You Know What….

I like reading books from a young age. Like when I was a preteen and all. But then somehow I lost the habit and had a dry life till my 16. That’s when I found a novel named I Too had a Love Story by Ravinder Singh. It’s a romantic tragedy in which the girlfriend dies at the end. There, I told you the story now you don’t have to read it and get your hopes up on Ravinder Singh. Because I was so overwhelmed by the novel and it’s climax that I cried inconsolably leading to a not so bad headache. God my eyes were sore that day. I have decided that ‘It’s fixed, from now on Ravinder Singh is my official favourite author’. The second novel came out and I bought that also and read. That time I was like ‘hmm, okay , Maybe not as good as the first one’ Then the third one came out and I scratched off his name from my favourite author and read Chetan Bhagat. There also I was impressed by only one of his works and then I got bored . During my Degree time I was sitting idly in my room and never bothered to hit the college library even for once. I saw a book on my room mate’s table. It had a picture of woman and a man lying on it’s cover and the title said, ‘P. S I Love You‘. (Drum rolls)

Was the book Good? Yeah!
Did I love it? Yeah!
Did I cry? A lot!
Did I find my lost passion of reading? Hell yeah !!

Cecelia Ahern’s writing career began with the publication of P. S I Love You. So did my reading habit. I loved her every single work and I collected and read them twice or even thrice sometime. Her writing makes me feel that a friend is talking to me. I read all her novels and all of them are my favourites. But then again if I have to choose a top five ( there is no way I can shortlist them to two or three) I will put them like this. I won’t  rank them, still.
💎 The Time of My Life
💎 The Book of Tomorrow
💎 Flawed & Perfect
💎 How to fall in Love
💎 If You Could See Me Now

I didn’t add P. S I Love You on the list because I thought it was obvious. After finishing Cecelia’s works I read some in Malayalam, my mother tongue. After that I read some of Jodi Picoult’s and John Green’s. Of Course I followed Nicholas Sparks also but soon I lost interest because it’s always the same thread. Boy meets girl, love happens, someone has a fatal disease, conflicts happens, someone with the disease dies. End of story. My favourite work of his is The Guardian. (Ooh Goosebumps ).

Then I switched my interest into Crime/Mystery/psychological thrillers. But it was limited you know. I meant my reading. I chose Lars Kepler mainly to be blown away by crime thrillers. Among her The Stalker became  my favourite.
I read the Princess Trilogy by Jean Sasson Still Alice by Lisa Genova. The latter is such an amazing work of which I had written a review already.

I don’t know why I am telling you people all these. But now and then I am like Archimedes when he found his Principle. I am stricken with a sudden thought of book or movie and pour myself out on this page. If you are following me you can expect my doodlings. Most often they won’t be typical reviews or anything. Because who am I to judge an art. It’s more like how I felt about it. So if that’s what you want please do follow my page. If you want me to talk about any of the book just comment, if I have read it already then I will tell you. If I haven’t, I apologize in advance .

Ciao buddies…

The Boy in Striped Pajamas – Thoughts

I watched the movie recently and it left me thinking about so many things.  I will share a few with you guys. 

So the movie is good and makes us shed a few tears, because, apparently  the boys are dead.  But when I look deeper into the movie I wonder for whom was I supposed to cry more. With whom should I sympathize more.  Since the movie is set in the backdrop of Nazi concentration camps,  it should have done more justification to the history.  But this movie does nothing but trivialise the holocaust and put the sole focus on a Nazi family and the conflicts the members are facing. In bits they show the condition of a Jew by introducing us to Pavel’s stooped figure and how Kotler treats him.

The boy,  Bruno, (the protagonist and the German boy) befriends a Jewish boy named Shmuel who happens to sit at the border of the concentration camp, near the electrocuted barbed wire fence hiding from officers who are clearly not in the vicinity.  Bruno shares food with Shmuel and they become close.  I don’t know if a prisoner could have sat there for this long without getting noticed by officers who search for an opportunity to torture the prisoners. Anyhow Bruno’s exploring takes him to the solitary prisoner boy who looks weak and tired. Their friendship and the followed perks might have given Shmuel hope and positivity and something to look forward to tomorrow.

Later when Bruno lied to save himself for the fear of punishment, it cost Shmuel almost an eye. He was sad but not ready to loose the only hope and happiness he had there. Bruno decides to make up for lying and letting down Shmuel once by helping him to find his missing papa. Shmuel gets Bruno the prisoners’ uniform and Bruno sneak into the camp. The sites in the camp is disturbing for the boy but they seem much better than what our history says.  Some of the prisoners are sitting tired,  some are lying down, some are looking out through the window, some are even sleeping on their bed.  They all seems to have a lunch break (with or without lunch). Unfortunately the officers whistles to ask people to march to somewhere.  Trapped inside the flood of crowd Bruno and Shmuel holds the hands of each other and follows the orders.  They were lead to the gas chambers and the rest is predictable.  Bruno’s parents frantically search  for their son and find that he has gotten into the camp.  Realizing the worst possibility the mother cries out clutching her son’s clothes and the father wails unsure of what to do. The tragedy focused in the film is the accidental death of the German boy who happened to get trapped in the gas chamber with hundreds of Jews including Shmuel,  both being unaware of what was waiting for them. The movie ends  at the faces of devastated parents. Because of such an ending I am confused about one thing.  Who is the boy mentioned in the title?   Is it Shmuel who is forced to wear the striped pajamas all along because he happens to be Jewish and thus a prisoner,  or Bruno who wore it because he can sneak into camp and help his friend find his father, which he considers, will be a new adventure.

By focusing on Bruno’s death and his parents’ reaction the movie hints subtly at the Nazi’s version of White Men’s Burden whereupon they say how many sacrifices they had to make their country a strong and independent one. May be that was what the director and the author of the book intended right? (Or not, I don’t know ). Nazi or Jew, kids are kids. People are people, if they die on screen I will weep for them. But what I am thinking is who deserves our tears. The mother was crying for the Jews from the beginning of second half of the movie . May be they wanted us to think Jews got their share of tears from the mother, so let’s all cry for Bruno at the end and look how shattered his parents are. Or they didn’t. I don’t know. I am all questions and no answers. I guess I cried for both the kids. Maybe the author/director wanted us to see the death of fraternity or friendship between the two cultures happened during the Second World War. Then again as I said, all these are just my thoughts.