Book Hunting in a Zombie World


I’m on a strict schedule these days. Hit the bed as early as 10 in the night and wake up at 5 in the morning. I start working at 5 and by 8 I am either done with most of my work or a little is left for the rest of the day… I make coffee and breakfast and consume it while reading the newspaper. Then, I do some browsing for a while (not more than one hour) and force myself back to reading/writing. At 12, I stop all that and concentrate on making lunch; salad and juice… yes, that’s what I eat these days for lunch or some nice Chicken and Rice. Then I sleep for a while (2 hrs.) and wake up to make a strong tea. From there I work for 3 Hrs. and at 7 starts making dinner. Now, the deal with dinner is that I can either cook it or go out to a fine restaurant to have it. Sometimes I call for company. Sometimes I don’t. Most of the time there’s nothing more exquisite than the company of my own self and I plug-in the earphone, start my bat-bike and ride out to have something. And, dinner has to be something tough. Something great and satisfying to provide me a good sleep for 7 Hrs… The-Omega-Man-Poster

Yesterday, I made a slight change in the schedule. The day began as a cloudy one and I thought I should go out to buy some books. I was running out of books and I wanted to go out after spending so many days indoors. I was beginning to feel like Charlton Heston in The Ωmega Man, where he plays the last man on earth alive who is destined to fight a group of nocturnal mutant humans.  Actually, the world outside is no better than what the film shows! The building I live is filled with Zombies.
“……they roam the roads at night. During the day-time, they run up and down stairs and howl and bite at each other. I know, it is foolish to expect civilized behaviour from Zombies but this what they do. Sadly, I’m running out of bullets and I have to pay a visit to the military armory in the city for a refill….that itself is an adventure. There are soldier zombies there; zombies that are well versed in Combat!(Excerpts from the Zombie Diaries I am writing…)

So, I went out for a long ride and bought some books. Two of them were Coffee Table Books; one on Ancient Trade Routes and the other was titled ‘Modern Paintings and Sculpture from the Collection of the late Edgar J. Kaufmann, Jr.’ I have started reading the first one yesterday night itself. It has a lot of amazing photographs and maps… Maps! Did I tell you I love maps? I love looking at them… finding out routes and mountain passes and borders and strategic points. There was a time I had a huge collection of maps and my favorite time-pass was to spread them on my worktable and closely analyze them. They were all maps of Europe and Asia in the Middle Ages. My father used to think I was going crazy. My mother asked me if I want to become a Cartographer. Well, we live in an age were Maps are made by satellites.

Modern Paintings and Sculpture from the Collection of the late Edgar J. Kaufmann, Jr.

Modern Paintings and Sculpture from the Collection of the late Edgar J. Kaufmann, Jr.

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Some of the other books that I bought.

Some of the other books that I bought.

A Chinese beauty engaged in a Tea Ceremony at the China Tea Museaum in Hangzhou

A Chinese beauty engaged in a Tea Ceremony at the China Tea Museaum in Hangzhou

The Map of the Tea Route

The Map of the Tea Route

 

These books are what I read now when I’m not killing Zombies at night. They interrupted my sleep yesterday, when a group of them ran up and down the stairs, howling at each other. I didn’t get a clear shot. These days, they use some sort of a clear communication method. I don’t understand that. They also started planting Milk Bombs outside my door. It is some sort of a Zombie tactics where they use old Milk packets (the milk will have gone bad and the packet will be like a balloon, whirring all by itself, as if a slight wind could make it explode) to ambush me. I escaped from one yesterday.

- Manu

Taking the Taj: A Review


After the DC, I wanted to read and get lost somewhere for a couple of days. Last Sunday’s The Hindu Magazine had given in its box list of new publications a name that caught my attention; Taking the Taj by Shivjeet Kullar. I have heard that name somewhere vaguely. I googled the guy and the got some interesting details. He writes a column in the Times of India and I thought at least the book would be readable. So, I gave an order for Taking the Taj.

Taking the Taj by Shivjeet Kullar

Taking the Taj by Shivjeet Kullar

 

The books cover says, “At last a genuine Indian thriller writer”. I do not agree. I should say that I finished the book faster than my normal time for any book of this genre. Seriously, it is about time for Indian English writers to concentrate on something else other than Pakistan and terrorism. It would be convenient to spend time in a bookstore where you are not surrounded by books written about gun trotting Jehadis and a Bin Laden figure. There is nothing thrilling in this book as the title claims. Seven terrorists take over the control of the Taj Mahal in a surprise move and take hostage some billionaires from all over the world. They demand the release of world’s no: 2 terrorist (who is in an Indian jail awaiting death penalty). They threaten to demolish the Taj and kill the hostages if the demands are not met. A shrewd National Security Advisor brings back a war veteran and disabled Wing Commander to oversee the negotiation… the terrorists and their internal stories… an Indian historian, taken hostage along with the tourists try to break a code about the Taj… flashbacks back into Shah Jahan’s time revealing the real truth behind the legend of the Taj… a Prime Minister who has to deal with rising religious tensions in the country as a result of the hostage situation… and all of these in an unbelievable 365 pages with big lettered printing. More than a book, it felt like an abstract for writing a screenplay for a possible motion picture attempt in the future.

Shivjeet Kullar

Shivjeet Kullar

There are a multitude of characters. There are certain areas that the author has been able to write well in sharp contrast to areas that will confuse a seasoned reader of thrillers. One thing that stands out is that none of the characters have been given enough page space and that leads to a major void between the characters and the reader. The plot is a bit loose with so many things happening at the same time and not enough space give for anything to increase the effect. The result is a bland reading of incidents that fails to surprise you. It is one thriller that you can read without giving much attention. If you’re reading it in this summer with the mercury rising to the top, read it with a relaxed mind or with some beer. You’re gonna miss nothing.

My verdict: 2/5

- Manu