Google

Friday, 27 August 2010

The Financial Expert- R K Narayan

Mr. R K Narayan is really a fabulous writer. He clearly depicts a villager's life in this Novel. The story revolves round Mr. Margayya who helps people in filling up forms for getting loans from the co-operative bank. The bank officials objected his deeds and he was forced to find some other business. Based on village priest's advise he observes penance to please goddess Lakshmi. He pampers his only son Balu. Incidentally he meets Dr. Pal who is a sociologist and journalist, who gave him a manuscript to publish. Margayya becomes rich with the money obtained by the publication. Balu was very bad at studies, fights with his father and run away. Margayya starts a bank on his own, which grew in business day by day. Balu was brought back home and his marriage was done. Balu joins with Dr. Pal and get in to habits which require money, which forces him to ask for his share of property. Son and father fights among themselves and the feud between Dr. Pal and Margayya ruins his bank. The book is very descriptive and you feel like reading cover to cover.

Tuesday, 27 July 2010

back again

I am back again after a long gap. Raining heavily here. I tried to do some exercise. During rain your outdoor activities are restricted and you confine to your cocoon. Walking in rain is really fantastic. If you don't have an umbrella then it will be even memorable. I took my umbrella so that my wife wont say no to my venture. Rain is really marvellous, waxing and waning, even stopping for a while only to retaliate heavily. Puddles, streams, noises of flowing water are all feast for eyes. I even saw a small water fall. My trouser got wet, but I continued with enthusiasm, like a small kid. I felt greatly relaxed, particularly after a hectic day in office. When I finished my voyage 45 minutes already were over, with out my notice. Thanks rain for giving me a good exercise, hope I shall sleep soundly tonight.

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Alcoholism and ....

hi,
I was traveling back from Ernakulam, after leaving my family, in Garib Rath, new low cost train with 5 star facilities, thanks to Laloo. I slept off as soon as I got in. I was made to get up by the shouting in to the mobile phone, typical mallu way of talking, by two, no three businessmen, who represent the middle class Malappuram entrepreneurs, who were on there business trip to Goa. They have to fix a deal. Buy a Toyota Innova, highest version, for their friend who is churning out money from Gulf. I tried to ignore them, but could not.
They had several bottles of mineral water with them to quench their thirst. One bottle of sprite also among the lot. Next to us were two couples, newly married?, honeymooners?, who were playing romantic songs in Hindi. One of the businessman, young fellow, was trying to befriend with one girl, among the two. Common interest, which I felt was music. The girl was really responding to his queries, unaware of his intentions.
The person, whom I am talking about, started drinking constantly from the bottles. I slept off again. When I woke up the girl was lying down on her ?husband's lap caressing him. Our poor businessman was ogling at her from our side. He walks at times near the couple and return to his seat and continue his current business. In between he was passing dirty comments at the girl which is friend also shared and contributed. He was acting as if he is a stud waiting to copulate. I felt very miserable, but was really incapacitated to do any thing, in view of the businessman's physical capabilities.
Before drinking the magic potion the person was sober. Once the thing started running through his veins, he transformed into a monster, a maniac, a pervert. He didn't care that he is making nuisance to the couple in public place which is against the rule. I blame that girl too, who provoked him by doing intimate acts in a place like train.
I pity the youth, even though I am one among the group (which I believe), for these irresponsibilities. Take care of yourself while traveling, particularly in train. Please don't think and as if it is your bedroom. Never try sexually provocative advances in public transport system, I know some are obsessed with.