Category: American Past

The Namesake

As my loyal readers know of our brief life in the US of A, Mr.Bee would go to his office at 11 a.m. and I would pack my canvas tote with my black vertical striped apron and my wallet, booking an Uber to go to the Monroe Road studio of Clayworks, where the potter’s wheel was all I could see, as far as my passion was concerned.

Some days, when I felt low, even the pots and cups I made would turn out bad and I would leave the studio early (artists would understand!) On such afternoons, I would make a snack for myself and sit in the Ashley’s chocolate brown couch in our living room, with a parrot green woollen throw blanket and watch movies.

By chance, I had come across The Namesake,  by Mira Nair, starring Irrfan Khan and the talented Tabu and decided it was worth a watch. It was a revelation. I liked Irrfan Khan too (It was the first time I watched his movie). It was a memorable movie, but this post is about The Namesake, the Pulitzer prize winning novel.

This is the first time I watched a movie first and read the novel on which the movie is based on, later. I have been to the recent book exhibition,  the yearly ritual of my maternal family.  I got myself a copy of The Namesake and interestingly, the lone thing I remember is Irrfan Khan and Tabu, in the awkward photo from the movie. It’s been more than 9 years since I watched the movie and it tells a great deal about the actors’ and their performances. (I couldn’t find the photo online). No wonder the lead pair is known for their talent.

The Gangulis

The Names

It is about a Bengali couple Ashoke Ganguli and Ashima, in an arranged marriage,  whose life as immigrants is at once relatable. It starts with the marriage of Ashima and Ashoke Ganguli and progresses at steady pace to the births of their children Gogol and Sonia. The focus shifts to Gogol and that’s where the novel gets it’s name.

Gogol goes from a phase where his name is just a nickname to, where he loves to be called Gogol , to a phase where he hates it so much , he changes it to Nikhil, gets to know the real reason behind his name and finally regretting the change of his name.

Gogol doesn’t like that all his parents’ friends are desi families. He doesn’t like Indian food and the time it takes to cook. He struggles, as they say, ABCD – American Born Confused/Conflicted  Desi. He sees the contrast between his parents and the lives of his American girlfriend and her parents. Gogol hates being told what to do by his parents,(most Asian parents do that) but ironically, ends up always submitting to his girlfriends and his wife. He performs fairly well in studies but since he takes decisions based on his rebellion against his parents,  he falls flat. Like choosing a college to stay away from his family and not because it is better! He gives up studying at MIT, it is exasperating!

Ashoke Ganguli, in his own way had adjusted to the life in America. Interestingly, Ashoke ‘s friends had predicted accurately, that Sonia is a true American,  right after she was born. But Ashima never feels at home, neither in Calcutta where she lived before marriage nor America,  where she stayed for more than three decades. Neither here nor there.

The Ganguli family dynamics changes with the sudden death of Ashoke. Sonia, the daughter who had stayed away for studies reaches out to her mother during her mourning and shows us subtle glimpses of her character.  (She hardly get 2 pages worth of space in the whole book)

After two failed relationships and 1 death in the family, Gogol a.k.a Nikhil meets Moushimee Majumder. Both have emotional baggage of their own and that leads to a disaster in waiting,  which is their marriage.  I didn’t like her at all. Nor did I like Gogol. He was a good man but he had his weaknesses and drawbacks.

The book ends with the hint of Sonia’s upcoming marriage to Ben,  Ashima’s plan of moving back to India and well, Gogol, still coming to terms about the journey of life!

Overall,  the Namesake is a slow paced story and at the end I did feel sad for Gogol and Ashima (both the troubled souls). It is worth a read, if you are not an avid reader, I suggest you to watch the movie for first class acting,

P.S:

1. Coming to the author Jhumpa Lahiri, her writing is easy to read and understand but at places it gets overly descriptive and lengthy. I found myself skipping paragraphs! I need to read more of her works to comment better.

2. Although we know little about Sonia, I liked her!

3. I went on to watch Irrfan Khan in Piku, Talwar , Jurassic World and Life Of Pi.

4.  I will be back with a Sookshmadarshini review soon. Ciao!

The Bully at the Potter’s Wheel

While I was busy cleaning out some stuff and making space for the new junk, I came across my USA journal where I had written stuff that needed to be posted in the blog. I was so into pottery in Charlotte, so here it is, the new post.

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After reading the title, you must have put two and two together and arrived at the conclusion that the Potter’s Wheel is the name of the studio I had begun my journey as an amateur Potter. It is not actually Potter’s Wheel, but I have named it so for privacy sake.

There I was, just out of the cab, with my off-white canvas tote bag, stuffed with my black striped apron hanging out. I didn’t waste a minute and began walking towards the studio in-front of me. That was when I saw him!

He looked round, well fed, dark, with shiny eyes, waiting at the studio portico, for unsuspecting innocent people like yours truly, QueenBee!

I walked past him, trying to look breezy and cool, kind of aloof. But secretly I was observing his every move, from the corner of my eyes. I thought I had escaped his attention, but I was wrong. He followed me to the door!

Yikes!

I looked over my shoulders, as I typed the security code in a jiffy.  He was neither tall nor trained to know the security code…..

I opened the door after the beep, enough to let myself in and shut the door behind me in a hurry. I could still see him looking at me through the glass doors!

Breathe, breathe, damn it, I said to myself….

I think I have an enemy on my hands, I thought.

I reached my station, took out my bag of clay and began kneading and measuring clay for use. I set up a bucket full of water near my wheel, ready to throw clay on the wheel. (Throwing is the term used by potters, when they begin to make shapes out of clay)

My dream Pottery studio looks something like this – Pic Source : Google

Then I remembered that I had items to be bisque fired. (Clay is first kneaded. Then potters throw clay to make bowls etc. Then the bowls are bisque fired. Then glazes are used to colour the bowls, then fired again. The final product is then ready to be used. Each article goes  for firing at least twice.)

Here I was taking my bowls for the first firing. On my way to the firing station, I saw that he had entered the studio! Someone must have opened the studio door and let him in. (Such ignorant people) Once again, he began to follow me, in and out of the firing station. I could hardly concentrate on anything.

Meow‘, he said at-last, probably bidding me goodbye, before finally ditching me . He met new people, probably ‘cat people’, to stalk. He got many rubs on his back. He got all the attention he needed and that must have satisfied his ego!

Thank God, I sighed. So much for the Potter’s Wheel bully!

P.S:

  1. Although I am an animal lover, I never go too near either the cats or the dogs. I don’t mind touching a fish or sting ray for that matter, but I stay away from cats and dogs. I can even baby talk them, but I refrain from touching them. I prefer cows!  (When Mr.Bee and I visited Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta and also in Charleston Aquarium, I got the opportunity to touch sting ray and a medium sized fish. They felt rubbery!)
  2. I dearly miss pottery. I would have probably become a master by now, since in 2 years I had graduated to intermediate level.
  3. *PJ alert* Incidentally, I am a hobby potter, who is a Harry Potter fan!

Till the next post…cheerio friends.

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