m a n u s c r y p t s

I’ve always felt that the biggest threat to the Mallu plans of world domination would come from the Bongs. Though they have been less organised in their approach, recent activities would indicate that all that is changing. Take, for example, Koramangala. There are no less than half a dozen restaurants on record now that serve Bengali cuisine. Not to mention, ‘Heritage of Bengal’ that has replaced the heritage Mallu joint Ravi’s Kitchen in Koramangala. The threat is on other fronts too. I was not really a big fan of mustard oil, until I realised that our Oriya cook  had slowly corrupted our (D’s and mine) taste buds over the period of two months he’s been with us!!

And that’s how I thought it was about time that we undertook a third reconnaissance mission. (after Kolkata and The Esplanade). Bhojohori Manna is on the same road as Anupam’s Coast II Coast, Imperial etc. The map is here, Bhojohori Manna is a couple of buildings from Anupam’s. Parking for 2 wheelers is easy, and since there are many side lanes around, larger machines should be able to manage too.

BM is spread across two floors. Well, spread is perhaps the wrong word, but they have used the space well to create a cosy, pleasant ambiance. The decor would be just like any other fine dining place, but the music, lamp shades and the cushions with Kantha work (oh don’t worry, guys, I am on your side, I had no clue what this was until D pointed it out. Still haven’t deciphered it either) gives the place the character its name demands.

We didn’t start out really well. We went to the 2nd level for the view to the road outside, but weren’t allowed to sit at any table with that view, because they were all 4-seaters. So we went back down and thankfully got a good seat, which offered  a view, without the erm, high ground. This was at about 7.30 and by 8, there was quite a crowd. Thankfully, the person who took our order turned out to be a pleasant guy who  made things better with all the help he gave us in choosing the dishes. The menu is not as exhaustive as the one provided on their site, but still managed to give us enough options.

We started with a Pora Bhetki, which is fried fillets of the Bhetki fish (red snapper?). Though it was tasty, with a good masala coating, and a chutney that complemented it well, Rs.180 was quite too much, especially considering the prices of the rest of the menu items. Would advise you to try out something else from the many options available. It didn’t help that they brought all the main course items before we completed it.

So, for the main course, we started with Luchi and Chicken Dakbangla. (liked the Ramsay Brothers style name of the latter)  The luchis were quite good, and not very greasy. The Chicken Dakbangla was excellent, though the pieces were more bone than flesh. The question remains unanswered too, as there’s an egg in the dish. Recommended, in spite of the bones. Since 2 luchis each weren’t really enough, we also had a Koraishutir (peas) Kochuri. Turned out to be a good choice, and thanks to the staff for pointing out that our original choice Bakarkhani Roti wouldn’t go well with the chicken dish. Bheesh it was next. So we had Pabda Shorshe with steamed rice. Thanks to our ‘tampered’ taste buds, we enjoyed the mustard based fish curry. Somewhere in between, D also tried out an Ampora Shorbot which was reasonably good.

The portions are just sufficient for two people, and when you’re not really hungry. The good part is that it allows you to try out various things, and still leave space enough for dessert!! Except for roshogulla and sandesh, the usual suspects including the mishti doi were not available. The guy who helped us out insisted on us trying out an ice cream. Since I wanted to hedge it, we asked for one of those ice creams and a roshogolla. The roshogolla was just okay, but the ice cream was absolutely fantastic. So I ended up ordering one more of that all for myself. Later research established that it was a ‘Natun Gurer ice cream’ (made of date palm jaggery). Gurest, sorry, best dessert I’ve had in a while, though the consistency is more ‘mishti doi towards mousse’ than ice cream.

All of the above cost us just over Rs.600, which I thought was good bong for the buck. (though I really don’t know enough to comment on authenticity).

Bhojohori Manna, 668/B, 6th Block, Koramangala Club Road, Ph: 080 25503666

PS: Erm, meanwhile, any Bong reader here who can forget petty world domination plans and share the ice cream recipe?

Ankush Saikia

The name of the book, inspired by the Queensryche song, would suggest a female protagonist. In a sense there is one, but the narrator is a young student from Shillong, who arrives in Delhi in the second half of the 90s. While the story revolves around the eternal theme of love and longing, the uniqueness that’s brought in through the ethnicity of the narrator and the inherent simplicity in which the tale is told, makes it an interesting read.

Delhi almost seems like a character in the book, and the influence of Shillong on the life and attitudes of the narrator and his friends is also evident. The timeframe the story is set in, allows the dot com boom and bust, and the beginning of the BPO era to serve as backdrops. The subtle way in which the author points out the diversity among people in the North East, and their perspective on the way the rest of the nation deals with them, is also praiseworthy.

While the story primarily deals with the narrator’s relationship with Naina – a girl with a mysterious past, it also portrays two diverse personalities. The narrator is a small town boy, trying to make sense of life in a large city, and amidst the parties and the night drives, is grappling with the larger questions of his life ahead, still anchored to his hometown and the way of life there. The girl he is strangely attracted to – Naina, who refuses to divulge details of her past, wants to cut away from it, and moves ahead with a speed that leaves people close to her perplexed and lost.

Like I mentioned, the book has a simplicity that appeals immensely, the joys and apprehensions of the narrator is something that is easy to relate to. Laced with occasional humour and Floyd lyrics, this book is worth a read.

The second edition of Penguin’s annual anthology, this one has poetry in addition to fiction and non-fiction.
There are 11 works of non fiction, though some of them, I thought, would have made more sense in the fiction set!! My favourite would have to be Arunava Sinha’s “Apna Desh, Apna Blog”, the evolution of a blog and the blogger, more so because I could easily identify with it. His wit is evident not just from the piece, but also in the ‘Notes on contributors’. Dilip D’Souza’s “Night in the city”, ‘an ordinary Bombay story’ is also a good read, that reflects not just contemporary society, but also its sense of law and justice.

“Roy’s quest”, by Samrat Choudhury is a cute read about a schoolboy’s crush. “Family”, by Salman Haidar and “Delhi’s last conquerors”, by Ranjana Sengupta give us great glimpses of history.

A dozen works of fiction, and picking a favourite in this section is more difficult. So we’ll go in the order of appearance. “Karim”, by Anushka Ravishankar is an excellent take on organised religion, and its effects on daily lives, as seen from a child’s perspective. “An Indian Porn director’s speech to his hesitant leading lady”, by Altaf Tyrewala is bizarrely hilarious. “Luck” by Dhruba Hazarika is also an interesting read about a pigeon called Luck and the changes it brings about in its owner’s life. “Stupid”, by Sonia Faleiro is another good read with a neat pragmatic/cynical/sad ending.

If I had to choose a favourite, it would be C.Sriram’s “A matter of faith”, which deals with the mystery of existence, and how we adapt it in accordance with our own needs. “Mrs. Anand”, by Manreet Sodhi Someshwar is a touching piece that captures the different roles that a woman plays in a family and society, the losses she quietly accepts, and the brief moments of understanding from another person that allows her to give in to her grief and shed a few tears. The last work of fiction is from Kanishk Tharoor (yep, not a very common surname ), its interesting in a unique way.

You’ll have to look elsewhere for the poetry review, because that’s something I’ve never been able to relate to.

Sudeep Chakravarti

Set in the 1970s in a boarding school in Rajasthan, ‘Tin Fish’ is the story of four friends and their ‘wonder years’. ‘Tin Fish’, named after the canned fish that was a regular in the narrator’s tuck box, and which brought with the comfort and familiarity of home and family.
Narrated by Brandy, short for Barun Ray, this is the story of his days at Mayo, spent with his best friends – Fish, Porridge and PT Shoe, each of whom bring to Mayo, their own baggage, even before they can understand the word.
The book seems (at least) partially autobiographical as the author is able to easily get into the mind of a child and then his transition into teenage – the whirlwind of emotions, the discoveries, the first crush, the pain of loss and most importantly the understanding that nothing lasts forever.
Each character is well etched, with its own own idiosyncrasies, and relationship with other characters. From the obsession with ‘gora chicks’ and Zeenie Baby to Mick Jagger and the plans to form the ‘Get Lost on the Ganga and All That’ band, the book is about coming to terms – not just with a world outside the confines of the fishbowl that is the ‘Mayo world’ – the outside world with Emergency, a urine drinking prime minister etc but also their own world – one which shows them that joy, sadness, love, hatred, despair, anger, pity etc all go hand in hand. Witty, wistful and poignant, its a book about the loss of innocence.
And then there’s the slang, that would go something like “its a cool breeze book, read it ya”.

Dean Koontz

That Dean Koontz is an amazing writer of supernatural stories is a known fact. What makes this book special is the mix of several themes that work in superb harmony – a psychotic killer, quantum physics and faith. I’ve always wondered about parallel universes and in this book, the author has tried to put a structure to it through the theories of Thomas Vanadium and the abilities of Bartholomew, Angel and Mary.
Koontz uses Enoch Cain’s obsessed journey to find Bartholomew as a background to highlight the connection between human beings’ lives, a sort of ‘Butterfly effect’ among people’s destinies. Each character is built perfectly with specific roles to play in this journey, and they all fall into place magnificently, like a jigsaw puzzle.
There is an underlying theme of hope that runs through this book, and Koontz does a great job of balancing it with the pure evil that is Enoch Cain.
The pace never slackens, and while I like all the author’s works (that I have read so far), this one just went beyond the regular gripping thriller category.

This is an anthology of 26 works, edited by Shinie Antony, who also contributes a few as author, interviewer and chronicler. The title, IMHO, is a bit misleading since the works themselves, while touching upon various aspects of life in the state or offering perspectives on its history, culture or working as travelogues, do not attempt to bring out the contrary nature, in whatever form that’s meant. Different individuals’ point of view, does that make a collection ‘contrary’? I’m not so sure. To be fair, a couple of works do attempt to show the contrary nature of the state and its residents, but that’s in isolation, and anyway are not enough in number to justify the title.
Having said that, there are quite a few which I immensely liked. Will mention those (in the order in which they appear in the book)
Odd Morning by Susan Visvanathan. I’ve always been a fan of her work after I read ‘Something Barely Remembered’. There’s something that’s wistful and haunting about the way she writes, and this piece follows that style.
William Dalrymple’s “The Strange Sisters of Mannarkad” is quite enlightening, and has a fascinating theme of religion and legend.
Anita Nair’s “Orhan Pamuk, Nair and I” is a wonderful short story that explores the psyche of Kerala’s writers and critics.
“The Argumentative Malayali” by D.Vijayamohan perhaps best justifies the book’s title, as it captures Kerala’s unique stance on global and national issues. As a malayali, I’d say that his observation and insights are spot on. Anti-communist? Probably, but I can’t blame him. For me, its one of the best works in the book.
S S Lal’s “A medicine that cannot be prescribed” is the kind of short story I love. The perfect mix of food for thought and a mild twist in the tale, that makes a perfect ending.
“Sitrep Seventies” by Hormis Tharakan is perhaps the strongest contender for the best work in the book. While I was mildly puzzled by the way the piece started, the way it swept across centuries and the lifestream nature of the work grew on me, and its amazing insights on law and human nature just raised it to a whole new level.
Shreekumar Varma’s “Fort Lines” is a story anyone who has lived in the state, or visited on a ‘wrong day’ can absolutely identify with. I wish the kind of cosmic justice that appeared in the work happened in real life too!!
“No Sex Please, We have cable” by Suresh Menon ended up as my favourite work. The humour is amazing, and I could easily identify the way a place changes or remains the same depending on what you’re looking for.
Nimz Dean, all of 13 years old is the youngest contributor at “The Gift”, and the 2 page work definitely shows promise.
Shashi Tharoor uses all of his skills to make a passionate case for Kerala and investments in the state in “Building Brand Kerala”. A well written piece but having lived there most of my life, and having worked there for some and having seen enough hartals in the recent past , I am not convinced.
“Happy” by Omana (as told to Shinie Antony) is amazing food for thought material, and is a fine ending to the book.

So that’s about 11 out of 26, which are really good works, and a few others could work for you depending on your interests.

Martin Cruz-Smith

Gorky Park is the first of the Arkady Renko series – 2 others set in the Soviet era, and three after the fall of the Soviet Union.
The book is as much a story about people and places as it is a crime thriller. The book starts with 3 bodies found in Gorky Park, in Moscow, with their faces and fingertips cut off. The investigation is led by Arkady Renko, who, after initial attempts to pass the case on to the KGB, sets out in dogged pursuit of the killer.
Renko, the son of a famous general, battles his own demons as he plods through a bureaucracy that is rife with politics and corruption. Through the characters, the author manages to bring to life the character of Russia itself, from Moscow to Leningrad to Siberia.
In a milieu where even a slight tone of dissent causes a person to be labeled as mentally disturbed, and procedures to be carried out on him to cement the case, Renko’s tenacity and his stubbornness to not let go of the case until the killer is brought to justice, ensures that he makes powerful enemies, who try everything to take him out.
And while the mystery gets solved, we also find the human yearning for freedom and the paradox of wanting to be in a place where one belongs.

Amit Varma

‘My friend Sancho’ is the debut novel of Amit Varma, made famous by the blog ‘India Uncut’, which incidentally, is given quite a few plugs in the book. A blogger’s work – that explains why i picked it up.
The book revolves around Abir, a journalist on the crime beat, who happens to be around during a police shootout, when he was only expecting to cover a routine arrest. It gets more complicated when he is asked to do a story on the victim, which leads to his friendship with Muneeza (Sancho), the victim’s daughter, who is sure that her father was innocent, and is unaware that Abir was present at the scene.
Whether the book delivers or not depends on what you expect out of it. If you are looking for profundity that would make you contemplate the vagaries of the universe, you’d be better off looking elsewhere. But if you’re just looking for a light read, and a protagonist whom you’d find easy to relate to (net surfing, wise cracking guy who is still not sure what to do with his life) then you wouldn’t mind this book.
I did expect the humour quotient to be higher than delivered, but it’s still not bad. The lizard, though it only has a ’special appearance’ is entertaining. I also quite liked the way the story ended.

Abhijit Bhaduri

“Mediocre but Arrogant” seems to have preceded this, but its a read in itself. As the author says, this is not a sequel. I’m not sure whether Five Point Someone came before this, but its difficult to miss the similarity in the context and the writing style – racy, with a bit of ‘philosophy’ thrown in. It had been quite a while since I finished a book in one go – and this one almost succeeded, so, to me, there is no question on entertainment value.
The premise of an MBA in his first job, and the ups and downs he faces, the things he has to learn – not just about his career but also about life in general, from people and his own experiences, as he moves ahead in different stages of life, is something I could identify with, at least in patches.
A reasonably good snacky read with no pretensions.

Penguin – Compilation

I’m a few years late in reading this, so it’s no longer ‘new’ writing. But that doesn’t take away much from a decent collection of fiction and non-fiction. A book which can be read from both ends (Fiction and Non fiction start from opposite ends) and consists of 17 works of fiction (including a trippy graphic one) and 13 works of non fiction. I liked the former, and not just because of my reading preferences.
A few of the non fiction works are particularly relevant now – Nirupama Subramanian’s piece on the LTTE supremo Prabhakaran, and Saba Naqvi Bhaumik’s, Edna Fernandes’ and Smita Gupta’s works on the nature of contemporary Indian politics. Also worth mentioning is ‘Boarding School’ by Andre Beteille.
My favourite fiction work would easily be ‘Kopjes at Serengeti’ by Arun John, and his awesome description in the ‘Notes on Contributors’. Indrajit Hazra’s Post-mortem is an interesting tale, so are the stories by Rana Dasgupta and Mita Ghose.
I do believe that an anthology with more ‘breadth” (kinds of themes and writings) is possible, perhaps Penguin is doing it in the following volumes. (this is an annual project)