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I usually carry a book while I travel but on my last trip, I somehow decided to make an exception. After a pitstop in Jaipur, I was travelling to my hometown, Dehradun where my brother has an extraordinary collection of books. So I thought, if I felt like reading, I would pick something from his library. But it never went that far. On my very first day at home, I found ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, 50th edition lying on the coffee table just like that. If you are a reader, you would have read or definitely heard about this 1960s classic. A few days back, I had seen the book on my Instagram feed and had made a mental note of reading it someday. Like those some days that never really come.
Seeing the book on the coffee table, I felt as if it was waiting for me, to be read! It sounds silly, right? But have you wanted to read a book or was just curious about it and then it was gifted to you or you just found it in your friend’s closet? Do you believe books have a way of choosing you? Ok, let me not freak you out, here!
So, I quickly turned to the back of the book to read the synopsis. My first impression was that it sounded like a serious and a bit grave book. I started anyway because you don’t put down a classic without giving it that reader’s glance. And now, here I am talking about it.
I just felt I had to share my experience with this book. I don’t so much believe in reviewing a book, especially a legendary one such as ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. I instead believe in sharing my experience, the emotions it brought out and what I read between the lines within and beyond the main storyline.

So how does the book feels?
In one word the book is a ‘breeze’. The world through the eyes of Scout Finch, a 6-year-old girl is uncomplicated, filled with carefree summer holidays and all about finding Boo Radley.

This book will take you back to your own summer holidays, that smell of grass, and those moments filled with drinking fresh lemonades on the porch. It will remind of you, of the adventures of childhood and how black and white the affairs of the world looked, back then.

The Narration
The story takes time to build up. I went in with the impression made by the synopsis and was anxious for the main story to start. It doesn’t so until one is almost midway through the novel. After 50 odd pages, I decided to let go of my expectations and instead go with the flow. I started to get involved in the world of young Scout and Jem Finch and their relentless hunt for Boo Radley and their relationship with their father, Atticus Finch.
The narration is simple and discusses the most controversial and complicated issues such as class divide, parenting, moral integrity along with the main plot of racial inequality in the most simplistic manner. Even while addressing these serious issues, the book never once loses its charm or subtlety of its humour. The storytelling has a lightness to it with a heartwarming feel.
Even though the book is written during the America of the 1960s, it is still hugely relevant for the 21st century. The context and the message of this book crosses lines of border and culture. Don’t we all come across injustice, class disparity, racial discrimination, irrespective of where we are right now? As an Indian, I can say it is very much relevant to our country’s context where class divide, colour bias and the need to put women in certain kind of behaviour box exists.

The Other stories from the book
Though the main story of the case of a black man accused of raping a white girl revolves around racial disparity, there are several storylines and small incidents that bring out the strong messages and leave an impression of their own.

The Class Disparity
The class divide in the small town of Maycomb is representative of the world then and the world of today. Its subtle yet deep portrayal touches upon on the prejudices with which we discriminate among people based on where they belong, what they do and what there financial standing is. The story then contrasts it with the innocent and impartial view of two young kids, Scout and Jem. You’d realise that the world would be a lot better place if kids ruled it:)

The Parenting Tip
The character of Atticus, a single parent to Scout and Jem gives some fine examples of perfect parenting. It demonstrates that parenting is perseverance, persistence and full of tactics yet transparent. In today’s world of helicopter parenting, it showcases how to gently mould the character of a child without being an iron hand. I personally found it more progressive and exemplary.

Morality and Strong Character is never out of fashion
The book gives a strong message that even if you know you are going to eventually lose, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t stand up for what is right. Atticus character makes a strong case for rooted moral values and courage of righteousness. It tells that even a small dent is the beginning of the change. It conveys that the act of men and women of today will define the character of those of tomorrow. Isn't’ our history full of examples of how the big change started with small steps?

Siblingship
Jem and Scout as the brother-sister duo are so relatable and fun. The story beautifully captures their journey through the thick and thin. They both are ready to fight tooth and nails for each other and sometimes with each other too. It also captures an ever-evolving relationship between siblings as time clock ticks. You will definitely find glimpses of you and your sibling in them.

The Gender Bias
Scout’s encounters with her Aunt Alexandra, casts some light on the gender bias. It through these encounters touches upon the bias women inflict on their own tribe by creating a box of behaviour, etiquettes or dressing where every woman should fit in. The character of Scout is too young to understand this bias but the confusion in the mind of a little girl and her attempts to sometime reluctantly fit in is a lesson for the grown-ups that it is us who can condition our girls to be a daredevil, not docile.

What’s my favourite line from the book?
"...before I can live with other folks I have got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience."

Truman Capote, the author of Breakfast at Tiffany’s on this book:
‘Someone rare has written this very fine novel, a writer with the liveliest sense of life and the warmest, most authentic humour. A touching book; and so funny, so likeable.’

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Before my alarm could blare into my ears, I heard the peculiar noise of buses guzzling fuel, honking and then screeching to a halt. This went on for good 5 mins but wasn’t enough to wake me up. I tossed and turned to go back to sleep. As I was about to enter the land of dreams again, the honking competition between parents started as they dropped the kids to school. Living in proximity to a school has its pros and cons. But as a child-free young couple one is usually at the receiving ends of consequences. That’s why when summer vacations started, parents pain was our gain. However, the loud noises left me with no choice but to get up and get ready for the morning jog.

I stepped out of the house, preparing myself for the next challenge: Navigating through dog poop. Yes! You heard it right. If you step out in morning, the scenes of owners waiting for their dogs to finish the morning rituals are quite common. Sometimes it happens right near the board: ‘If your dog poops, you should scoop.’ Dog poop is so omnipresent on our Powai footpaths that they can really be renamed as poop-paths. But who to blame? Certainly not the dogs?

So, I instead diverted my attention to the beautiful bougainvillea. This used to be a good strategy until I encountered a rickety drain hole cover under my foot. To my horror, most of them lay partially or fully broken. As if God was playing a cruel joke by making my erstwhile mundane walk into an act of hopping and skipping. One poop here and a drain hole there!

The next familiar sight was our local milkman, a middle-aged man with a white french beard. You will find him, sitting on a small chair, grimly carrying transactions. Bright yellow and blue crates filled with packets of milk, yogurt, and buttermilk populate the scene around him. I frequently buy these things from him. However, I have never bothered to ask his name. Isn't it the irony of our lives in a metro? More the number of people, lesser we know about them. Gone are the days of borrowing curd or sugar from neighbours and having a chance to strike a conversation.

I was brought back to reality with a rather lively scene exploding a few meters away. There was a small white truck with vegetables parked on the side of the road. An old couple was perched on the back of the truck. While the rest two below, hurriedly moved between weighing scale and managing the transactions. The customers came with their own temperaments. Some of them patiently waiting, some in sense of urgency and others haggling for price. However, amidst all this chaos, the old man with his big moustaches and rustic village charm, managed to strike a conversation with the customers. I was crossing this busy scene when I overheard him telling a woman, ‘Madam, aap leke jao, kharab niklega toh main hai na’. I couldn't help but smile. I guess the art of negotiation is not the virtue of only those who study it.

As I moved along the footpath, I could see the road getting busier with office goers. Their hurried expression can really tell you the difference between 8:30 and 8:45. You can also differentiate between boss and employees. Bosses would be usually seated at the back of a car with their bespectacled eyes glued to a newspaper or phone. Their faces almost always wearing a grumpy expression. Now, do I need to mention how employees look like? More than half of us fall into that category. I feel ya brethren!

Bidding adieu to all this morning hustle-bustle, I finally arrived at the garden. The sound of a flute welcoming me. I could see a group of elderly people enjoying the tunes of old songs being played by one of them. Their body swaying with the tunes and hands catching every pitch with a smile. One could really see they were enjoying the retirement years; happy, healthy and in companionship. Walking past them, I began my jog on the track which provides a 360-degree view of the garden.

As I breezed past one of the groups, I heard them discussing what Modi Ji should and shouldn’t be doing. Now we know, where Modi Ji’s secret think tank comes for a walk! Few meters away, a mother was walking with her infant in a stroller. One peep at the cute kid, now I was right behind two middle-aged ladies. Dressed in salwar kameez, they were talking about the one who wasn’t there that day. But reluctantly I had to run past their interesting conversation. Now my eyes started to observe the areas around the track. A yoga baba was doing asanas with great precision. Some young people were busy training, some people were relaxing and other doing ‘Pranayam’.

On the grass, a big group of elderly people was practicing yoga. Near them, some parents were playing with their kids. You could really see the joy in their eyes. Where has this freewill-playing disappeared? These two scenes in a way brought three generations together who between gadgets and fast-paced lives, hardly meet at meal tables now.

Everyone in the garden was doing their own bit but they all seemed part of one big community. This small garden represents the very essence of our Powai, a suburb that is as much made of the locals as by the migrants and expats. The lines of class, age or regionalism seemed to blur at this meeting point. It was like a live celebration of diversity, uniqueness, and oneness. As I made my way back, charged with all the energy and positivity, I murmured to myself, ‘It indeed is a good morning’!

-Reproduced from my column Hello Powai in 'My Powai' magazine


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It's evening of 15th August 2016, 70 years ago 'Bharat' or as the English speaking call it, 'India' finally succeeded in its struggle of freedom from the suit-boot rulers to the kurta-dharis ones. Pardon my sarcasm but that's how I sincerely see it.

Today 70 years after, the feel and importance of 15th August have changed significantly. For a working class like me, it's more of a long weekend rather than a reminder of the day when India's tryst with destiny started. Our patriotism is limited to posting, liking and sharing patriotic posts on Facebook or re-tweeting independence days hashtags on Twitter. Oh! how can I forgot the celebrations at the office, conveniently kept on Friday so that more people can attend! It's relatively a 'light' day you see. And so you have those series of games and performances for the most part of your second half to mark the independence day. You better enjoy it or at least pretend you do. While all this stands true, there is another aspect to our patriotic side and that is 'patriotism of goosebumps'.

Goosebumps! Have you ever felt them every time a movie theatre plays the national anthem? or when you hear a passionate patriotic song? Well, I get them mostly always and with that comes a feeling (maybe of pride) which I cannot really describe in its truest sense. So when this time again, during the office celebration, the national anthem was played and someone sang 'Ae mere watan ke logo' , these little bumps were jumping everywhere over me. As if screaming to remind me of my almost paralyzed patriotism which doesn't go beyond facebooking, tweeting or lunch table talks.
Talking about lunch table talks! While its a subject of an altogether different discussion, they do form an important aspect of our so-called patriotism. For the initiators, lunch table is the place where a working-class Indian, be it an elite or middle class thinks/talks about his/her country almost every day. From personal experience, this also includes the Indian diaspora scattered globally. Whether they already have citizenship of the residing country or they aspire to get it someday, these lunch table talks keep them connected to 'Bharat'. Be it socio-economic issues or that pertaining to religion, these lunch table talks address all of them. The lines are drawn, sides are taken, opinions are made and arguments countered. But by the time lunchtime walk ends and its back to business. Just like our politicians whose fiery opinions see the door as soon as the stage changes from a rally manch to a Delhi drawing room. It's heaven in paradise all over again! Then the sun rises the next day and there is a new topic to be debated at the 'Lunch table talks'. 

To confess, I myself have been an active contributor to them but with time they frankly have lost relevance for me. Not that having awareness, or discussing these issues with fellow citizens isn't good, its just that it's not good enough, at least for me. It reminds me of my own inaction in having to do something to change the social, political or economic issues we very passionately debate about. But every time I get these goosebumps, they remind me of those tiny flickers that are still burning, waiting for the fuel that will make them fire...



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It was just another day of driving class. Pandey Ji (as he likes to be called) had opened his potli of stories amidst the calls of 'half clutch', 'feet on the brake', 'look in the rear mirror' etc, etc. In his thick Allahabadi accent he said 'madam, I have to be home this Diwali. Need to find a suitable match for my daughter'. When I enquired, he told his daughter is 20 yr old and just finishing 10th grade. Hearing that, Being a 25 yr old independent girl, I argued, 'But Pandey Ji, she is too young. You should let her study and become self-sufficient'. While Pandey Ji nodded in agreement, in a helpless tone he said ' madam, woh sab toh theek hai, but wahan mahaul theek nahi hai'. By 'mahaul' he meant the persistent problem of Eve teasing leading to much graver crimes of molestation, rape and murder engulfing our country at present. He was also definitely worried about the 'unch-neech' as in Indian context the burden of family reputation inadvertently lies on the shoulder of the girl. And in such a situation the easiest solution a family sees is 'early marriage'. Let her be protected by another man from other men, huh!

While I couldn't say more after understanding his social and economical situation. The whole conversation lingered on my mind even after. Because the question is, Is that the best choice for her? Will she be really protected? What about the ghosts of dowry, domestic violence and many others?
Few years ago, our maid, Pramila also got her young daughter married, who later scumbed to early age pregnancy issues. A young life wasted! But Pramila's decision of early marriage of her daughter had the same underlying reasons that Pandey Ji has.
As a young girl myself, whose father too worries when she is out after 10 pm, I wonder what can be done to change these endless stories of nipped dreams or lives cut short. Will sensitising our boys help? but how long can we wait for that change to happen ? Will making our society safer for women help? Will a better education system which prepares the youth for tomorrow, help? Will creating more employment opportunities for the directionless youth help? The questions are many.

And I stand staring at the empty sky looking for answers to my questions!
Being a young blood of this country, I am agitated and impatient towards this snailing change that might be happening somewhere in some parts of this country. We can't let these issues hanging in there. They are like the polio which is making our society handicapped. Hence it also need to be chased and pursued in the same war like fashion which led to a polio-free India.

And with the changing times this country has been witnessing lately, I pin my hope on times to come. And I hope and hope, that every year allocated Nirbhaya fund of 1000 crores, which Mr Narendra Modi highlighted in one of his election interviews, would finally be put to use. And contribute in making this country a safer place for women, whilst our society goes through the internal churning on these issues at hand. I also hope that the current government which places it's faith in Gujarat model, will come out with more and more innovative ideas like 'Kanya Kelavani' implemented in Gujarat, to not only teach our girls to dream but to empower them to live their dreams!
Hoping for a brighter, better and safer tomorrow for millions of girls like me and that of Pandey ji's. Amen!


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