Saturday, 11 March 2017

Why I Am Obsessed With P G Wodehouse Writings?


Lynne Truss once had remarked ` You should read Wodehouse when you’re well, and when you’re poorly; when you’re travelling, and when you’re not; when you’re feeling clever, and when you’re utterly dim. Wodehouse always lifts your spirits, no matter how high they happen to be already’ Lynne Truss.
The above statement precisely is the reason why I’m obsessed with PG Wodehouse. He’s for me the greatest writer in English language, not just a humour writer but also one whose writings have hidden truths of life. I have taken this small passage of writing from his book `Heavy Weather’ to drive home, the point I’m trying to make.

Here, you can see how he builds up anticipation to a letter through a paragraph that is bigger than the incriminating letter
It was a brief letter. Its writer’s eighteenth-century ancestors, who believed in filling their twelve sheets when they took pen in hand, would have winced at the sight of it.

Irony could not have been expressed better

But for all its brevity, it had ruined Lord Tilbury’s day
It ran as follows:-

Blandings Castle
Shrophsire

Dear sir,
               
                Enclosed find cheque for the advance you paid me on those reminiscences of mine.

                I have been thinking it over, and have decided not to publish them, after all.

Yours truly,

G Threepwood.

                Can a grumpy walk by a short man be described better?

                He rose from his chair and began to pace the room. Always Napoleonic of aspect, being short, and square and stumpy and about twenty-five pounds overweight, he looked now like a Napoleon taking his morning walk at St. Helena.

                Have a look here, how he builds up anticipation on what the reminiscences were all about.

And yet, oddly enough, there were men in England who would have whooped with joy at the sight of that letter. Some of them might even have gone to the length of lighting bonfires and roasting oxen whole for the tenatry about it.




Philosophical Humour?

Those few words over that signature would have spread happiness in every county from Cumberland to Cornwall.

Can one of the truths of life, be explained better?

So true is it that in this world everything depends on the point of view.


                There cannot be a more hilarious description of the primary character of your novel

                When some months before, the news had got about that the Hon. Galahad Theepwood, brother of the Earl of Emsworth and as sprightly an old gentleman as was ever thrown out of a Victorian music-hall, was engaged in writing the recollection of his colourful career, as a man about town in the nineties, the shock to the many now highly respectable members of the governing classes who in their hot youth had shared it was severe.

                `Skeletons in the cupboard’ is a cliché which needs to be avoided while writing but have a look at  how he has made the same cliché sound refreshing by inclusion of an adjective `long’

All over the country decorous Dukes, and steady Viscounts, who had once sown wild oats in the society of young Galahad, sat quivering in their slippers at the thought of what long-cupboarded skeletons those Reminiscences might disclose.

A wonderful play of words to describe the acerbic nature of Gallad

                They knew their Gally, and their imagination allowed them to picture with crystal clearness the sort of book, he would be likely to produce.

Having a dig at the standard phrases critics!

It would, they felt in their ageing bones, be essentially one of those of which the critics say `A veritable storehouse of diverting anecdote’.

How much more hilarious can any piece of writing get

To not a few – Lord Emsworth’s nearest neighbour, Sir Gregory Parsole – Parsloe of Matchingham Hall, was one of them – it was as if the Recording Angel had suddenly decided to rush into print.

What mattered to Lord Tilbury said in as many words as possible

                Lord Tilbury, however, had looked on the thing from a different angle. He knew- no man better- what big money there was in this type of literature. The circulation of his nasty little paper, Society Spice, proved that. Even though Percy Pilbeam, its nasty little editor, had handled in his portifolio, and gone off to start a Private Inquiry Agency, it was still a gold-mine.

I decipher this sentence suggests Hon. Galahad knew none of Lord Tilbury dark side during his younger days. This also would suggest that why Lord Tilbury was more than willing to publish his book because in any case, his book would not get published.

He had known Gally in the old days – not intimately, but quite well enough to cause him now to hasten to acquire all rights to the story of his life, sight unseen. It seemed to him that the book could not fail to be the success de scandale of the year.


I am proud to be a PG Wodehouse Fan. You do not become a PG Wodehousian, you join a cult.

It Was Not His Mistake

It was not mistake to drown our sorrows in his products
It was banks mistake to drown their loans in his business.
It was not his mistake to flash around with hot girls
It was banks mistake to count them as his assets
It was not his mistake to start an airline
It was to treat as wisdom his grey hairline

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

When I love Mathematics

I love mathematics as long it is
adding my income
subtracting my taxes
multiplying my assets and
dividing my liabilities

Saturday, 4 March 2017

Failures might shall not prevail

When your vision  is bright,
 your intentions are right.
 Shall not prevail failures might.

Thursday, 2 March 2017

The Mice That Chased The Cat

I recently went to a friend's house and saw a cat which was ferociously moving in the compound. Impressed I entered his home and the cat followed us. Soon a mice came out and the cat started running.  I put down my cup of tea and observed that the mice was ferociously chasing the cat across the home. Preplexed I asked him "What is happening?". He took a deep breath and with a sigh said "The mice is my wife's pet and the cat mine, should I say more".

Sunday, 26 February 2017

The First Few Dawns and Dusk Of My Stay In Dehradun

                It was a usual call from my wife on a Sunday morning, and one of her usual questions is `what is the temperature today in Dehradun?’. I replied `it’s warm at around 16 degrees. She was alarmed, and screamed back `what happened to you, you’re finding 16 degrees as warm?’. I just laughed off the question, and replied that I’ve got used to it. However, the first few days were not funny. The weather was already cold, and to add fuel to the fire, or more apt would be, to add iceberg to the glacier, there were a few hailstorm rains. The first week in Dehradun for me was much like an Indian batsman getting to play his first test at Perth, Australia. It tested me to the maximum but I did not drop my guard.

                When I decided to take my promotion, and move over to Doon, the biggest apprehension in my mind was the weather. The first few days were bitterly cold, and even when the sun was shining, I clung on to my two sweaters and a leather jacket with the same tenacity of a man to his last bottle of beer in an alcohol prohibited place. Temperature was easily touching 2 degrees by 11 pm. Though, I was in a secure place with a room heater and wrapped in multiple blankets and woolens, the fear of the cold was in my mind. The eucalyptus and winter green oil of Nilgiris gave me all the warmth I needed. The two room heaters were also of equal help.

It took me whole of a week to decide that I’ve to visit the city which I had read so much about in Ruskin Bond’s novels. My first visit was to the one and only Paltan Bazar of Dehradun. It’s the Sarojini Market of Delhi as far as middle class are concerned. I was put up in the guest house in that time, so purchased a few household articles in case I’m allotted a quarters. I sent it through an attendant, and visited the first restaurant in Dehradun. They proclaim themselves to be a South Indian Restaurant, but the meals costing Rs.175 had no rasam. Next, I visited `The English Book Depot’. It must be the best book shop in Dehradun, and its owner is a fabulous lady. Needless to say, I miss Atta Galatta. There is a facebook group Dehradun Book Club but they have not met after I’ve become a resident of Dehradun, and I presume for the obvious reason of keeping their sanity intact.

                Dehradun has a fair number of malls, just for its name Crossroads Mall wins it hands down. The mall is situated at a crossroad, and thus gets its name, what a wonderful branding coup! It happens to be nearest to my quarters, and the one which I visited to see my first movie in Dehradun, `Dangal’. In a city 2032 kilometers away from Bengaluru, it is heartening to know that South Indian Language films are screened regularly. Dehradun must be having the highest number of discount sale shops, bakeries, and resto bars per thousand. My hunt for a hotel which serves great biryani continues. However, I found a wonderful café in the form of `Just Café’. They serve one of the best Masala Chai I’ve ever had.

                I did visit Mussoorie, and found it to be exciting. It is the place to go with the lust of your life. Kempty Falls is the typical case of making a mountain out of a mole hill, on a mountain. This feeling of being let down engulfed me may be because I’ve seen Jog Falls and Hognekal Falls in their full glory.

                Public transport in Dehradun is mainly by private buses, and a share auto called `Vikram’. During the elections, I hoped some politician would come out and say, I will introduce a public transport system like in Bengaluru, alas, none did, and it didn’t surprise me that they didn’t. Who would like to cause loss of business to the operators of private buses, and also loss of jobs? The distance from my quarters to most of the places of my interest in the city of Dehradun is less than 3.5 kilometers, and I prefer to walk the same.


Dehradun has a Dear Park, this picture 

And a great sense of humour



                I’ve to spend a minimum of 18 months in Dehradun, so there is a lot more to write about the dawns and dusks of Dehradun

A Walk Across The Lake - A Poem And A Few Pictures Of Sunrise At Halasuru Lake

Dehradun has been a great city, the place I work is great, and this is just an ode to Bengaluru. The Pictures were taken in Halasuru Lake

A walk across the lake
Saw many a familiar face
Never said hi to them ever
May never say so ever
Yet make me feel home

Doon is beautiful
Job less stressful
A walk down the campus
Each hi has its purposes
My smiles back lack emotions

My city has got less greener
The traffic jams got longer
But home is always here

















Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Singham 3 (Tamil) Movie Review



Singham 3 is the first Tamil movie I have seen in Dehradun, and there was a sizeable audience to witness the show.
The movie is the third chapter in the Singham movie series (Tamil) featuring the exploits of larger than life cop, Duraisingam. The first one was memorable, a fresh storyline, great interaction between Surya and Prakash Raj, Vivek comedy, and pacy direction. The second part crossed   my expectations of entertainment. Singham Series is not for those looking out for logic. If you want logic, pick up a book on quantum physics or differential calculus, don’t head for this movie, waste your time, and spoil the minds of those who go to move just for the sake of entertainment, entertainment, and only entertainment. Singham3 is fast, and value for money

The third version operates on a wafer-thin storyline. It suffers mainly due to a poor casting of villains. Did Suman have to play the role of Union Minister? Anybody could have played that insipid role, and why sign up an actor like Suman? It may not come as a surprise that the dumping of e-waste and hospital waste from western countries is actually happening in India and many other Asian countries which have a poor waste disposal regulation, and stringent action against defaulters. European countries are experts in flushing their waste to other countries.

 Surya has done justice to his role but his actions in this series seem to be getting repetitive. Imagine a James Bond Movie in which Bond still relies upon the stunts in The Spy Who Loved Me. Though central to the story, the morphed image of lion pouncing has to be curtailed in the coming versions. Less said the better about the two principal Villain characters because neither they look terrifying nor their villainy intimidates anyone. Anushka Shetty is graceful in her presence, though her role is limited. Shruthi is as hot as a furnace, and boy she did give me a sleepless night in the cold environs of Dehradun. Soori’s comedy is passable and incomparable with the epic comedy of Vivek in the first two versions, nor Santhanam in the past version. Neetu Chandra’s item song did trigger my basic instincts. Robo Shankar was passable.

                The photography is excellent as is the editing, but same cannot be said of the music. The dialogues and stunts are pale in comparison with the previous two versions. Swach Bharat Andolan has been well integrated into the storyline and in a few places used to evoke the sort of hyper-nationalism the country is getting addicted to.

 Creative freedom is permissible, but explain me why would a senior CBI officer coming to investigate the murder case of a Police Commissioner travel by a Train, or are Australian Police so dumb that they would let Surya, whom they accuse of drug smuggling after he shows the Youtube video of Singham 2. The stunts of Surya overtaking a vehicle on his foot, or putting across his jeep to stop a plane is as jarring as jarring can get.

Overall, the movie gets a 6 out of 10, and if there are going to be future versions, some of the hangovers from previous three versions have to be done away with.

Me, Books, and an Audible Milestone

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