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“There is another city right under our city and it comes up only when you and I are together. Only you and I know about it and only you and I get to experience it. It keeps itself hidden from the rest of the world. And that is where I live.” He said.“And what happens when you’re not with me?” She asked.“I evaporate.” He smiled.
The Reading Experience:
There have been times when I have devoured a book solely because of its exquisite narrative. I have relished it word by word and the sheer joy of the experience is beyond me to express. This is yet another such book. The narrative is cerebral, mysterious, addictive, and poetic – complete with metaphors, similes, rhymes, and rhythms. I remember two novels by international writers that had overwhelmed me, wowed me, blew my mind by their magical narration- ‘The Debt of Tamar’ by Nicole Dweck, and ‘We were Liars’ by E.Lockhart. This particular book ‘White Noise’ by Shruti Upadhaya is comparable to these bestselling gems.
I prefer mature stories, not stereotypical lovelorn tales. The more philosophical & psychological it is, the merrier. And this novel ticked all these check boxes. You can imagine, it was a great read- a wholesome reading experience. If you are addicted to the beauty of words, and the way they weave themselves to sentences worth quoting, this book is for you. Poetry buff? Give it a try, you won’t be disappointed. If you like psychological thrillers, darker stuff, complicated yet well developed and nuanced characters, this is the read of the month for you.
I did not have very high expectations from the book when I started reading it. I read the blurb, knowing that it is an unconventional love story, with an unexpected turn of events. I had read interviews of the author in TOI, and the cover of the book launch. I knew the characters would have a gray shade to them.
It starts off well, with the lady describing her recent attraction- a bearded brooding man; her chance encounters with him; their initial acquaintances, meetings, dates, and discussions. The entire narrative in the first part is from her perspective. How slowly and steadily, little by little every day, she falls a little more in love with him. Be it through their chats regarding their favorite books, movies etc. or be it while exploring the nooks and corners of the city, its numerous restaurants and the different cuisines that they have to offer. She becomes emotionally dependent on him, seeking him passively all the time, and letting him have the upper hand in their relationship. Hell breaks loose when he vanishes one fine day, without informing her or contacting her afterward. Abandoned, her mind is not obeying her anymore, wants to find him.
Unexpectedly we readers are now taken to Part II- ‘His’ perspective of the tale, from the very beginning. What is going on? Who is he? What is his motive? Is he really to blame for abandoning her? Does she have any secret? Whom of the two, we can’t trust? Many questioned passed through my mind at this juncture. Oh, the thrill! I lapped up the pages from here. I prefer to read slow, but from here I just couldn’t wait. The surprises were so beautiful, so creative, so luring, and yet so torturous. Two perspectives blur further here on.
And it was not until the middle of the book, that I did realize, that the two lead characters- the only characters that we have as narrators are nameless. They have not been named by the author. ‘She’ refers him as ‘the brooding bearded one’, while ‘he’ refers her as just ‘She’ or a beautiful broken mess. It’s another aspect of the novel that spooked me to no end. It heightened the eerie atmosphere, that ‘something-is-not-right’ feel. OMG Goosebumps!
Shruti Upadhaya is a full-time author. She has written several poems and short stories and some of them can be found on her blog thestorytellersparadise.wordpress.com. She has written for several publications- The Times of India (Calcutta and Pune), Kolkata Mirror and Exotica (a lifestyle magazine run by The Pioneer group). White Noise is Shruti’s first Novel and she would love to know how you enjoyed the book. You can write to her at firstname.lastname@example.org
Empress Ki is the most elaborate, gripping, and thrilling series I have watched this year. And at 51 episodes, it is the longest Korean drama series I have ever watched. Even though the number seems daunting and too much, it’s worth it all. If you like period dramas, you won’t want to give this one a miss.
It was in 2016 that I first read about Empress Ki, the historical drama that had garnered much praise and accolades from the audience and critics alike. Most Korean dramas are just 16 or 20 episodes long. So 51 seemed never-ending to me then. It wasn’t until 2017 that I decided to at least try the first episode. And I was hooked. But owing to the various circumstances I didn’t continue watching it. It was just last month that I remembered this epic story and watched it to completion within just a few days. Believe it or not, midway through it, I was almost literally pulling my hair out, in anticipation of what would happen next.
I would have given this magnum opus 10/10 had it stopp…
I have always been the one to leave first. Be it luck or circumstance, it has always been this way. Some of the times it has been my decision to venture out of my comfort zone first before all my peers decide to do the same and I am left behind, alone in the old world. The decisions are out of fear of being left alone, most of the times. Or is it self-preservation instead?
I am a person who takes time to adapt, make new friends, get accustomed to new surroundings- an unlikely one to leave first- yet I do. You might think me selfish, but I am just afraid, and I decide to take care of myself first. Some might see this as a major risk-taking attitude, but I mostly see it as fleeing before the 'desertion' hits me instead. Now that's a strong word indeed. I am always in search of safe ground, always so insecure and calculating my moves lest I end up being alone on the island.
Paranoiac. Several things bother me at once. What if my peers get on with their lives leaving me behi…
"When the ego dies, the soul awakes." - Mahatma Gandhi
Why do you have such a huge ego? You cannot wear your family's name on your sleeve as an identity forever. The world wouldn't see you through the eyes of your parents who have pampered you so much for the better part of your life. Here in the real world, you will get what you give. Respect begets respect. Selfishness begets selfishness. Hate begets hate. And your 'i don't care', 'i don't give a damn', 'i am paying money for that', 'i will do as I please' attitude will give you the same.
Respect is earned. Agreed. But you should give it first to earn it back. The other person should and must be respected by default despite his class, caste, job and family background, until and unless he proves unworthy of it with time. I stand strongly by this belief.
There can be no excuse for disregard. The way you speak to me about people tells me the way you might be speaking about me t…
One Friday evening, as I was feeling a bit lonely and homesick with nothing much to do, not even strolling on the terrace viewing the ever so beautiful mountains since it was raining hard- thus it also contributing to my gloomy mood, I decided to watch Before Sunrise. Yes, once again. A first for me. I rarely re-watch a movie. Yearning for a light-hearted yet meaningful conversation this was the best choice I had. My hostel mates were out in the city and all the people I called up were busy. Luck by chance. Thanks to the superb uninterrupted internet connection I had a great 1 hour 40 minutes that evening.
"Experiencing the otherworldly. When morning comes, we would all turn into pumpkins."
Even though it sounds like a cliche today, unplanned trips, adventures in life, serendipity and providence are romantic. Before Sunrise has all of these, when strangers indulge in light conversations, grow intrigued about each other's lives, and spend time in each other's company …
It is human nature to dwell in the past, worry about the future
and forget all about the present. I still miss the days spent in Hyderabad. I
miss the study schedules, eating out, street shopping, and the city tours. I
miss the roads, the townships and the metros. But I clearly remember that I
just wanted the days to pass quickly so that I could return home, while I was
there. And today I miss the view from the terrace of the ladies hostel we
stayed in, the floral decorations with chalk, colors and flowers, the flower
market, the abundance of curd during lunch hours, the constant ‘amma’ recitals
by our wardens and so much more.
One of the highlights of the hostel life in Hyderabad at Sri
Kamali was queuing up for tea, puri and dosa during breakfast time, and then
hurrying to secure a chair the very next moment. And conversations and
complaints flowed unhindered during these hours in many languages at once- the
most prominent ones being Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam, Marathi and English.…
July has been a special month for me. Not just because it is my birthday month, but because many new beginnings, many fresh starts, and many turning points of my life have happened in July. It's mid of the year when I have looked back at what the year was like for the first six months and have anticipated and dreamt about the coming six months. Goals and resolutions are reviewed in July.
These initial days of college are all about fun, making interactions, creating friendships and increasing your network. It's less on course works and assignments. So we are trying to take full advantage of it. I have made a few friends at the hostel too, most of them are my juniors, with a huge age gap. But the good news is none of us can feel this gap. We visited the Forest Research Institute this weekend. It was a good trip. I stopped at almost every tree to take a snap and posed at every corner of the museum clicking selfies. Too much beauty in a single place. Beauty overloaded. The view of t…
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship
I always find myself dwelling in the past. Always. May be
because the past is safe- it’s already set in stone never to be changed-
there’s no unpredictability attached to it. I miss the city I left behind. Day
in and day out. It’s never out of my thoughts. And in such a mood, I picked up
a novel called ‘The Nine-Chambered
Heart’ and journeyed with the central character to the city with the river,
the city without a river, the town in the east of the country, the mountain and
the sea beach. It’s in this book that I
learnt the belief about ‘A thousand paper cranes’ in Origami.
Origami is the Japanese
art of paper folding. It is a traditional art form about 1000 years old. It
is a creative folk art that has spread worldwide for its simplicity. It needs
no cutting, gluing …