Men on My Mind – Book Review

Men on my Mind

By Radha Thomas
Price: 195/-
 
I love
debut novels. They’re special. They have to be. After all they’ve remained in
the author’s mind long enough and persistently enough to egg her/him to get
down to writing them, right? Of course there have been times when I’ve got stuck
with really bad apples – incorrect English, the hugest turn off, or amateur
writing.. but the risk is worth taking.
 

That was
what made me want to read this one and I’m glad I did.
 

‘Men on my
Mind’ is nothing if not true to its name. The book traces the adventures of an
Indian girl who grows up with… well …. men on her mind since the tender age of 7. From
a dreamy pre-teen inspired by M&Bs struggling with her first crush, she grows
into a self assured woman gamely trying out all kinds of men for size. She makes her way
from Mumbai to Panchagani, Delhi and New York with bits of New Zealand, Fiji
and China thrown in for good measure. On she soldiers, always with a BFF by her
side for where’s the fun if you don’t have a girl friend to share stories of your sexapades
with?
 

She juggles more than one relationship at a time and takes on one night
stands without a scruple. As she says.. ‘What’s the bloody problem anyway?
Conscience-shmonscience.’ There really are plenty of men around and ‘I’ve never been
able to turn down handsome and rich men’, is her candid confession.
 

However, ‘The
One’ remains elusive. The perfect hunk has a squeaky voice, the perfect boyfreind’s
a pathetic kisser, the urbane older man turns out to be a lech, the dapper
gentleman has a pigsty of a home, the sexy biker’s an anger maniac, the soulful
pianist ends up two-timing her,… sigh! Students,
lawyers, violin players, prospective Nobel laureates,
photographers, restaurateurs, bar tenders, she tries them all only to
discover that it really isn’t easy to find the man of her dreams.

The book is
a hilarious take on men and relationships. Here’s a heroine who turns the
male-female stereotype on its head. She treats her encounters with men with the flamboyance and casualness generally attributed to men in their dealings with
women. Oh she wants true love but she’s fine occupying herself while The One comes
along.

The book certainly is a pacey, well written read peppered with hilarious situations and diversely interesting characters.
 

However, my problem with it is that there are just too many men. Towards the
end it gets a bit tiresome and the end itself is a tiny bit of a letdown. I
spotted a few editing errors too. Also, there were some sequences that didn’t
seem to go anywhere (like the plain
Jane episode). Of course since I read there’s a trilogy in the offing, we can
hope it will come together and maybe the end is not ‘The End’.

Other than
that ‘Men on my mind’ delivers all what it promises. It’s gutsy, sexy, provocative
and very very funny. If you’re looking for something light and fun, this is the
book to pick up.

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A book and some memories

I generally avoid buying books randomly. I look for a recommendation or a review before I pick one. The odd time I’ve bought an ‘interesting looking’ book I’ve got a terribly raw deal. However, this time during my trip to Dehradun I made an exception.

I came across this really quaint little bookshop inside a Barista. Lovely concept, isn’t it — Coffee and books? There was no way I wasn’t buying both and I chanced upon Saeed Mirza’s ‘Ammi – Letter to a democratic mother’.

For once, I’m glad I didn’t wait for a review.

It’s not a conventional book at all. If you’re looking for a storyline, or dramatic highs and lows you will be disappointed. If you’re looking for an autobiographical journey, arranged in neat chronological order you won’t find it either. The book seems like a compilation of pages from the author’s diary which takes the form of letters to his mother. He talks about his parents, their love story, his childhood, his journey to film making and his disillusionment with the system. The book delves a bit into history, breaks off to tell favourite stories on Mulla Nasruddin, then turns into a travelogue as Mirza takes to the road with wife Jennifer. The best part is a short film script that he incorporates at the end.

It’s meant to be read and savoured in bits, very very interesting bits.

I have to confess that there’s another reason why I bought the book. For one, Saeed Mirza’s a celebrity I like and admire. I’d been too young to understand/admire his films but I certainly loved Nukkad. Besides, he was a celebrity I once interviewed. Strange, it might sound, but each person I’ve interviewed or even met, during my working days, remains special to me. I keep a soft corner for them unless they’re someone really nasty or opinionated (like Shobhaa Dey, Gosh was she patronising!).

I met Saeed Mirza in Bhopal and interviewed him back in the 90s. He was staying with a friend when I first went to meet him. A colleague, an aspiring actor, tagged along hoping he’d push his case. Withing a few minutes of being there he realised he’d wanted to meet Aziz Mirza, not Saeed Mirza, and he immediately wanted to leave.

As it turned out the interview was a long winding one. The restless colleague kept making furious eyes at me to end it while I was in no mood to do so… it was way too interesting. He came away hugely irritated while I couldn’t conceal my amusement. I ragged him for a long long time after that. Mirza talked of writing a book then. “It will be a critique on me,” he’d said. I’m not sure it was this one.

The next time I met him he was staying at a hotel. I had an evening appointment and he welcomed me to his room with a glass of alcohol in his hands, certainly not a setting to put me at ease. I was grateful for the presence of my photographer friend. However, once he started talking I forgot to be uncomfortable and stayed on till nightfall. Quite a raconteur, he is.

Classic Remix

Look up Elizabeth – It’s makeover time

Now I know what cricketers mean when they say they’re ‘out of form’. Strange it is.. to not have the drive to do what you love and enjoy the most… for me it’s reading, blogging, exercising. No thrill in any of those these days. But more on that later.

What has brought me back here was an article I found in today’s papers. You can read it here…
http://www.indianexpress.com/news/fifty-shades-of-grey-effect-classics-get-raunchy-makeover/975710/

Apparently classics like ‘Pride and Prejudice’, ‘Jane Eyre’ and ‘Wuthering Heights’ are set to get a “steamy makeover”. Blasphemy or what??? Oh well once upon a time I did find them a bit restrained and staid. However, that’s part of the old world charm of the books, isn’t it?

An Elizabeth who finds Mr Darcy ‘hot’…. is not the Elizabeth I know.

Mission accomplished

It’s pizza time folks. In case you don’t remember… the gym had a weightloss contest. I set myself a personal target of losing two kgs this month and I did it. Gosh I feel soooo good. I’m in the sixties.. 69 but still 60s. Yay!

The best part of the entire exercise was that everyone, with the exception of one or two girls, lost weight.. everyone .. from aunties in their sixties to girls barely out of their teens. What a happy time it was at the gym today as everyone got weighed. I loved the camaraderie all around. For once everyone was actually competing with their own selves, sharing diet and exercise tips. What fun this month has been.

While on weightloss, I’m reading a book by Yaana Gupta.. “How to love your body and get the body you love”. I found the title quite interesting and ordered it from Flipkart who seem to deliver books almost as soon as you press the ‘enter’ key on your computer.

The book has a section on smart weightloss. Yaana seems to have tried every diet under the sun and writes the pros and cons. She also talks about people like herself (and me) who are programmed to think of weightloss all the time. I found myself saying “ditto ditto ditto” each time she talks about her obsession with weightloss and ‘healthy’ eating. She says even ‘healthy eating’ shouldn’t be an obsession. And I’m kind of beginning to agree.

Sample this…. she talks of a time when she was trying to lose weight and dreamt of having a pizza she’d had sometime earlier. Says she, “The longer I was on that damn diet , the more I thought of that pizza and fantasised about it.” Sounds familiar, haan?

And when she finally does have it.. it didn’t taste as good as she’d imagined it would. So now I’m wondering whether Saturday would be such a treat after all!  🙁
The point she’s trying to make is.. don’t make your body crave for anything.

Maybe I’ll get to that stage someday.. after I reach 65kgs… maybe. For now I’ll try to “get the body I love” and maybe later I’ll try to “love the body I have.”

I’m halfway through the book. Of course I skipped ahead and read the bit about weightloss first. She says the same thing my trainer had told me.. “concentrate on weight training for sustained weightloss as it boosts your metabolism instead of just getting rid of calories through cardio”. Remember I’d promised myself  I’d do that? But there’s something so addictive about cardio I got caught up yet again.. So one more time.. the same resolution.. Less cardio, more weights. That even means lesser time at the gym.

Yes I know I’m going on and on about this whole thing. But then I’ve bored all my friends to tears with my obsession I couldn’t possibly leave out you guys. 🙂

Memoirs of a Lucknow boy

Fans of flipkart raise your hands. Isn’t it just wonderful? As they get more and more popular their services only seem to get better. Last week I ordered a book and it arrived the very next day. Wow, thought I.
Then this morning I ordered four books and one of them was delivered just now. How’s that for promptness? I love this concept of piecemeal delivery of the order. It’s like they’re saying, “You start reading this one.. we’ll get the others ASAP”. And the Cash on Delivery Option is a dream.
Apparently, so well have they been doing, that they’ve launched their own courier service.

The book that arrived last week turned out to be a wonderful read — ‘Lucknow Boy A Memoir’ by Vinod Mehta. I am not a great fan of biographies, auto or otherwise. I got a surfeit of them when in school and found a lot of them boring. Then a friend recommended Andre Agassi’s “Open” and I loved it. That was what made me look at ‘Lucknow Boy’. I have to confess though, the Lucknow connection was the clincher, rather than a love for Vinod Mehta’s writings. I’ve seen him a lot of him in various debates on various television channels and have loved him for his irreverence more than anything else. This will sound silly but the picture I have of him is sitting at one such panel flanked by some nattily dressed panel members while carelessly sporting a bright bright red shirt.

As anticipated I did enjoy the Lucknow bit. In fact the first part of the book makes it a must read for every Lucknowite. Somethings he says of Lucknow resonate strongly with me.. sample this..

“Lucknow bestowed on me one priceless gift. It taught me to look at the individual rather than his religion or caste or the tongue he spoke….” Later he adds.. “…for me Muslims meant korma, Christians meant cake and pastries, Sikhs meant hot halwa, Anglo-Indians meant mutton cutlets, Parsees meant dhansak. The solitary Jewish family in town did not come withon my grasp, so I aplogize for excluding them.”… That’s my kind of man, I thought.

Also..
“Some of my better-educated, more doctrinaire friends usually discuss secularism, composite culture and the syncretic tradition…I breathed the secularism they talk of, the composite culture flows in my veins, the syncretic tradition is something I observed daily as I rode my bicycle from Firangi Mahal to Sanyal Club. I didn’t pick up my secularism from books or at university or from protest demos. For me it was a lived reality.”

That’s not all. Armed with a third class BA degree from the Lucknow University he travels to Britain. That’s where he transforms himself from that small frog in the well to a well read, well informed individual. The rest of the book talks about his editorial journey, which is even more more interesting. Someone who starts his journalistic career as the editor of Debonair can’t really be boring. Other than that he launched three newspapers only to be sacked from each of them. I liked his sense of fairness of giving media space to points of view that may/may not coincide with his own. And I loved his candour..from admitting his temper tantrums (“I was under the misapprehension that all great editors had to be ‘difficult'”) to the gravest of errors to a child he abandoned.

Towards the end he gives some ‘Sweeper’s wisdom’ to aspiring journos. I also loved the section ‘Some people’ where he gives his impressions on people ranging from Shobha De to VS Naipaul and Rushdie. Quite enjoyable.
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‘Lucknow Boy’ put me on the path of some more books, which are the ones I ordered today. Mehta heavily recommends George Orwell’s writings. While I’ve read a lot about his books, specially Animal Farm and 1984, I never got down to reading them. Also, I thought it would be fun to read more of Lucknow’s history and so included a book on that too.

‘1984’ was delivered today and I’m looking forward to a quiet evening with the kids down for the day.