know the life was taking a toll on them. After 5 years of this life, they spent next 18 years in solitary confinement with thick walls between them. It gets painful to read about how they would try to get a glimpse of each other in the gutter water and yearn for a touch from some one who was separated by just a wall. They weren’t allowed to step out for years together and the wasting body doesn't compare to the wasting minds.

The youngest of them was 3 years old when he was taken away and forced into this way of life. When they finally escaped the boy of 23 was ill equipped for life outside and still is.

I decided I will not go into grimy details of the story. Its for you to read and I wouldn’t even go on and say it’s a must read. Yes it shows endurance, but the book is disturbing to say the least. 20 odd years living all alone, no contact with the outside world or with your family next door, it will drive you insane. At certain points in the book I thought they did go mad with no concept of time, no reason to live, and no hope they were just alive to die.

Even for a story a very gripping one for that matter you wouldn’t want anybody to go through the fate they did. It’s a poignant account sometimes bordering at the brink of insanity. You want it to end. At one point you want all of them to die because that would put an end to the misery.

Is that what Malika wanted her reader’s to feel? I am not sure, but I think she wanted us to feel her pain. I frankly dint. I wanted to believe it was an exaggeration that she wrote about her experiences in such explicit details because they never happened. I know a lot of them did, its hard to come up with things like that or may be not…may be 24 years of living all alone can give you a fertile imagination, your only savior from lunacy.

If you are one of those people who like reading true stories, then do give it a try. If you think you will be left with another “triumph over evil” saga you are mistaken. It is not a feel good book, may be it wasn’t supposed to.

I will leave you with few lines from the book describing their frustration, “Over the years barriers of natural modesty between parent and offspring's eroded. We were no longer children, mother, brother, sister. Towards the end we were like caged beasts. No longer capable of feelings. We were tired, enraged, cruel, and aggressive. None of us wanted to go on wearing a mask of optimism. We longer believed in anything.” When she escaped to Tangier she said "I saw continual procession of people walking with their heads down not seeing where they were going. And I mused, Is this life? Is this freedom? They r just as much a prisoner as I was." For some one who has lived most of her life in a prison, it comes as an irony.

PS:They were finally released in 1991. Malika lives in France with her husband Eric Bordreuil. If you consider this happy ending, so long......

PS2: My husband asks me how come I haven't written anything about the author's style of writing. I am a novice at this, plus it is the author's own story so as I was telling him it is very hard to separate that fact and concentrate on the style. There was a regular flow to the writing, some attempt at integrating incidents from the past with the present. It almost feels like some body is speaking out her life story, narrating it and hence it feels quite natural and doesn't seem scripted. In the beginning it almost seemed like Malika was talking about a third person and not herself as a child. There was an element of indifference which wasn't very subtle. It seemed more of Mitchele writing than Malika there. As if Malika told her the story and Mitchele is reading out a book. But the writing picks up after that. The language is simple and there are some detailed explanations to some of the Moro con customs giving an insight into the monarchy in quite an eloquent style.

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Friday, August 03, 2007

"Life is pleasent, Death is peaceful...its the transition thats troublesome!!" - Isaac Aminov

I have a feeling this is going to be a long post.

It’s been 3 months since I moved to Boston. Three months doesn’t seem much do they…may be if you consider it as 1/4th of a year….yup that makes a difference….

Yes it has been that long…. I think first couple of weeks just passed by trying to see everything …everything seemed so new, so different from the world I came from. I remember my head bobbing both ways trying to catch the street name, the malls, and the eating joints…like a hyper active kid. Then was the quite contemplation ….. how life has changed… I don’t think I dwelled much on what I had left behind, but for may be the fact that I was unemployed now. I told myself this was my much needed break and I wouldn’t analyze it unnecessarily…. But what is it with us…when we work we wish everyday to be a Sunday…wish the boss would be out and wouldn’t give too much work…we would wish for no more review meeting…and then when u get your hearts desire you start pining for the old life. I missed my friends terribly too. None of my best friends were in Mumbai when I was living there, but it helped knowing you could call them at any time of the day not trying to figure out the time difference. I miss them a lot. I miss my famous bus ride to work, my colleagues, the gossip sessions, just the craziness that was office.

Fortunately these days have been few…I am sure I can count them on my fingers. For most part I think it doesn’t bother me because of my awesome husband. He is a true companion, checking on me, driving to and fro n number of times just to see I was doing fine, taking me out in the evening, watching shows that I love. I know it is a pain for him and I also know the days I sit and sulk he feels guilty. Just want to tell him how much I appreciate everything.

So 3 months into this place what have I learnt.

  1. Americans are no different from Indians. Stuff like they don’t appreciate marriage and family and hence the high divorce rates is bull shit. I think I admire them coz they know what they want to be happy or may be they know what they don’t want to be happy. Either ways good for them.
  2. Indian restaurants here suck big time. I am sure the same chef in India would cook better food. If we are on food… I need to talk about my new found love for Chinese…just love it.
  3. In average Americans are either fat or lanky. There is no grey area. I don’t know how they manage to do that.
  4. You need to know how to drive or you are screwed.
  5. Summer means beach and barbecue and in my husbands case cricket…(gosh anything to get this season done with)
  6. If you are an Indian who has moved recently…you better stop the dollar to rupees conversion. Yes it does sharpen your mathematics prowess but it can drive you crazy.
  7. The internet speed is a life saver. I still cant help marveling over it and feeling bad for the days when every download would say 1 hr 20 min left.
  8. Libraries here are awesome. If you are a book lover, there is no dearth of reading material and it would take a life time to get done with all the books.
  9. Oh Indian aunties…I mean the 30 something’s who have been married for sometime and have been fortunate enough to come live here before you…. They will just go on and on with there advices. “Go to this store…buy fish from here…blah blah….” I know all good intentioned, but please spare me….
  10. In Indian parties women sit around on the sofa’s and discuss recipe for mango chutney ( or something as absurd as that) or how there genius kids are doing at pre school . Men hang around the porch, drink and talk about cricket. ( I guess this change comes with marriage)
  11. Kids here are spoilt rotten. I think every kid needs to be spanked. We turned out alright dint we…
  12. All your Indian relatives and friends want to know what time it is over here when they are talking to you.
  13. Chicken is chickeny and fish is fishy and rest of the food is just cheesy.
  14. Oh Americans….they would greet you on the road with “ hi, how r u?” and wont even wait for your answer. I think they r conditioned robots.
  15. Americans love reality shows. They have almost 10 channels which cater to this need. No Saas bahu saga for them. A pity really…..

There are so many more I had thought of…eludes me now…..may be next blog.

I have realized writing makes me happy!!! J

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Sadly Duped...... :(

I know I have not been writing for a long time now…Been telling people I am not inspired enough to right about anything right now. And then this had to happen….

So Harry Potter mania set in a week back. I saw lot of my friends going bonkers about getting a copy for themselves and of course there were others who were sitting quite smug after preordering a copy. And then there was me…I hadn’t preordered a book but I was excited about this final installment of a book which has gripped millions releasing. I was contemplating on buying the book when I come across this pdf version of the book. You can imagine my pleasure…. So in that instant of overt generosity I sent this particular copy to most of my friends asking them to enjoy the benevolence of a charitable heart (that’s me of course).

I started reading the book some two days ago. As I was juggling almost three books at the same time I couldn’t really make headway into this one. Even then I kept thinking some how this doesn’t feel right…there was lot of mush between Ginny and HP( I hope some of the people reading the blog have read one of the books to know the character), the book was supposed to be dark, the finale to the most popular and talked about book and yet it did not seem right. In a moment of desperation I went to check the end and voila what I see is both Harry and Ron (who according to a spoiler realized before the book should have been dead by now) prancing around with Draco Malfoy. That piqued my curiosity and the thought did cross my mind that this can be a counterfeit. But then giving myself too much credit I kept saying “cant be…I would have realized long time back”. Finally when I couldn’t control myself I asked a friend of mine ( Ramya- who is already through 3/4th of the book and would prefer finishing the book then socializing or talking to me even) if the story was as I told her… Well, please believe me when I say there r two people still laughing over the whole thing (no not me..i am too hurt)- my husband and my friend…. I have been duped big time. Of course vanity makes me give the person some credit for writing such good material almost like the original..well who am I kidding!!!!

Please check out the link you would know what I am talking about…..and I shall go back to reading the original hoping and praying this isn’t another fraud version floating around.

And to all the people I sent the copy last week, trust me I was tempted to not let the cat out of the bag…get some kind of sadistic pleasure out of it….but then this darn kind heart of mine………

Saturday, April 07, 2007


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