• For an avowed book lover, I’m afraid my book reading these past few years have been scanty to say the least, restricted largely to doing book reviews for Blogadda. However, this year I decided to join Corinne Rodrigues #Outdo Yourself Reading Challenge and pledged to read a modest 12 books a year which makes it just ONE book a month. Surely that is a target I can hope to match despite my time crunch.

    So, fellow bloggers  joining the challenge, this is my first book for 2016 and there are 12 more to go. In order to make this a more meaningful reading year for me, I plan on posting short two sentence reviews about the books I’ve read, more as a record rather than as a review.

    Game of Life

    Having reviewed  Shubha Vilas’ earlier books Shattered Dreams   and The Rise of the Sun Prince, I was looking forward to the third in his series. This time, I was approached by the author himself to review the book and I was thrilled because this is the first time really that an author has asked me to review the book.

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  • Daughter No 1 was in town and wanted to visit the Bhau Daji Lad Museum at Byculla. For those of you who don’t know it, this is a delightful museum city museum located in, of all the places, Mumbai’s zoo ! Long before it became famous and fashionable, my daughters and I would regularly visit this quaint museum with its collection of things from everyday life. (I actually used to think it was a repository for other people’s junk till it was lovingly restored under the able stewardship of Ms. Tasneem Mehta, the museum’s current Director).

    The Museum organises several cultural events and this weekend was our last chance to see handicrafts made by artisans and craftsmen from India.

    Now we all know that a  handicrafts exhibitions is a pseudonym for  tacky, crude and  often poorly made artefacts  but this exhibition was different : the stalls had exquisite stuff, well finished and designed  with a modern sensibility and an aesthetic that makes you proud to know that they are MADE IN INDIA. They weren’t just objects, but things of beauty that took your breath away.

    I particularly loved the lamps and decorative items made by Jagadish of Jaggusays. Made out of material like dried leaves , onion skin and pencil shavings, his artistic creations have another worldliness about them with their delicate and fragile beauty.

    I can go on and on about all the exquisite pieces that I saw. These craftsmen had come from all over India and were hoping to make a little money on objects that had taken hours to make.

    How many hours must go into these handicrafts so lovingly made with skills that have been passed on and nurtured through generations? Monday MusingsMany of these craftsmen have children who want to abandon their traditions and go on to getting an education that will make them “employable” and land up either as clerks or low level office staff. I want to go out and tell them NOT to turn their backs on what is so obviously a God givenskill. Don’t you think these crafts deserve to be protected, nurtured and kept alive?  Don’t these people’s talent deserve recognition and due value? 

    Sadly, in our homes these days,  utility and practicality have replaced beauty with  plastic and mass produced .

    Isn’t this a shame?

    I’m linking this up with #Monday Musings on The Bespectacled Mother

     

  • When you go to see a play called “Perfect Nonsense”, you can expect some perfect nonsense. However, apart from the theme, which was perfectly nonsensical, last evening’s play was far from that!

    Daughter No 1 had gifted Hubby Dear and me two tickets to the much touted West End production currently playing at the NCPA, South Mumbai’s multicultural  hub situated at the end of Marine Drive. I was excited as this was my first ever West End play and I could hardly wait to see it.

    PG Wodehouse is a name familiar with most people of my generation who have seen their fathers chuckling over the antics of Bertie Wooster and his inimitable butler Jeeves but for the younger generation, he remains just another author catching dust on daddy’s bookshelf. Sadly, the world has moved on since Jeeves&Wooster and in the age of Internet, Wodehouse’s stories seem quite childish and contrived.  If truth be told, the first half of the play was pretty slow. I had to nudge Hubby Dear as he began to snore in the first 10 minutes. Was it the crisp British accent that took some getting used to ?  However, the sparkling wit comes through and with the help of some clever props and brilliant stagecraft, “Perfect Nonsense” is saved from being perfectly nonsensical.

    Bertie Wooster, the lovable gentleman at large, is asked by his aunt Dahlia to pinch a silver cow creamer from her husband’s arch rival silverware collector Sir Watkin Bassett, failing which he will forever be banned from her dinner parties. Wooster is providentially invited to Totleigh Towers by his friend Gussie Fink-Nottle who happens to be engaged to the daughter of the house, Madeline Bassett to help iron out some difficulties that cropped up in their relationship. In a series of scrapes  involving characters like Stephanie Bing and Roderick Spode among others, he ( with a lot of help from Jeeves) ,  succeeds in ironing out the complications  and regains favour with Aunt Dahlia.

    What is spectacular about this play is the simply clever way in which it is presented: there are just three actors pulling off this comedy with some exceedingly clever props and costume changes. It was in the end, pure, clean old fashioned humour. Indeed, it was an afternoon well spent . What a way to start a weekend.

    I’m sharing this with members of the Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge

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