Often a reader attracts towards a book because of its captivating
title and a decent cover page. But, today's readers also counts the descriptive
page of the book. If the story sounds fascinating, it barely happens that the
book doesn't find its space on the shelf. With Harper Collins, in association with Indiblogger, distributing books
for the review, I had joined the bandwagon and was eager to read the 'tale of
love and happiness' as mentioned at the back of this book.
But, to my utter disappointment, the Pittho's World didn't
serve its audience with a delightful work. This piece of narration by a renowned
journalist of Pakistan- Murtaza Razvi- is an unconvincing collections of tales
from the family of the protagonist. I found myself similar to his girlfriend
who didn't seem much interested to the plots. In fact, it makes one believe
that the author knew the response of its readers. It felt like the book has
been written in rush and the author didn't pay heed to the plotting and the
execution of the stories. The tone of the book is not engaging and it doesn't
let you continue with the book.
The chronicles are not imaginative and exciting, and
moreover they are just mere conversations that didn't help to craft an
enchanting story. A full chapter is
devoted to the history of Karachi which seems unfit. Also, the title of the
book is very misleading. I flipped many pages to get to the character of
Pittho, and finally when I arrived to it; it didn't persuade me enough that why
this character should be entitled with this honour. I didn't find anything commendable
to recommend except the cover page. So, the whole credit for making this book
look interesting goes to the cover designer, and the rest is disheartening.
English is a funny language! So, Manish Gupta, the
banker-turned-author, thought to make people learn & retain English
vocabulary in a quirky way and not by rote.
When I came to know that the author
is willing to give his book, through a dear friend Manjulika Pramod; I had left
a mail immediately in the inbox of the writer, and within two days the book was
on my hand.
fiction has been told through anecdotes of his own life experiences where he
has been in this journey to get the nuances
of English since childhood days. Yes! You got it right. He is continuing his drive
to bring out another book for the abecedarian
(or even the proficient one) to get
the best of the international language.
Any language is a vast place to learn, and it’s not feasible to retain every word. Here,
this book comes to your rescue to get meanings, synonyms, contronyms, pronunciation,
and origin of words through the methodology of etymology, mnemonic, and references to the websites and books which
helped him achieve this command. He amazes you with the painstaking research of
words he went through, and inspires you to do the same.
I loved his poetic endeavors to
make us retain the words in a beautiful way.
One of them is here: A
placid fellow with a complacent look
tried hard to placate the implacable cook.
The only thing which stings me is the railroad joke (page
no. 108) he shared with his readers. It seems like an item song in a film like
Madras Café. I wish it would have been omitted.
When I got this book with a gratitude note by the author, it
made me little apprehensive about the book. There it was written “Thanks very much” which
is grammatically wrong. You may write ‘thanks’ or ‘thank you very much’ either
of them, but the marriage isn’t on the cards. So, I decided to give full
attention to every single word elaborated as a footnote by the author. Often, a
slight misconstruction in a meaning brings
out a different picture to the world. But,
later I didn’t find any other fault except one! The word ‘trivia’. Trivia means: things with little
importance; small things/information having no significance. It’s meaning isn’t
confined to just ‘small things’. In my opinion, minute details should be given
heed while writing a self-help book, and shouldn’t be considered trivia which might
otherwise bring disrepute.
But, that doesn’t undermine his book, because there is much
more to learn. You are going to learn words without vowels like: cwm, lynx, cyst, etc., and
words with maximum letters like: hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia.
To get the meanings of all bold letters
you shall have to buy this book.
My suggestion shouldn’t
be taken as insinuation. I don’t
claim to be the master of the language. I’m still learning; so if anyone of you wants
to leave any feedback, I warmly welcome you.
& then announce, I am a gentle student! Got nostalgic? Remember, how your friends used to fart & you have to bear that smell. ;) But now, you have an option. Try Ambi Pur. It keeps all yucky smells at bay. :)
ओ यशोदा के नन्दलाल, अरे ओ गिरधर गोपाल। माना तेरी महिमा है न्यारी, जिसपे जाऊँ वारी, मैं हर बारी।। तेरी बाँसुरी खींचे मुझे तेरी ओर, मेरा खुद पे नहीं तनिक भी जोर।। पर मेरा भी स्वरुप सौन्दर्यमान है, क्यूँ तुझको खुद पे इतना अभिमान है? तू सताए हर पल मुझे, मैंने चाहा आज और कल भी तुझे।। न छोड़ी मैंने तेरी आस, नाम है तेरे मेरी हर साँस।। जग जाने तू राधा का है कन्हैया, नहीं है तू किसी और का सईंया।। बोले जग तू है राधा का गोपाल, अरे ओ यशोदा के नन्दलाल।। जय कन्हैया लाल की, गिरधर गोपाल की। जन्माष्टमी की हार्दिक बधाईयाँ।।
After 66 years of independence, the terminology of ‘being
independent’ varies from person-to-person. But, still there is an immense
population which is deprived of freedom and its achievement is a far-off dream
A collective noun of this vast population is referred to as-
A girl shot dead, another raped. One is burnt alive and
another has been attacked with acid. All it happens in the Independent India!
Personally, I didn’t
expect reading any such news for the day (Independence Day). Might be, this
expectation came with a hope- underbelly. Now, this hope seems to be fading
with each & every day. Each day becomes a nightmare for the ones who have
suffered the trauma. And, it’s not deniable that somewhere we (society) are a
part of it. This society belongs to ‘men & women’.
Often, we play an accomplice in this inhuman/anti-women tragic
by being deaf & dumb for it didn’t happen to us or for the fear of its after-consequences
Success is relative. We can’t win this war until each one of
us contribute equally and make it sure that the victim gets all support and the
criminal brings to justice.
Amidst this half population of India, if any girl is free
from traditions, customs, and other boundaries of society, who is free to fly
open her wings in every aspect of life is privileged & blessed. They are