Sunday, September 21, 2014

Thoughts on 'God is a Gamer' by Ravi Subramanian

Ravi Subramanian's book 'God is a Gamer' is a cyber crime thriller whose pages flits between the cities of Washington DC, New york, Mumbai at a breakneck pace (with pit stops at Wikipedia to fill the reader with requisite gyaan on Bitcoins and the Dark Web), enough in it to read over a bus journey but unfortunately, less than enough to ponder about later.

It opens with the assassination of a US Senator who was heading a secret committee set up to investigate the workings of alternate currencies, lands at the shores of Mumbai by a financial heist, the rest is mostly spent on proving the link between the assassination, the heist and of course, the virtual game (modelled on Farmville) that is alluded to in the title.

The author's expertise in peeling away layers of the story at breathtaking speed shines through, with each peeled layer revealing the direct and unsavoury links between the primary actors. Be it a bong hitting American teen or the head of the Retail Banking division at an International Bank in India, everyone is somehow related to each other; while the some of the links are quite predictable, the unpredictable ones come across a bit forced or at worst, unnecessary.

The level of detail is quite sparse and taut, everything appearing on the page is either the stepping stone to a reveal or is the reveal itself. There are sleight of hands and smokescreens galore but the author plays them in a deft manner. Characters are coloured a shade too grey - the good are either conveniently bumped off or are revealed to be bad in due course. Some of the cynicism is at Madhur Bhandarkar level but thankfully, the author keeps away from moralising.

There are some cheeky touches about the pressures of a coalition Government, taking orders from a higher command and so forth but Ravi Subramanian keeps humour to the bare minimum, lest it take the focus away from the plot and the narrative.

Overall, the book is a sophisticated and at times, convoluted read on how best to serve a very cold dish, the only caveat being that the dish is liable to be forgotten about as soon as the last page is read.

More details about the book and author below:

About the book:

http://www.authorravis.com/#!GOD-IS-A-GAMER/cvmf

Author's Page: http://www.authorravis.com
FB page: https://facebook.com/Authorravisubramanian
Twitter page: https://twitter.com/subramanianravi

(Disclaimer: reviewed as a part of the Flipkart Book Bloggers Initiative).

Friday, September 12, 2014

Thoughts on Smiley

It is hard not to be swayed a little by the characterisation of George Smiley. Maybe it is how he, almost single handedly, he rebuilds the fallen ramparts of the Circus. His vulnerability too draws one to him. More than that, there is something I still can't lay my finger on : maybe it is because I saw Gary Oldman play him on screen, or something to do with his innate English politeness maybe? I don't know. And the way he figures his way out of a problem, circling around it, almost teasing the solution out of it is a joy to behold.

Maybe it is the way he is portrayed as this guy with almost a monkish devotion to his work that appeals so much to me? And the way it is so easy for a reader to rely on him, reminding one of the time Indian fans use to heave a sigh of relief whenever Dravid used to take to the crease; maybe reassuring is the way I am really looking for. And in a world like Circus where each square foot has to be tread with caution, where even the naively hopeful would have enough cause to become a hard cynic, where the mind's state usually hovers anywhere between paranoia and full blown insanity, only such a reassuring presence could have breathed life back into it.‎

Saturday, April 26, 2014

False Windows

Dormant flames,tinder
woods; ash, unburnt twigs survive.
Soul traces too.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Perch

Entry for 27th Nov's 3WW

Sparrows, curious
over cluttered urban rests,
inevitably wary.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Circle

Entry for 17th Nov 3WW Entry

Aggression:
Exhaust words,
heighten distortion,

light limits.

Heighten:
Light up words,
exhaust distortion,
aggression
limited.

Limited:
Lights exhausted,
words distorted,
heightened aggression.

Friday, October 18, 2013

God's Hanger

3WW post for the 16th of October
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Three rings. The sum total of his possessions. Plus a rupee. He has half a mind to bury the rings somewhere before going away. The utter lack of any feeling forbids him from giving them to a fellow being. He wears them instead.
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Three rings. He pulls away. He waits. He lets the next call trip over to voice mail, letting it take his last rupee down with it. He hears the request to place a message. He clicks.
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He is not daunted by it anymore.
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He chances upon an unopened packet of food while scouring the refuse bin. There is my last meal, he says to himself.

He picks it up and moves over to the other side of the road. He lays it open on the footpath. Your food always deserves a clean pair of hands, he remembers. Ever fastidious.

 He walks on to wash his hands at the fount at the far end of the street.
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He bemoans his misfortune as he stares at the empty packet. He wipes his wet hand over his shirt. He spots a dog skipping across the road with his poisoned meal between its teeth. He is incredulous and stunned to find his death snatched from him in such a manner. His loathing for the fellow being intensifies.
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In between the two row of fine teeth that this dog has been blessed with, it holds a sumptuous piece of meat, a treat for the lone underfed stray on an empty street. Too hungry to wait, it drops its meal and proceeds to eat.
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It was an accident goddamit! You find an empty street, you count it as a blessing and you drive fast - that's the rule in a city. I swerved to not hit the dog and I ended up hitting a homeless. Least he could have done was to move away. He had no business standing still there!
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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Clearing

[Entry for this week's 3WW]


Such bright light,
clouding shut eyes, yet
darkness within hampers one's seeing.

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What I seek are little windows,
Apertures I can slip through.
To sneak in and sneak out
Of past and future,
Pulverize reason,loop ahead
and behind,taunt nature, 
Tear and rewrite its 
Chronological nomenclature.

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