Monday, September 29, 2014

Book Review - Private India : James Patterson and Ashwin Sanghi


Details of the book:
Title: Private India
Authors: James Patterson and Ashwin Sanghi
Publisher: Random House India
Year: 2014
Price: Rs.350
Pages: 448
ISBN: 978-0-099-58639-5

Ashwin Sanghi: born 25 January 1969, is an Indian writer in the thriller fiction genre. He is the author of three best-selling novels: The Rozabal Line, Chanakya's Chant and The Krishna Key.

James Patterson: born March 22, 1947, is an American author. He is largely known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross, the protagonist of the Alex Cross series.

Private India: The book is a 8th book part of “Private” series and (Jack Morgan book4) by James Patterson which he co-authored with Ashwin Sanghi.

The plot of “Private India” by James Patterson and Ashwin Sanghi has so many characters revolving around the main character in the story- Santosh Wagh, who is heading the leading private detective agency of the country known as Private India.  Private India is a part of global detective agency “Private” which is headed by Jack Morgan and the Indian part of this agency is handled by the team headed by Santosh Wagh.

The story in it has a lot to keep the readers engaged and rather entangled along the drive towards turning the pages of the book as one proceeds with a number of sequences till the end. The story begins with the murder of a Thai woman doctor who is in Mumbai for her personal touring visit. She is found dead in the hotel room with number of strange articles around her dead body.

There is a sequence of murders that follow the Thai lady, each time being a woman. There is a lot of mythological aspects being brought into the work piece throughout, addressing the issues that largely depict the various psychological aspects of the murderer. Private India is largely a bouquet of mysteries trying its best to surprise the readers at several points in the story.

Gangsters, godmen, celebrities, politicians, beggars, orphans, prostitutes, police, journalists, nomadic tribes, local trains, dilapidated buildings, terror attacks and millions of people- have been tracked throughout the novel. The Indian-ness part of the book has been well sought out. The proceedings of Indian Judicial system and the workings of the police has been depicted quite aptly within the novel. The authors take us on a great ride throughout the lanes of Mumbai with its several aspects of prostitution, gambling, smuggling, killing, murderers, etc providing it Bollywood tone to the plot.

The best line from the novel :  Life has no meaning without the presence of death. Life is simply the absence of death. The fools of this world labor to prevent death, unmindful of the fact that it is death that will set them free.

The novel keeps you hooked till the end making you flip pages one after the other, until one grasps the last page of the book. The language is comprehensible and keeps a knack with the reader. Though the novel still keeps you in thought process, there is a little disappointment towards the end, but it is overall a fine read.

Rating: 3.5/5


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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Dining Day

Team : TANDEM TENSOME

(Note : This post has been written as a part of Blogadda's #CelebrateBlogging. My team is "Tandem Tensome" and this is the fifteenth chapter in the series. You can read the previous chapters here. )

 
Team : Tandem Tensome

CHAPTER 15 : The Dining Day

"I don't know if it is just with the mind, or anything else. It is unless one keeps it busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, it will throw itself in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination. And then there is no mad or idle fancy that it does not bring forth in agitation" Jennifer mumbled it silently over her table to comfort her and left the issue for some other day, she packed her stuff and signed off. 

‘Shekhar Calling’ the screen flashed, and she was left with a smile on her face, she picked up the call and heard Roohi from the other side of the phone. 

"Hello Aunty, we are right here, down your office." Roohi shouted in excitement. This brought a smile on Jennifer’s face and she rushed down quickly and pushed herself in the car.

Cyrus while waiting down his flat had a flow of several thoughts. He was occupied with fears and a thought crossed his mind “Distrust is like a vicious fire that keeps going and going, even put out, it will reignite itself, devouring the good with the bad, and still feeding on empty, and this is what is making me a victim of myself.”

These were certain thoughts that lingered in the minds of Cyrus only while he was alone, but these only made him prepared and confident for the next time. He never let the person stack up any suspicion over him and law studies only made him bolder. 

Cyrus decided to make a ring to Shekhar for he was not feeling comfortable that evening. Shekhar tried to make up his mind to join in at the dining table. Cyrus made a point of reaching the destination on his own. Shekhar somehow agreed and turned the car towards his home. 

Roohi and Jennifer were busy with their own enjoyment in the backseat of the car.

Cyrus tried calling Jennifer again to convince her. ‘Cyrus Calling’ is what flashed on Jennifer's phone screen. Her smile straightened immediately for it only disturbed her. She put her phone down and got back to her fun. 

The screen again had the flash of ‘Cyrus Calling’ and it only made her anger through her veins. Shekhar from the mirror saw onto the expressions of Jennifer and inquired her if everything was fine with her. Jennifer neglected it down and asked him about the evening plans. 

Mr. Ahuja along with his little pup was waiting around for Roohi and Shekhar to reach down soon. He did not want another visit of Shekhar at his doorstep. He was kind enough to pay the visits, rather than inviting anyone down to his residence.

The car arrived. Roohi couldn’t wait to stop and immediately got down to rush to her pup friend. Mr. Ahuja saw another lady walking down the car with a tattoo on her arm that was quite clearly visible from a distance bearing her all cool attitude which did not resemble the high-heeled Tara.  He gave a wicked smile to Shekhar. Shekhar could sense it and made the matter quite casual and normal.

Jennifer made all her efforts to divert her brain and was ready with her most possessive shooting device and began clicking pictures of Roohi, pup and the surroundings. Shekhar and Mr. Ahuja made their way inside the home, discussing about the evening.

Shekhar makes all the arrangements and asked Roohi and Jennifer to make their way inside the home and be a part of the talks over the dining table. Shekhar casually remarked “Happiness is a warm puppy and the most important thing is to enjoy the life and be happy which is what really matters.”

Jennifer interrupted saying “You are right Mr. Shekhar but it is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought of a fool and remove all doubts.”

Mr. Ahuja shared different glances with Shekhar and Jennifer. He decided to stay quiet for a while and then went ahead saying something unusual. After the introduction he was aware of Jennifer being a photography expert and worked at media house.

He said “What really knocks one out is a thing that, when one is done all reading of the writings, one really wishes that the author is his/her friend and call him/her up to whenever the person felt like, which hardly happens though.”

This statement bewildered Shekhar and lead him to think over what made Mr. Ahuja say this. Jennifer in-turn gave a nod to what he said and opined that it was nothing unusual of human nature.

Jennifer and Roohi made way to Roohi’s room and played over there.

The door-bell rang. And a knock followed it.

“Welcome Mr. Cyrus. You have kept us waited for so long.”

As Shekhar said this, Roohi heard the knock and made her way to the drawing room and shouted in excitement “Hello uncle, how have you been? I have been long waiting for you with an empty stomach here. I am so happy to see you here and so my all new friends are here to play around with me!”

Roohi continued “Aunty, uncle and my puppy is here to celebrate the evening. I am so happy!”




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Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Tides And The Chides

Team : TANDEM TENSOME

(Note : This post has been written as a part of Blogadda's #CelebrateBlogging. My team is "Tandem Tensome" and this is the fourth chapter in the series. You can read the previous chapters here : Part-I , Part-II , Part-III )



Team : Tandem Tensome


Aditi Pathak, Oeendree Mukherjee, Raksha Bhat, Nandini Garg, Sajal Kumar Aggarwal, Samba Brata, Rathina Sankari, Swati Mittal, Swathi Shenoy and Sathya Narayanan

Chapter 4 : The Tides And The Chides


One shot down. Two down. Three down. To kill the mounting stillness, he was cheering up with shots of wine and discovering a way out through his pile of books with the solace that he shared with himself. He usually avoided the company of anyone being around him. He was almost addicted to the hustles and bustles of the city life of Delhi.

“My mind rebels at stagnation. I abhor the dull routine of existence. This is not why I chose to be a lawyer.” mumbled Daruwala quite frequently at the halt of the vibrancy into his life.

Cyrus Daruwala has always been a person with style statement that naturally comes to him with a tall stature and a curly hair head that surmounts him with different styles of beard on chin. A stern personality that he always put on himself was a confidence statement.

Tara was ready with a list of hefty assignments on her desk. She hated any kind of delay in her assignments. She was always on her toes for any task assigned by the creative-head. She managed a high-heel esteemed aura in her office.

Jennifer in her tees and shorts out in the verandah lights a cigarette, and throws puffs in the air one after the other as signs of relaxation after successful application for photography assignment at her media-house, for that kept her up all through the night.

Tara was impressed on seeing an applicant with the profile and the portfolio that was right up there in the mail-box that met the standards quite aptly that happened to be flowing in a manner of just few hours.

A puff and a shot of the blaze that she was responsible for emerging into the air, kept going on till quite lately. She managed to capture some decent shots. She decides to put herself inside her sac and head to some sleep, while she was anxious about hearing from the creative-head.

The cell phone buzzes. The call goes unanswered. Miss Jennifer Joseph woke up at her usual office timings, and was startled by the glance of the miss call from the team’s head. She paced up and managed to miss most of morning chores and ran to the office. She knew she made it to the list. But the fear of losing the opportunity kept her high on nerves through the slow moving traffic on the Mumbai streets which brought her even more close to her camera.

There was a queue for interviewing of the position to be allotted for the photography assignments. So was the pulse of working with Tara, in a matter of few hours of the vacancy, there were huge number of candidates waiting for the profile. Jennifer was confident of her profile. She scored well for her application. Her confident attitude towards her assignments made her even more suitable for the profile Tara had been looking for.

Shekhar had been waiting for Roohi to deboard the school bus. All the school buses passed by. Roohi didn’t get down. Shekhar went even more anxious at the sight, but did not lose control. As he called up the school authorities, the school keeper updated about the status of no one being around in the school. Shekhar, a hopeful person that he always had been, calls up Tara, and yet again the calls went unanswered.

Later, Tara startles at the news of her missing daughter and chides over Shekhar for not being a responsible father for her daughter. Shekhar manages to be quiet to handle the situation maturely. They report for their missing child and go on a hunt to locate her.

A beep sound, and a continuous round of bells. Daruwala was asleep and suddenly woke up on the calls from his mother, who had been lately asking him to pay her visits. His mother had to often bribe him with the presents to see him. He decided to go on a vacation taking his mom along this time. This time he had plans and presents to surprise his mother.

He just waited until she stopped talking and then he thought he had to detach his minds at will of a remarkable degree so that he did not notice how much he was hurting inside his head. He was concerned but not consumed.

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