The Book and The Movie – Eat Pray Love, PS I Love You

P.S. I Love YouRecently, I had a chance to watch 2 moviesP.S. I Love You and the well-acclaimed Eat, Pray, Love.

Around 2 weeks later, I also got my hands on the original books – P.S. I Love You by Cecilia Ahern and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Actually I am still reading Eat, Pray, Love (Liz has just reached Rome now).

To put it in a nutshell, I hated the book version of P.S. I Love You and hated the movie version of Eat, Pray, Love. Continue reading “The Book and The Movie – Eat Pray Love, PS I Love You”

Music to My Ears

My whole family is into music. My brother’s iPod is stuffed with all kinds of music (genres: unknown/too varied to list here). Hubby thinks  Bryan Adams is the cat’s own whiskers (or maybe I ought to change that to a dog idiom as Hubby detests cats).  Dad and Mom love all the oldie goldie Malayalam songs and have vinyl records and cassette recordings to prove it.

I wonder – am I the only person in my family who hates songs? Continue reading “Music to My Ears”

Under the Dome

Under The Dome
Under The Dome - Book Covers

The first time I laid my eyes on this book was last August at our nearest Reliance TimeOut store. The book was as big as the Bible. Another puzzling thing about the book was that it had multiple covers. One of the covers was that of a young girl, another was of an old man. This got me thinking – since the covers are different, it most certainly must be short stories. However, as far as I knew, Stephen King specialized in Horror genre and not short stories. Oh well, maybe he had decided to leap into the world of short stories – I decided.

Book LoverOf course, now you must be wondering, why doesn’t the female just read the book cover and find out what on earth it was about – short stories or something else, instead of prancing about guessing. But being  a confirmed bibliophile, I was too busy poring over the multitude of books available at my fingertips at the store. Besides, seeing the size of the book, I was certain that I wouldn’t be buying it.

I left the store that day without any books (because Hubby was tired and grumpy after holding Baby while I was grazing on books). However, after Hubby with babygetting a Reliance gift voucher within 2 weeks, I came running back to browse through at TimeOut again. This time I was sure that I would buy some book to keep me occupied. ‘Under the Dome’ was again looking at me curiously as if wondering – “Why does this lady pick me up every time she browses this aisle, and then puts me down again?”. Once again, I surmised that the book consisted of short stories. And decided to buy it. See, the thing with me is that, once I start a book I HAVE to finish it. However, if they are short stories, I can easily finish once story at a time and then decide when I want to read the next one. SO having a book with short stories was the best option.

I came home, and the bag containing the book lay undisturbed for a week or so. Then, I suddenly remembered that I had a book in queue for me and decided to start. Once I opened the book, I realised that it was a novel and not a short story as I had imagined.

Over a span of 2 months, I managed to finish the book. The book started off in a verrrrrrrrrrry boring tone with descriptions about the town and an ex-military guy named Dale Barbara (a.k.a ‘Barbie’), his thoughts and recollections. I would have thrown it into the rubbish heap if it hadn’t been a Stephen king book and I hadn’t shelled out Rs. 350 for it.

Then things began to get interesting. All of a sudden a huge dome is erected all around the perimeters of the Chester’s Mill town – a dome which lets air and water into the town in trickles. In other words, the 300 or so residents of the tow need to make do with the resources available to them. For added spice, other characters thrown in are a corrupt Selectman Big Jim, and his cronies and some upstanding citizens like the newspaper editor Julie Shumway.

The story has a strange parallel to the world of today, where we have limited natural resources and the huge amount of pollution. Instead of dragging the whole world into it, King has localised the effects of global warming and pollution to a tiny town and shown the effects quite effectively. It has its share of Al Gorelike people as well as ones like Corporations that try to make sure no regulations are passed with respect to carbon emissions et al.

It shows the psychological effects on people when they find that they are running out of resources like food, water and air, and how they react in such circumstances. Portrayed beautifully, I would say that it is a must read for anyone.

Finding a Maid

BabyWe have a maid to care for Baby when we are off at work. The Maid is a funny being – she comes from a family of 10 – a band of 4 sisters and 6 brothers. She is a spinster and believes that all her brothers’ wives are devils in disguise….I’d rather not go into the reasons here. Her Dad is a drunkard (in her view) and her Mom has been a suffering soul in the midst of the fights between her daughters-in-law and her Significant Other’s drunken antics.

Recently, she got the idea that she was possessed being followed about by a Servantghost. The reason for this conclusion – she caught the scent of something that none of us seemed to notice and saw a shadow when she was alone :-). Actually the shadow was that of a curtain fluttering about in breeze.

Being the most superstitious creature I have ever known, she begged off work for 2 days to consult a Jyothish, i.e. an astrologer. The Jyothish even managed to identify the ghost for her – it was the ghost of her sister’s dead friend (I wonder how he did that – maybe he can google up Ghost locations!). And he declared that she had to wear a locket containing a few Scripture verses. Wonder of wonders, the Friend Ghost stopped bothering her 🙂 Anyway, that goes to prove the power of a subtle suggestion from the right quarter.

GhostShe takes care of Baby very well….however a few of her quirks are really unbearable. She keeps abusing her relatives to anyone willing to listen to her, and the language used is abominable. I don’t think I would hear stronger language even from  street fighters. I really wouldn’t like Baby to grow up hearing such language.

And now and then, she goes all dumb ( as in, does not speak to anyone) and her face looks as though a nest of wasps has attacked it (well, you get the picture). And we have no clue what we did to deserve it 🙂

And to top it all off, she keeps mumbling and grumbling to herself half the time.

So tell me folks, what should I do? Do I let her continue, or should I look for someone new?