This Blog is about some of the experiences I have had during my journey of my life, as a daughter, as a wife & mainly as a mother to my daughter with special needs... And some honest book reviews
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Review-Rukhsat by Sujit Banerjee
RUKHSAT THE DEPARTURE
Where a story stops, another one begins. The thing with them is, they never walk alone. They always walk with a group of friends. Each reaches its own climax. Then with a final gasp of mortality and despair, fade away. No, they never die, they multiply. To the extent that the original gets lost and new ones are born. Over and over again. Yes, they get lost. No, they never die. They live on, permanently etched in the book of time. And from there, we borrow them and bring them alive. Again. And again. Here are twenty six of them, some standing alone and some chatting up with their long lost friends. When they depart, they leave a lingering fragrance of nostalgia and curiosity. What happened then?
Twenty-six alphabets, twenty-six names, and twenty-six short stories. Each exploring one unique emotion, taking you into the dark recess of the mind. Some frothy and most of them dark. Most standing alone and some facing a mirror, where the same story comes alive in two different ways, through two different protagonist . Meet myriad characters - from the single-minded prostitute to the man on the railways station bereft of any memory; a woman desperate for a biological child to a dead man's trial. Meet a jealous lover with a twisted brain and a gay man's memory of a one-night encounter. Meet twenty-six such characters arrested and sentenced for life inside the pages of a book. Each one leaving an indelible mark on your soul.
I felt the poison of anger raging around me, inside me, pulsating like an entity; anger at the one who betrayed and the one who took advantage of this betrayal. The anger of not being able to stop both. Then the flash of knife and the flowing blood, shimmering in the flames of the torches inside the chamber. Screams followed by hushed voices; bodies being dragged down a flight of stairs. The sound of digging and burying. Later, ruins all around as empires fell and one intrigue chased another through time while swords sliced and arrows whiz past, seeking hearts. Who was I and what was all this about? Why were most of the images that flitted through my head always dark and tinged with red? Rarely, very rarely were they warm and loving. So rarely were they, ever like the sun shining on a cold and shivering memory. My Honest Review
I received this book from The Book Club for
writing an honest review.
alphabets, 26 names, 26 short stories…
WOW….Hats off to Sujit Banerjee for
thinking of such unique theme for the April A to Z Blog challenge and then
getting it complied into a book.
Each alphabet gave rise to a name.
Each name gave rise to a title and each title to a story. Each story is unique
like its name, as if each name is a story itself. Each story is linked with
previous one is one way or other. As if each character in the story is
continuing with his/her version of an incident. Each protagonist is putting
forth his/her point of view as seen through their eyes.
Rukshat, The Departure – as the
title of the book suggests, each character at end of story has to depart with
something close to his/her heart; something from their character, something
from their soul.
Some stories touches a chord in your
heart and makes you feel sorry while some leave you guessing, but not happy, as
Rukshat of anyone or anything always makes a person sad. Departure of a child
or parent or a friend or a lover or any person who is close to heart is not
which one wishes to experience. But as it is said each and every thing which
arrives has already a time fixed for its departure. Whatever comes has to go
after it's time is over.
Loved the way Sujit Banerjee has
woven short stories interlinked with each other. It makes you feel, you are reading
a novel and not short stories. You feel instant connection when you read
stories with real life incidences.
So, if you want to so some serious
soul searching kind of reading, Rukshat is one.
Born to Bengali parents in Lucknow, I grew up in Patna where I finished my post-graduation in Psychology and ended up becoming a tour operator instead of a Psychologist! Which was
good since a Bengali born in UP and reared in Bihar does not make a great Psychologist! Am I now glad to be in tourism? It has taken me all over the world including places you would have never heard of. Eh? How about Tlacotalpan? It’s in Mexico.
Destiny had other plans as well so I became a reluctant healer. A crazy Shaman in Mexico set the ball rolling and it has rolled all the way to Delhi. Today I both heal as well as read Tarot cards. My wife thinks I am mad. My friends think I am weird. I guess I am both.
My first story was published in a magazine when I was seventeen. The Editor made such a hash of it that I stopped sending out my stories but I continued writing. Then I broke my heart and started writing poems; first in Hindi and then in English. All personal collection. They still remain personal. I do shudder when I read some of them! Then the short stories came back and written over two years - now is a collection.