Wednesday, July 3, 2019

A Man Called Ove

It’s so strange to sit and think what to write about one of the most memorable characters I have ever read. Someone who does what has to be done, who fights for the right things and who understands that rules have been put in place for a reason and are meant to be followed.

It all started one fine evening, over a cup of Irani chai at a local Hyderabad café, when I, after having heard so many praises and recommendations from my bookworm friends, finally began my journey with Ove.

Ove, a man who is as annoyed by people who can’t read simple sign boards as he is with a stray cat in his path. Ove, whose conversations at an electronic shop will remind you of the numerous times you’ve had to ‘explain’ technology to your parents. Ove, whose feelings of pain and helplessness and anger at the system are so real, it is impossible to not be able to feel it, because let’s face it, this is something all of us have experienced at some point in our lives.

Page 2 and I was already laughing out loud. The author’s ability to bring out human interactions, be it with fellow humans, or with cats and dogs, in a diligent and humorous way is amazing. He observes a lot of things that usually go unnoticed to the common eye. Simple, mundane situations seem to invoke his curiosity, which he then turns into gales of laughter for his readers. He captures the human relations perfectly. Moreover, he sees humor in places and situations where people would normally see friction.

At the core of the story is Ove’s love for the one woman in his life, whose laughter changed his entire world. A love which is as strong as his principles. Through Ove’s eyes, one sees the changing times of our society. How quickly we discard the familiar old and welcome the untested new. From individual homes to residential societies, from fixing our own things to dialing professional technicians, from savings to insurance companies. Luckily for Ove, his principles remain constant throughout his journey. There are very few individuals in our real lives we can say the same about.


All of us have surely met an Ove in our lives, though we would not have thought of the interaction with that person as funny or something to laugh about. That is the beauty of this book. It generates a gentle warm feeling in your heart through a seemingly emotionless protagonist. It asks you to give yourself the opportunity to love someone and awaken their ability to love you back. It makes you realize that grumpy doesn’t necessarily mean heartless, that people like Ove are capable of feeling the tenderness of love in their hearts. And sometimes all we need to disarm a curmudgeonly old man is a little innocent girl.

The problem with us is we judge everyone. No sooner we find someone who is a tiny winy bit different from the society’s definition of normal or nice, than we point it out to them. By telling the story from Ove’s point of view, the author helps us connect with him, understand him and welcome him in our hearts. Ove’s story is about the essence of hope and positivity, of love and understanding, of going deeper than the outer personality and accepting people for who they are rather than labeling them. For me, every interaction in the book has been a source of learning about the human behavior. In an age where negative news fills our eyes and ears, we definitely need more heart-warming stories like this beautiful one.

Friday, January 4, 2019

The English Patient


In the war-torn Italy come together four lives, each with a past, a personal loss, unsure of what the future holds, but all of them holding on to their memories, trying to make peace with their present.  


As every new character is introduced in the story, his life, his hopes, his past, his home and his dreams are unravelled meticulously and diligently by the author. Every shade of his emotions and reactions, his thoughts and expressions, are picked up and gently added to the canvas of that character. The author paints the characters just as beautifully as he paints the Italian villa they all live in. 


Past, present, memory, history, conversations, bombs, war, pain, suffering, landscapes, weather, chapels and villas all come together to in this mesmerizing and sensual story. 



The physical and emotional transformation a war brings about in its survivors, the feelings of despair and melancholy and the burden of personal loss are a constant presence in the book. The characters are as torn and broken as the war-ravaged villa. Their lives resemble the shattered pieces of the walls; their souls damaged like wall-less rooms and roof-less walls. But they are survivors, just like the villa standing tall against rain and wind. 


The change in the villa’s grandeur, now reminiscent only through the decorative paintings and huge library, is visible to the naked eye and easy to describe in words. But the change its dwellers is far more complex. Yet, this complexity is broken down and transformed into a vast bed of blue sea, where the author takes you by your hand and ushers you slowly into the ocean. With each step, every turn of the page, you immerse yourself a little more into the waters and into the minds of the characters. As the waves gently touch your feet, you find yourself diving deeper into the tangled lives and you are enthralled by the vastness of the ocean. 


Even if the book were 100 or 200 pages more, I could still go on reading. It’s a journey I would never get tired of, eager to explore the depths of the ocean even further. It is also a journey one must definitely take, slowly and gently, with absolutely no hurry.