No. Of Pages: 184 Pages
My Rating: 4/5
Life And Times Of Michael K is a novel by South African writer J.M. Coetzee. The book was extolled in 1983 when it bagged the title of the prestigious Man Booker Prize. Another Jewel was brought to the book when Coetzee was awarded The Nobel Prize in Literature in 2003.
As the novel opens we learn about the protagonist’s (Michael k) deformity of a hare lip. His mother doesn’t allow him to play with the other boys of the society because of his aberrancy. Thus, we learn about his solitude life since childhood. In order to support his mother financially, he starts working as a Gardener. A war riot breaks out in the city and Michael decides to quit his job in order to fulfill his mother’s wish of taking her to her birth place: Prince Albert. On the way of their hard and tough journey, she dies in a hospital at Stellenbosch. She ironically dies without seeing her birthplace. Rest of the novel is all about the descriptions of the remaining journey of Michael without his mother and about all the endeavors he uses to gain supremacy over his calamitous fortune.
This is a novel which will compel you to ruminate hard about the price of human life on earth. I enjoyed reading the same as the theme on which the novel was written was entirely new for me and I always extol innovation in my reading life. I recommend it as the story will hammer you heart and will let you conceptualize the darkside of life. I rate it 4/5.
Here is the original review from the book. Hope it helps.
“In a South Africa torn by civil war, Michael K sets out to take his mother back to her rural home. On the way there she dies, leaving him alone in an anarchic world of brutal roving armies. Imprisoned, Michael is unable to bear confinement and escapes, determined to live with dignity. Life and Times of Michael K goes to the center of human experience – the need for an interior, spiritual life, for some connections to the world in which we live, and for purity of vision.”
Author: Aravind Adiga
No. Of Pages: 419 Pages
My Rating: 3.5/5
Last Man In Tower is the second book (his first book, The White Tiger won Booker Prize in 2008) by Indian author Aravind Adiga. Vishram society consisting of two edifices; “Tower A” and “Tower B”. Tower A is narrated as an old dilapidated tower while Tower B is said occupied by professional people. The whole story circumnavigates around the protagonist, Yogesh Murthy, a retired school teacher who is commonly known as “Masterji” among the members of Tower B and Dharmen Shah, a builder. Masterji, who is described as an atheist and widower passes his days by bestowing free tuition to the children of the Vishram society.
The peace and lives of the residents of the society are tested when Dharmen Shah, a powerful and dangerous builder approaches them with his dream project. He offer to buy and vandalize a tower that will make every resident of the society rich but if all together agrees to the offer. The inception of the problem arises when some of the dwellers rejects the offer as many have lived there for a lifetime. But since the amount offered by the “Confidence Construction Group” owned by Dharmen Shah was zenith high and enough for a person to dissolve his memories for the sake of 1.5 crore, everyone agrees to the proposal of Mr. Shah except one man, the last man in tower; Masterji. All his friends in the society try to convince him but he shows his firmness which they fell can become dangerous and can even annihilate their future. As the day of acceptance shows proximity in the calender, Masterji increases his visit to his lawyer and even write letters to his ex- student, Noronha who works as a writer in The Times Of India but all his efforts prove futile and he achieves nothing but only squander his time, money& energy. So, here it is where I’ll leave and if you want to discover more about the story then you have to start leafing through the pages of The Last Man In Tower.
I enjoyed reading this book as it is written well and describes how man changes his mind when money comes in the scenario. How materialistic things gain more supremacy when money starts generating illusions. How relationships are ruined when money starts playing its pejorative role. This book is all bout Mumbai, Real State, Money and the darker side of mankind. I hope the review was fine but still, below I am posting the original recapitulation which the original paper back book has got. Here it is:
“Twenty-first-century Mumbai is a city of new money and soaring real estate, and property kingpin Dharmen Shah has grand plans for its future. His offer to buy and tear down a weathered tower block, making way for luxury apartments, will make each of its residents rich if all agree to sell. But not everyone wants to leave; many of the residents have lived there for a lifetime, many of them are no longer young. As tensions rise among the once civil neighbours, one by one those who oppose the offer give way to the majority, until only one man stands in Shahs way: Masterji, a retired schoolteacher, once the most respected man in the building. Shah is a dangerous man to refuse, but as the demolition deadline looms, Masterji’s neighbours friends who have become enemies, acquaintances turned conspirators may stop at nothing to score their payday…”
My comprehending tendency capitulated when I witnessed the celebrating stance of Indian clientele after Mohammed Ajmal Amir Kasab was pendulously annihilated on 21 November, 2012. Ajmal Kasab (25) was the lone hypercritic who was apprehend alive by Indian police in 2008 for Mumbai assault in India. His only atrocious malfeasance, according to me was; he committed that illegality unconsciously. Yes, indeed unconsciously. He was castigated by the entire humanity which stupefied me but I really felt for him. As every minuscule tiny little flesh, he too was reproduced angelic but ironically among Lucifers, which mutilated him. He was brainwashed and trained to slaughter in the name of God. He died the same day when Lashkar-e Taiba Islamist group came as dark clouds in his life. Unaware of all the ramifications, he became the victim of their wretched and abominable teachings. No one taught him the indispensable Religion ie. Humanity. And thus, he committed illegality unconsciously and NOT deliberately. The indubitable time to rejoice will be when people will cease killing in the name of God Or Religion Or Jihad. Coming 21st will mark his 2nd death anniversary, have we allowed metamorphosis of our psyche or tendency ?
Author: R.K. NARAYAN
No. Of Pages: 246
My Rating: 4/5
The efforts in the field of Indian English Literature by R.K. Narayan are always extolled by the humanity. Before reading Malgudi Days, I was well perceptive about its acclaimed conspicuousness and influential narrations. I remember, well, in no particular order, many people around me use to talk about the same book,including my mother. So, this book was always in my psyche that one day I’ll surely encounter with. I was glad when I started leafing it. Malgudi days is all about assortment of short stories of different types. You will find every story unique and entertaining. There were in total 32 short stories. “The Axe”, “The Missing Mail” and “Ishwaran” were the three stories I loved the most.
In crux, Malgudi days (246 Pages) is the most iconic work by R.K. Narayan. Some stories will give you a glimpse of post India Independence. I recommend it and rate it 4/5. As it is not possible to give the recapitulations of all short stories, I would like to at least empower you and my blog with the titles of each short stories.
FROM ASTROLOGER’S DAY
1. An Astrologer’s Day
2. The Missing Mail
3. The Doctor’s Word
4. Gateman’s Gift
5. The Blind Dog
6. Fellow Felling
7. The Tiger’s Claw
9. Such Perfection
10. Father’s Help
11. The Snake Song
12. Engine Trouble
13. Forty Five A Month
14. Out Of Business
16. The Axe
FROM LAWLEY ROAD
17. Lawley Road
18. Trail Of The Green Blazer
19. The Martyr’s Corner
20. Wife’s Holiday
21. A Shadow
22. A Willing Slave
23. Leela’s Friend
24. Mother And Son
27. Second Opinion
28. Cat Within
29. The Edge
30. God And The Cobbler
31. Hungry Child
Author: R.K. Narayan
ISBN No. : 9780143330981
No. Of Pages: 264 Pages
My Rating: 4.5/5
Malgudi school days is a story of Swami, his friend Rajam and Mani. The book is full of amazing anecdotes of Swami and his friends. The biggest anecdote of the book is the formation of M.C.C (Malgudi Cricket Club). Rajam come to Swaminathan’s home to grandly announce the axiom of M.C.C. (the Malgudi Cricket Club) and ask favour from him and when he see Swami’s bowling attack he consider him the big enchilada and his team members baptize him “Tait”, the paramount cardinal fast bowler of M.C.C. Rajam, Mani and their team members accredit a lot of time, patience, sweat and money in raising the M.C.C so that they take the chequered flag. But Swami, due to his school timings is not able to attend everyday’s dose of practice and for this reason Rajam remain on pins and needles. Rajam increases his insist for his indispensable presence and after many damp squibs he bunks the school which ironically marks the end of his school life, he gets banished from his second and the only last school in Malgudi. Fearing of his punctilious father he absconds in the vast jungle of Malgudi. And on the day of the match, M.C.C keenly feel the paucity of their Tait, the whole enchilada goes opposite to Rajam’s desire and they loose the match to Y.M.U (other cricket team). Rajam, completely traumatic circumvent Swami when he returns. But in the last chapter of the book, they patch up with Mani’s endeavour 🙂
Malgudi School Days is nothing but only the abridged version of R.K. Narayan’s Swami and Friends. You can read any one you wish to. It can also be said that only title of the two books are different, story is same. I had already read Swami and Friends before reading Malgudi School Days. So, I was little disappointed when I found the akiness. But believe me, the story is that much amazing that you can surely read it again as I did. But if you want me to be precise then, I’ll advise you to read Swami and Friends. I recommend and rate it 4.5/5.
Author: R.K Narayan
No. Of Pages: 184 Pages
My Rating: 5/5
Swami and Friends is a story of a ten year old lad, Swaminathan or Swami, who plays the protagonist in the novel. He dwells in Malgudi, a small fictitious town in South India with his adoring mother, punctilious father and adulating grandmother and a new born minuscule sibling. He receives academic wisdom in Albert Mission school, a British decreed academy. The second episode of the book,”Rajam and Mani” introduces the reader to his bosom pals who are described as antagonistic to each other. Mani is a barbarous type brusque boy, and his amity is loved by Swami. While Rajam who wears a white fur cap and resplendent tweed coat, belongs to upper class of the society as his father is a police superintendent. After their exams, in the holidays R.K Narayan has embellished the novel with some astounding stupendous anecdotes with respect to childhood of the trio.
On 15 of August 1930, two thousand residents of the town protest against the arrest of Gauri shankar, a political leader. Swami join the resistance, saying with the crowd,”Bharat Mata ki Jai, Gandhi ki Jai, Gauri Shankar ki Jai” against the British rule. Engulfed with the essence of patriotism, Swami shatters the window panes of his school but to his misfortune the Principal of the British school glimpses him and on the very next day abolish him from the academy. After his father’s scoldings, he is again admitted to the High board school which eventually isolate him from his two bosom pals.
Some weeks later, Rajam come to Swaminathan’s home to grandly announce the axiom of M.C.C. (the Malgudi Cricket Club) and ask favour from him and when he see Swami’s bowling attack he consider him the big enchilada and his team members baptize him “Tait”, the paramount cardinal fast bowler of M.C.C. Rajam, Mani and their team members accredit a lot of time, patience, sweat and money in raising the M.C.C so that they take the chequered flag. But Swami, due to his school timings is not able to attend everyday’s dose of practice and for this reason Rajam remain on pins and needles. Rajam increases his insist for his indispensable presence and after many damp squibs he bunks the school which ironically marks the end of his school life, he gets banished from his second and the only last school in Malgudi. Fearing of his punctilious father he absconds in the vast jungle of Malgudi. And on the day of the match, M.C.C keenly feel the paucity of their Tait, the whole enchilada goes opposite to Rajam’s desire and they loose the match to Y.M.U (other cricket team). Rajam, completely traumatic circumvent Swami when he returns. But in the last chapter of the book, they patch up with Mani’s endeavour 🙂
Promulgated in 1935, Swami and Friends which has 19 chapters, was Narayan’s first novel. I completely the book in seven days and as the book is authored by R.K. Narayan, vocabulary was superb and you’ll encounter with several new words and phrases. I enjoyed reading it as it helps in comprehending the psychology of a child and also made me remember my childhood. I, also do agree with Graham Greene (Narayan’s friend) verdict,” It is a book in ten thousand” and I rate it 5/5.
Author: R.K Narayan
ISBN No: 9788185986012
No. Of Pages: 166
My Rating: 4/5
The bachelor of arts written by R.K Narayan, is a story which traverse the transmutation of an adolescent psyche into manhood. The novel opens when Chandran is in final year at college pursuing B.A. Maelstrom life, half planned is before him. He maintains a very ecstatic and cinch life with his creators_ younger brother; educators; friends and acquaintances like a typical Indian boy. In the starting pages of the book, the debate of ‘whether historians have to be slaughtered first’ is fantastically presented. Convincingly, progressing into difficult situations which every student faces he gets his graduate degree, B.A (History).
After graduation- whether to continue studies or not, you must go for civil services or what you’ll do next?, these types of question arises in his life. His life takes a sharp turn when he sees the captivating smile and alluring looks of a girl (Malathi) in fleeting green colour saree on the river bank and from that day (i dare not say from that day, its the matter of love :D) i must say, from that particular moment he turns exile from Malgudi (an imaginary town in South India where Chandran dwell), family, friends and from life itself. Unaware of the ramifications, he tries to develop optical communication with her, tries to gather more information about her and constantly ponders about her at home.(If you are in love, you will comprehend it better :D). It was a herculean task for him to inform his parents about his romance. Finally, one day he summon up the determination and explain his father about his future plan of marrying Malathi. They (Chandran’s parents) try to accomplish their son’s wish but due to superstitious belief of horoscope not matching he comes to know that he is a manglik, a condition in which a manglik can only marry a manglik and if not, the non manglik will die.His susceptibilities are badly hurt when the girl’s parents refuses to make him their son -in-law. After the damp squib, he gets completely tarumatic and marriage of Malathi to some other person adds fuel to fire.
He runs to Madras where at the railway station he slips away the ambiguity from his cousin’s eyes who was there to receive him.Frustrated by the traumatic experience he embarks on a journey as a sanyasi where some rural people misunderstand him as a noble sage as he was dressed up like a typical sanyasi in apricot dhoti with a shaven head. He becomes vagabond, from hamlet to hamlet and village to village. He experience the kaleidoscopic stance of life. And after squandering about eight months, thinking about his parents and other positive factors he returns home. His parents were amazed and worried to see their son so transformed. Even after returning, images and memories of Malathi haunts him for a long time.Then he tries to pace up with life and with the sand of time getting thicker day by day gets an edge to it. He starts up with a business of Newspaper and emerge as a successful entrepreneur. At this particular point of time in the story, Narayan has embellished the story with a wonderful incident between father and son. Afterwards, his father comes to him with a proposal of marrying another girl, Sushila. He initially refuses but later decides to see the girl and when he goes to see the girl he finally fall in love with her.
Promulgated in 1937, the 166 pages novel gives a glimpse of the period of post independence India. I completed it within 5 days, and I must tell you that if you are leafing through the pages of books written by R.K Narayan then get ready to swim in the ocean of vocabulary. I love the book as it takes and informs us about the stunning realities of life and what it takes to erase the memories of the person you loved. Moreover it also tells that love sharpens the wits of a person(especially of boys :D)extraordinarily. I rate it 4/5. The last thing which i would like to share, when I completed the book the very first thought which penetrated in my mind was, “If in three words I were to sum up everything I have learned about life,”IT GOES ON”.
My Histopathology/ Cytology report said :
Name : Harshit Chauhan
Age: 21 Years
Referred by: Dr. Nandini Sahani
OPD No. 12076131
Accession No.: 71650/12
Registration date: 22/09/2012
Report Date: 25/09/2012
Specimen: CYST- BACK
Gross: The specimen consists of cyst measures 0.5 cms. On cutting filled with pultaceous material. Entire pieces taken for embedding in 1 cassette.
Microscopic: Biopsy reveals a cystic lesion by stratified squamous epithelium. The lumen is full of keratinous material. The surroundings tissue shows inflammatory reaction.
Impression: Epidermoid Cyst.
*** End of Report***
There was nothing terrifying about the above report, Doctors declared it ‘Normal’. But before this report was developed, I underwent a minor surgery at Santokba Durlabhji Memorial Hospital, Jaipur. It was a painless experience and is worth narrating too. I complained of a minuscule wart near my neck, behind my shoulders and for the same a operation was conducted on September 22 2012 after anatomizing by Dr. Nandini Sahani on September 18 2012. I woke up in the morning and saw a text on my cell from one of my bosom pal, Dinesh Lalwani.
It said, “don’t worry it is just a minor one and you’ll surely cope up and if you want me to come with you to the hospital, do tell me before 6;30 AM, I’ll accompany you and take leave from college”
I was engulfed and replied, “No, you follow your regular routine and thankx for your love & concern”.
I was instructed not to have any kind of food before the operation but was allowed to have tea before surgery. On that day I followed my regular morning routine of paying my respect and offerings at the temple but on that day, I did special prayer to God to bless my surgery with success. I came home with a religious mark on my head and sat on facebook to upload a status, which then said:
“Harshit Chauhan, will be facing a minor operation today 😦 Hoping to pace up with life soon after the surgery :)”
We (my parents and I), egressed our home for the hospital at 0900 hours. After making a payment of about 3500 Indian Rupees, a compounder took us to the operation theater. Soon my name was called and I entered in. A nurse gave me dark green operation clothes and advised me to wear them. I did as instructed. I went in an isolated room and it was really a damn difficult task to cope up. Somehow I managed to wear and then the same nurse gave me a cap akin to a shower cap which she herself put on my head. I was instructed to wait. Sitting in a unique dark green colour outfit with shower cap on 🙂 , it was really a different kind of feeling which I never experienced before.
“Are you going to fight a fancy dress competition, they have made you dressed like a Doctor or I feel, like a compounder 🙂 ? “, a thought penetrated my mind.
Soon I was called in. I saw operation theater the very first time in my life and it was a damn tidy dangerous site. BIG machines surrounding one bed. I was made comfortable and they adjusted me on the bed according to their convenience. They together were three members and when Dr. Nandini came in, their total touched 4. One of them tied a cloth strip on my eyes and after that I observed zilch.
“Is it going to be that dangerous and painful “, my psyche commented to me, personally.
Then they took one of my finger of my right hand and attached it with something for which I asked, “for what it is?”, they didn’t answer. I asked them to remove the strip of cloth tied on my eyes, they resisted 😦 Then came the big enchilada, Dr. Nandini. She asked how I was feeling and advised me to relax. I asked, “will I suffer any pain…you’ll be using anaesthesia, I guess. They all bursted into laughter.
“Just relax, we do not aim to give you unnecessary pain or trouble”, a female voice dominated.
“You people will use anaesthesia, please make a mental note of it and if you don’t have it then please let me go, I’m in no mood to undergo any surgery”, I showed my concern very seriously.
They all guffawed radiantly 🙂
To my relaxation, Dr. Nandini said, “We don’t perform any surgery without anesthesia in this operation theater”.)
I was relaxed to my core 🙂
Immediately one of them said, “We are now going to operate you.”
“What about Anesthesia ?”, I commanded in a tone of phobia.
We are giving you the same, Just relax.
“We are beginning with an anesthesia injection, I’m now applying the injection on your shoulder.” one of them said.
I felt the pain as well as a feeling which reminded me of presence of some sharp foreign material in my shoulder. Deep in my mind I also started with the Holy words of Hanuman Chalisa:
Jai Hanuman Gyaan Gun Sagar,
Jai Kapis Tinhu Log Ujyaggar…..
They were busy operating me and I kept worrying about the pain but I was not experiencing it. Magic…No, it was not. I knew anaesthesia is doing the job for me. Blood was pouring out of my body, I could not see but was experiencing the flow on my shoulder. They kept swiping my shoulder for, the blood was pouring out. I knew it was blood but in order to verify it, I started breathing hard so I could smell the same and prove my sensing capability to be good. It all took about 20 Minutes. The part which they operated was bandaged and I was advised to slowly get up. The compounder removed the strip from my eyes and I saw all Doctors smiling at me. I smiled backed too.
One of them said,”You speak too much”. 🙂
Dr. Nandini Sahani showed me the root cause for which I was there in the operation theater. She showed me the extra part or wart which they operated out of my body. The minuscule wart, about 0.5 cms was floating in the transparent liquid material.
“Now I have finally got rid of you”, I said looking at the wart.
They all again bursted into laughter. I egressed the theater by thanking the Doctor and their team and was greeted by my mother who showed her love and concern by hugging me. I was instructed not to apply water to that part and was advised to take rest and again come back for a check up after one week.
Author: Shubham Choudhary
No. Of Pages: 204
My Rating: 3/5
My Ex fell in love is a hilarious love tale of Yatharth, the protagonist in the book. He collides with a girl, Sanchita when he is expelled from the class and from that anecdote he becomes inclined towards her. With the endeavour of his two sociable bosom pals; Sudeep and Vikalp and Samantha (Sanchita’s friend) he some how manages to date her after showing his unconscious accidental inclination through a facebook status, which said, “Dear Sanchita tum meri Zindagi mei khushiya le kar aayi ho, Meri life rasgulle ki duniya hai aur tum uski mithat ho!” in which he tagged her after alcohol consumption…and guess what? Sanchita proposes to him…. Unique na. From soda to hock, the narrator (Yatharth) is shown befuddled and unaware of the ramifications, he breaks up with his love to continue with his dream project of trajectory of electrons with Sudeep. Life continues and later he discovers that Sanchita starts loving Raunak, her family friend and he experiences the lowest ebb when they are blacklisted from the world of atomic theory.
Even after break up he takes utmost care of Sanchita and always desire to see her happy as a friend. His bleeding life gets a tourniquet when he and Sudeep are invited to Switzerland for their dream project and Vikalp takes the financial responsibility for the same. Vikalp, Sudeep and Samantha endeavours to stop Raunak when they ruminate he is going to propose Sanchita while, Yathartha and Sanchita are described obliviously inconversant of the same anecdote. So this was a brief recapitulation of the book and I recommend it to read it if you extol, admire and appreciate humor work.
Authored by Shubham Choudhary, I loved the book because of the character; Vikalp who took the responsibility to maintain humor in the entire book and was successful too. Though Yathartha is the protagonist in the story but I loved reading where Vikalp’s part appeared. One more reason to extol the work of Shubham was that the book was not boring when compared to books like; I too had a love story, Anything for you Ma’am and Trust me it’ll work etc. The two main elements of the book ie. humor and love story perpetuate and prolong a hilarious parallelism and Shubham Choudhary has never, I think, failed to cover each and every page of the book with hilarious work especially with Vikalp’s endeavour. Though love story of Yatharth and Sanchita was monotonous and colloquial like other hindi movie love stories but you won’t be able to succumb to your temptations when you’ll sojourn the hilarious territories of My Ex Fell In Love. Shubham Choudhary is a talent to follow.
Here are two very informative links which I discovered while I was surfing the internet. The first one have got the content of the tourism book launched by the Ministry Of Tourism, Oman. On this link you just have to mouse over the pictures in order to gain the information. And the latter one is a website owned by a Canadian Teacher who dwells in Muscat. Both the links will provide you almost all the indispensable information about the country. Till Then, take care. Lots Of love. Regards, Harshit Chauhan.
The Two Links :
1. You’ll see all the Omani Men wearing dishdash, their national dress with anklelength, collarless gown with long sleeves. The dishdash are usually white but you’ll also see men wearing brown dishdash. In addition to this they also wear a resplendent turban on their respective heads. And, you’ll find Omani women all covered with black cloth, with their “Hijab” on.
2. Sulatn Qaboos Bin Said Al Said, The Sultan Of Oman enjoys pinnacle social prestige from the people of Oman. You’ll notice his portrait hung in each and every Mall, Hotels, big or small shops etc. People Of Oman worship him. So, if you have anything against him, I’ll advice you to keep your mouth in your pocket 🙂
3. As far as perfumes are taken into consideration, Omani Men and Women are very passionate. Each time when you’ll pass any Omani men or women, your nostrils will compel your mouth to say, “WOW” 🙂
4. Roads Of Oman are fabulous. Forget about ditches, you won’t experience any patches on the roads Of Oman.
5. Don’t get astonished if you see a door with a name plate,”The Prayer Room” anywhere in Oman. Oman is a Muslim eclipse piece of land in the world and in Holy Quran they are said to offer respect to Allah five times a day. So, you’ll see separate paryer rooms for men and women in every mall, petrol filling stations etc.
6. Petrol is very Cheap. If you ask for help to a good samaritan for one liters of water, he may say,”No” but his answer for one liters of petrol would be YES*. Moreover, Petrol in Oman is not only cheap but also shares a unique relation with diesel. Diesel is more costly than petrol.
7. You’ll hardly notice any traffic police on roads but still they have one of the finest Traffic systems.
8. Oman is also for resplendent cars. Huge, massive and powerful cars are seen more.
9. The ‘Khanjar” which is the traditional dragger of Oman. It is similar to the Yemeni jambia. The khanjar is curved and sharpened on both edges. It is carried in a sheath decorated in silver, on a belt similarly decorated in silver fifigree. A khanjar appears on the flag Of Oman as part of the national emblem Of Oman. (Source :Wikipedia).
10. You’ll perceive more Indians than the Omanis. Quit strange but true.
11. Zillions Of date trees.
12. The water and ectricity bill of a normal house in Oman is almost same. Water is costly and electricity is cheaper.
13. Since electricity is cheap, you’ll find AC everywhere.
14. You’ll find most of the shops or offices motionless or closed between 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM.
15. Zillions Of coffee shops.
16. You’ll also witness several women waiting for one Omani man outside malls. shops etc. Actually, they all are wives of that fortunate man.
17. Almost all the houses and buildings in Oman are painted white.
18. You’ll also have a glimpse of the Omani Flag which you’ll see waving on Government buildings, Schools, Colleges and Universities.
19. Mosques are good in numbers but there you can also find some Churches and Temples.
20. Last but no the least, The Omani people are well known for their hospitality and offers of refreshment. To be invited into someone’s home will mean coffee (kahwa), a strong, bitter drink flavoured with cardamom, and dates or halwa, a sticky sweet gelatinous substance which is made from brown sugar, eggs, honey and spices. It can be flavoured with many different ingredients, such as nuts, rosewater or even chocolate. Lokhemat is another accompaniment to coffee, which are balls of flour and yeast flavoured with cardamom and deep fried until golden then served with a sweet lime and cardamom syrup. The sweetness of this dish often counteracts the bitterness of the kahwa. (Source: Omannet.com).
Day14: From Muscat International Airport, Seeb to Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai.
My last day in Muscat was motionless, I did not sojourned. I got up in the morning and wished every member a fab morning. I turned on my laptop and connected it with wi-fi. On the url I wrote, WWW.GOOGLE.COM
The page showed me “Google Oman”, with google embellished with erratic colours. I opted facebook as my second option. Was glad when I saw Manisha Rathore, my school time chemistry teacher, on facebook. I requested her to join my facebook network. Then I started collecting precious pics from the cameras of other two families, on my laptop. Bunty and my mother went to Lulu mall to buy some frozen eatable items. My father, Anand mausa and Pratap mausa went to Samsung shop to own a microwave and a smart TV. Time passed quickly. It was 3’o clock and I decided to pack up for India. All four of my family joined me, too. I was worried regarding the weight of our accoutrements for, we were allowed 120 Kgs (30 kgs per person) and I was ruminating the weight more than the legal one. Moreover, Urmila mausi displayed her love and plethora emotions by providing us with zillions of items.
I said, “Don’t burden us, our luggage weight will increase and the airport authority people won’t understand your love.”
“We’ll be penalized”, I competed my concern.
But she was firm and said,”You won’t face any problem, your luggage won’t increase”.
I then went to Mars mall alone, just five in distance from Bait Muscat to buy a thnkx giving card for my mausi. I cursed myself for not bringing the same from India and for the same reason I paid heavy price for the card. I was astonished to discover the damn high price of a normal small card but its importance was zenith and I, without any delay made the payment of 500 Baisa or 75 INR (at that time). I showed my respect by handling her both, my card and emotions. Hugs, past 15 days recapitulations, wishes, thank you were some elements which we experienced and celebrated in that last moments in Bait Muscat. All other members wished us Godspeed. We wished them too and thanked our host for organizing the trip. Pratap mausa accompanied us to the Muscat International airport. He too, wished us safe journey and captured last two images of my family in his Nokia cell phone at the airport. Blessings played their role and our luggage weight stopped at 119.786 kgs 🙂 (120 Kgs. was allowed) otherwise, 4 OMR per Kg. was the penalty and to our good fortune, we escaped it.
Quite easily with patience, progressing into various stages (security check, visa check, passport stamp, check in counter) which every passenger encounters, officialismly we cleared all legal ritualities and after some hours we reached Mumbai, India and with that, a fabulous tour came to its end.
A laptop means a lot to a student and when it comes by happenstance, its magnitude of alleviation is gigantic and the same pinnacle felicitous alleviation I acquainted in Muscat. This day brought me a new resplendent Dell laptop 🙂
In the morning, I wrote on a piece of paper :
– 500 Gb harddisk
– 4 Gb RAM
– i5 processor
– 1Gb Graphic Card
“At least this configuration you must aim”, my mind commented to me, personally again 🙂
In the afternoon, my family and Anand mausa went to Samsung showroom with Mausin, which was present at our relevance for the last time 🙂 We went to finalize a Samsung microwave oven for us and a smart television for Anand mausa and family. After anatomizing we made the final choice of both the products and returned to Bait Muscat.
In the evening, Pratap mausa, bunty and I went to Lulu mall to buy my laptop. I told Pratap mausa about my configuration requirements and he bestowed me with the best of his experience while we were on the way to Lulu in Grand Vitara car. Again we began to scrutinize the laptop and its accessories and in the end after beating the puzzlement between two dell laptop models, a Dell Inspiron N5110 model was selected for my future entertainment and studies too 🙂 A cooling pad caught my attention and my brother also extolled the product and thus we purchased two cooling pads. A Filipino, who was assisting us showed us a trio pack of speakers, mouse and headphone and that too was put in the cart. For all this we paid 281 OMR or 281.900 OMR, to be precise. We entered home and every member of my family congratulated me and I gave gargantuan thanks to my creators and thank you to other family members. When I opened the flap of the device, the very first thing which captured me was the Arabic language printed on my keyboard buttons. I laughed. “You won’t get sleep today”, Anand mausa commented 🙂
On that day, the dinner was offered on the behalf of my family and meat batti was the dish. Ice cream was served on my behalf as laptop treat 🙂 I don’t know what the others were doing after that, as I got engaged in my laptop treasure 🙂