Lisa Kudrow, best known for her role as Pheobie in Friends, has always taken up roles that are different.
Have a look at some of her videos and you will know just why I love her so much!
She is STRONG
She is SMART
She is FUNNY
I KNOW these are characters she plays, but it DOES say a lot about the character of a person by the kind of characters he/she picks up, right?
Book Cover Description:
Born at the Stroke of Midnight on August 15, 1947, At the precise moment of India’s Independence, the infant Saleem Sinai is celebrated by the press and is welcomed by the Prime Minister Nehru Himself. But this coincidence of Birth has consequences Saleem is not prepared for; telepathic powers that connect him with 1,000 other midnight’s children – All born in the initial hour of India’s Independence and the uncanny sense of smell that allows him to sniff out dangers that others cannot perceive.
Inextricably linked with his nation, Saleem’s biography is a whirlwind of disasters and triumphs that mirrors the course of Modern India at its most impossible and glorious.
This book was hard to start. I must confess after buying this, I tried to read it twice and failed to go beyond some hundred pages.
But this time, I managed to continue, and contrary to all my expectations, this turned out to be one excellent book!
I guess the slow repetitive start was kind of acclimatization for the reader, as the storyline is extremely complex. The author expertly weaves the complex National issues with the minor details of his day-to-day life.
Rushdie chooses to start Saleem’s biography in he year 1915, thirty-two years before his birth. All the details of how Saleem’s grandfather Adam Aziz, whose parents had a jewel shop in Kashmir, who had a foreign education which resulted him in possessing ‘Modern’ thoughts. The young doctor examined his patient and future wife Naseem through a perforated sheet a bit at a time, under the close supervision of her cautious father. When at last she complained of a headache, he finally could see her face, “on the day the World War ended.” It’s pure humor.
After their marriage, he tries to change the traditional thinking of his wife and desperately wants her to adapt to modern values. This causes the constant friction in their marriage. Much like the struggle India was going through, or should I say, is still going through, Traditional or modern?
Saleem’s mother was a ‘dark girl’, which was why she was the least favourite of her mother. But, well respected by her father for her character. This shows how traditionally only fair-skinned girls were worthy of being valued. Why? Because their skin got them husbands.
So, when Saleem’s mother, falls in love with a pot-bellied fellow who is hiding in their basement, her parents readily agrees for their marriage. She was truly happy with Nadir but an illness caused Adam Aziz to find out that she was still a virgin. A marriage without children is no marriage at all, this leads to Nadir ‘doing the right thing’ and giving a divorce. And this in turn leads her to marry her elder sister’s love interest and change her name to ‘Amina Sinai’.
Thus, at the stroke of Midnight Saleem is born to a staff member of Sinai household. But, the midwife, for the reasons best known to her, changes the name tag, and Shiva, the legitimate son, becomes a poor man’s son and Salim becomes the prince.
Rushdie’s views on religion can be clearly seen in his characters. Adam Aziz, Adam a christian name is mixed with Aziz a muslim name, while Parvati and Shiva’s son is Ahmed, Ahmed with big ears!
The book is filled with a LOT of details. The horrible Jalianwala Baugh Incident was narrated in a sentence or two. But in complete synchrony with the plot.
It was intellectually challenging to read this book, which made it a lot more fun to read.
NOT a book for a casual reader. but for a bibliophile it is a must read one!
My rating: 5 out of 5
The movie trailer:
I see around me,
On terraces filled with people,
Songs so loud, you cannot separate one from other,
Eating chikkis and laddus,
Flying colourful kites.
And here I am,
On my terrace,
With my thoughts
and music on my headphones,
But quite proud,
Of my lone kite,
Which managed to go up above the rest,
Against all odds,
Without being cut!
Why am I alone, you ask?
It all started when I was quite young.
Too young to know the term “Sexism” but not so young to not feel its ugly presence.
It is a family’s tradition, that all go to a relative’s place to fly kites. Once upon a time, I used to go too.
The uncles and brothers used to be on the terrace, flying kites, listening to latest Bollywood songs, shouting and merrymaking.
The women and the ‘Good’ sisters, would be in the kitchen preparing lunch and snacks. Once done, they would join everyone on terrace, hold firkis and thread the kites, so that others can fly it.
Not being interested in kitchen activities on a festive day, I would accompany dad and brother up on the terrace since morning.
When I expressed that I wanted to learn how to fly kites and not merely be standing behind holding firkis, I would be given a kite to hold for some time, and then it was back to holding firkis. I was told I was still “Too young” to learn.
I accepted this till I was around 12, until I saw brother being taught to fly a kite, with gusto and animation!
Brother, who at 9 was old enough to fly kites and I, at 12, was expected to hold a firki and stand behind.
That’s when it became all clear. I was a girl. And as a girl, I was to stand at the back, and support the guys.
At that age, I remember telling them “Enough is ENOUGH. I will learn how to fly kites ON MY OWN. I WILL NEVER EVER be standing behind. I will be on front, flying kites and enjoying myself.”
People laughed, called me immature, blowing up “small issues” etc etc.
But, from the age of 13, while my family went to relative’s place, I took my kites, went up on terrace and taught myself to fly a kite.
So each time, I manage to send my kite high up, each time I manage to save my kite from being cut, each time I cut other’s kites, I get a sense of peace.
I feel happy, here on my terrace, flying my lone kite, kicking sexism’s butt in my own small way!
Happy Uttrayan Everyone!
Happy New Year Folks!!
I know it’s a bit late, but better late than never, right?
I am a kind of person who is crazy about the new things and resolve to change every time, new books (I SWEAR to not let reading this book interfere with life), new pens (I SWEAR i will not lose this one), new gizmos ( I will try not to break it) and a Lot more.
Sometimes these get fulfilled, sometimes they do not.
So, here is what I resolve for this new year:
1) Write more blogs: I know I do not have a blogging schedule, but this year, I plan to be more active here. When I started blogging, it was just an outlet for thoughts that were considered “too out-of-place” and ” different” for people around me. It was here that I realised that these were not one of a kind weird thoughts, but genuine concerns that are faced by many and gave me the confidence to speak up.I thank each person who viewed by blog, followed it or criticized it, you helped me grow. And this year, I plan to do it even more seriously.
2) Read more books and paint more: When I was in school, I was one of those who never spoke much. It was only when I left home and went to college and was forced to speak on stage that I discovered I was a good speaker. And strangely, to this day, I have no problem speaking in front of thousands of people,but have trouble speaking to one strange person.Weird, i know. But anyway, during school I was happiest when I was either reading or painting. But this decreased as life took over.This year, I plan to indulge myself again!
3) Be Patient: I want everything to be done here and now. I will consciously try to be more patient.
4) Decrease procrastination: Like seriously, this needs to be checked
5) Not compromise my standards: As you all know, sundry aunts have made it their life’s mission to get me married to the next guy on the road. Especially as I turned 25 last month, not one day has passed when grand mother has not called someone to say how she expects me to get married “SOON”, or random relatives I do not even know comment to my parents how they are so looking forward to my marriage. I resolve, that no matter how much pressure society puts on me, I will not compromise my standards. I will not settle for someone any less than I deserve just because it is a “right” age to get married, according to the society.
Well,that’s just all that I plan to do, not much, eh?
Anyway, did you make any resolutions? Let me know what they are in the comments section,I would love to know about them!