Monday, November 19, 2012

Book Review on Piyush Jha's MUMBAISTAN

MUMBAISTAN
3 EXPLOSIVE CRIME THRILLERS
By PIYUSH JHA


Piyush Jha’s Mumbaistan is a novel that can be said to be composed of three different novellas. As the title of the book suggests, the entire plot has been drawn from the city of dreams itself, Mumbai. The characters have been picked from the myriad walks of life and the author seems to have picked them up deliberately in order to showcase the plurality of the old, brooding city.

The choice of crime fiction is though quite uncustomary for most Indian writers yet Piyush does handle the genre commendably. Piyush’s writing clearly shows that he knows the city inside out and this helps the readers in visualising the city by means of his words.

The characters in the three stories are commonplace and have been culled from different walks of life. Mumbai is the only link that connects them as they make their journey from revenge to redemption. The novel at times seems like an effort to disrupt the glitzy and glamorous image of the metropolis as it lays bare the squalor of poverty, corruption and crime that thrives within the superficial charms of the city.

The novel opens with Bomb Day, a story that revolves around a cop, a prostitute and her lover. The next story is spun around the life of a doctor who wants to avenge people involved in the illegitimate act of organ trading. The last of the three stories is centred on a man who wakes up to life after spending twenty long years in coma and is now trying to get a grasp of reality.

The diction draws the readers into the storyline which makes for a good reading experience.

Rating: ☆☆☆1/2

~overview~
Mumbai, a city of dreams for many. But for others, a nightmare. Behind the faade of lustre and glamour churns a seething underbelly of squalor, corruption and crime. 

Mumbaistans three explosive crime novellas unravel the subterranean secrets of maximum cityfrom the teeming maw of Dharavi and the wanton streets of Kamathipura to the swank high-rises of Bandra.

A prostitute, her lover and a policeman play for high stakes in Bomb-Day. Injectionwala exposes chilling medical malpractices and a lovelorn vigilantes twisted game plan. In Coma Man, a man awakens from coma after twenty years, and sets out in search of his wife and himself.

Macabre love stories, conniving cops and hard-boiled slumlords form the backdrop of a schizophrenic city that is brooding...dying. 

Welcome to Mumbaistan; a gritty, compelling take on the megalopolis that lives on the edge.



Thursday, November 1, 2012

A Chameleon Soul


A CHAMELEON SOUL


A hopeless place where dark shadows surrounded me... A hopeless place where I tried to die every single day... A hopeless place where I had more enemies than friends... A hopeless place where nobody trusted me... A hopeless place where all hope was gone... In that hopeless place I found which finally showed me the Light >>> …To Love Myself...

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I am out on this open road
Where are you my full time, daddy
It’s getting oh-so cold
Singing songs and searching for a clue
It’s been thirty-three years, isn’t that enough for you?
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I’m breaking down
Exhausted of traveling
I try very hard
Even with the words I write
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I’m tired of sitting on this trunk
Why do I always fly so fast
And now alone in this night
I am trying very hard to get into trouble
World War III is on my mind
But all I do is just fly …I just fly
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A chance to spread my wings will be a grand opportunity to broaden my horizons, and make my life richer. It will add greater dimension to my existence …and will offer me far more opportunities to make my dreams come true. If I'm considering passing up this chance in large part because I think it will force me to leave someone or something behind. I know I won't be missing anything. I won't be leaving out anyone. If I fly when I have the chance to fly, everyone and everything else in my life will soar too …where are you my full time daddy?
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Did you die young without letting us know?
Did you try playing it hard or ended up making life an abstract
Smoke all day and talk to an imaginative you
That’s how every day goes by …till its dark
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In his arms, all warmed up, sleepily getting pleasure from this deliciousness… is just a remembrance… it’s quite hazy... but it is still there and reminds me of him. Every now and then, I love wearing ‘BRUT’ …it’s delicious …but I think it smelled better on him ...where are you my full time daddy?
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Do I care about you my full time daddy?
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Please leave me now
Just say good-bye
Now turn around
Leave me dried out and far above the ground
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I love this feeling of being fucking wild
These glitters up in this cold night try to calm me
And then I feel they’re making me hypnotize
I shake my chameleon soul and come to conclusion
It’s not the end …keep searching …keep flying

***** 
Have I moved on? ...I don't think so. If I did... then how could I still miss that (same) person ...even after all these years >>~~> ...nothing to lose ...nothing to gain ...nothing that I desire will remain the same. I wanna/will be wild… I wanna/will have fun… I wanna/will believe in myself… I wanna/will just fly high… I wanna/will be fucking wild… That’s because I'm a free spirit ...and I have a chameleon soul~~~