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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Secret Garden

Having a sore lymphoid node, I needed something to happy to read. This is when I found this book on amazon (I read story-lines of many books before choosing this), it's kindle edition free to read. I was about a seemingly selfish girl of British parents in British-India flown away to her homeland. She was a kid that was never loved by anyone and only memories she had was of slave Indians and a feeling of being boss.
The book describes how her behaviour evolves in the moors of Britain as she meets various people there.  Of course there a secret garden and a friend, a boy whom I became much fond of as everybody is in the book. One who could talk with animals, a wild amiable boy with a pet wolf, crow, two squirrels and a small wild horse.
Besides the girl there is one more who finds his loving nature while they play in the secret garden, the girl's cousin.
Deep inside the  book gives glimpse of the class divide in England. It shows more of the high class side of the picture, probably because the author is more familiar with this. Country-side is always happy and romantic. Yet, I too longed for being in the moors with the wild amiable boy; may be being himself.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Rich at heart

Some events make us ashamed of ourselves. Well, I have been through this a lot of times. While walking to lab today one of those memories came up.

Me and my friend were eating idlis. The idli shop consisted of only one big vessel filled with idlis and coconut chutney in a small vessel kept within the big one. A friend of the idliwala too was eating idlis. He too must have been a a daily wager.  A small girl about two years old approached the vendor. She was one of those kids whose parents lived on the footpath. She asked for something to eat. I felt pity but did not give her any. The idliwala's friend gave her one idli. She was happy and went away. The man stood up to go. He also offered the money for the idli which was given to the girl. The idliwala refused to take the money. His friend said, "Tu aple ka nuksaan kertois? Chotya poranche kaay. Tyana kahi kalat naste." (Why should you be at loss? What of kids; they do not understand anything.) He thrust the money in his hands and went away. I stood there belittled. It was becoming difficult to swallow the peace of idli in my mouth.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Fever, Robin Cook

FeverFever by Robin Cook
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Having lost his wife to cancer, a physician has taken up cancer research. Contrary to majority of the scientists he thinks that the cure could be found by looking from the immunological perspective. After several years of research with no publications he suddenly has to accelerate his research as the devil strikes again; this time on his daughter. Caught between unyielding chemotherapy and loosing his lab while fighting the industry that released the carcinogenic material in river, he has to take desperate steps...

This fast paced book was like watching a movie. Although not at all convincing to a biologist but entertaining.

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