Pligrim's India- ed. Arundhathi Subramanium

I bought this book to gift to a seeker, a pilgrim I wasn't going to read it, really. But the book seduced me into picking it up, by it's promise of translations from ancient texts and also just lying there on my center table, throwing me sly beckoning looks.

I succumbed and picked it up and was drawn into its many journeys, multiple quests and myriad voices.  The pieces are so carefully and beautifully selected- thanks Arundhati with a satisfying mix of prose and poetry ancient and contemporary.

I was hooked from the first piece - Jerry Pinto's visit to the Kumbh Mela and traveled into Kabir's poetry, Khasi folk tale. and more. There are visits to Dargha, churches, Sikh sacred destinations and the original fire temple. There are the famous shrines and road side destinations And of course the foreign seeker and the one who tries to find it with chemical help. The book is as secular as it is possible for a search for the divine can get. That is the strength of this book.

The writing is uniformly good and the translations are satisfying. They don't leave you with the half- satisfied feeling of having missed the main spice in a iconic dish that many translations often do. Again, another thanks to the editor

Of course , not all the journeys were satisfying. Some accounts  was a little too dry to keep me fully interested and the one about  the meeting with Sankaracharya of Kanchi a little too superficial to be satisfying.

But the sum is bigger than the parts. And more satisfying. And left me with questions about my own quest for the sacred. Namely- maybe it's time to start one.

A must for everybody who wondered about spiritual India.

Paro- Namita Gokhale & The Other Woman- An anthology; Ed- Monica Das

(Sorry, couldn't find the cover pix of the The Other Woman)

I am blogging these two book together not only because I read them back to back but also they are similar in theme- illicit relationships. And folks, the similarity ends there.


Paro is about illicit lust, which no body tries to fight. Everybody succumbs whenever they get the chance and walk away with just a dusting of their hands. The book reads like a cheap trashy novel that want to talk sex , beings to and then loses courage half- way through. The language is pedestrian and does nothing to pull thr novel out from the pit it rapidly falls into. Paro could have become another Nana but remains a crass slut.

The Other Woman, on the other hand plumbs emotional transgressions, trespasses, intrusions and betrayals. Most of the stories are in translation and the language is evocative . The sense of loss and grief lingers like a heady perfume long after you close the book. I am thinking as I write it – do I have a favourite? No. And the beauty of the stories? The language is lush and there are no graphic scenes. A must read. Especially as the originals are denied to most of us

© Maya