Sun. Aug 25th, 2019

The Seer

Read, Think, Act

Book Reviews

8 min read

Countries have habits. Our country has a habit of either believing too strongly in somebody or not believing a word of the person. Whether a person is truthful is a thing to be analyzed only much later when someone else who can have a greater command on our belief system appears on the scene. Many nations have a national habit of believing only their own. Other nations have the habit of believing anything that is imported. Few countries can maintain a balance between the two and analyze.

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9 min read 2

Times, they are a-changing- Grapes of Wrath saw through the early symptoms of the disease which would become an epidemic around the world. The farmers whose “love is thinned with money, and all their fierceness dribbled away in interest until they were no longer farmers at all, but little shopkeepers of crops, little manufacturers who must sell before they can make.”

“Then those farmers who were not good shopkeepers lost their land to good shopkeepers.”

5 min read 2

It sings the glory of unsung heroes and paints the struggles of their lives. It makes you fall in love with those fallen stars and tells you why some deserved more than being forgiven. The book tells you how football has been an instrument of change bringing about a revolution in the political landscape of many of these countries and how footballers were not only sports icons but also champions of nationalist movements.

5 min read

I do not even remember who the poet was or anything else about the day except that I was introduced to Topsy. The poet mentioned in his poem that ‘the grasses grew like Topsy’ and I learned that Topsy was an orphaned slave girl who thought she just grow’d and nobody ever made her. And hence the phrase – “grow like Topsy”. I was probably a year or two older than her then and she intrigued me.

7 min read

No matter how far and wide we travel, how old and wise we grow, our heart continues to tick specially for that one place we call ‘Home’.The reason probably is because Home is not merely a place, but a repertoire of emotions and memories, both good and bad. Home, sometimes becomes your identity, sometimes that invisible protective shield that keeps you safe and at times a magical potion that heals you from the agonies of living.