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Books and Travel – My Lifelines

Madurai

It’s been over 6 months, it feels like 2 years and I actually want it to be yesterday. I’m obviously talking about the gap between my previous post and this one. The last two years have been a lot of fun along with some crazy challenges. We did a bit of travelling, local and international, though it’s nothing close to what my dream travel schedule would look like*. I read a lot of books over the last six months, as I have done all my life**, with quite a few new authors thrown in. Sadly, I didn’t update this blog on the book front, however, I did update friends and family on facebook ad nauseum. Maybe, once I get a bit more organised here, I’ll catch my few readers up on the books and travel. For now, here’s a small list of places we visited and some of the books that stood out.

Travel (apart from visits to family in the U.A.E and different parts of India): South Africa, Zimbabwe and Zambia which Andaman South Buttonwill need many posts to cover, Germany (Cologne and Dusseldorf, nowhere close to Munich or Berlin), an adventure along the middle Himalayas in India – Kashmir to Kufri and diving in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, which are part of India but geographically closer to Indonesia and Thailand. We missed a family trip to St. Tropez and Geneva due to work commitments, but that’s life my friend.

Books that stand out because the authors are new to me, for sentimental reasons, the content/genre is something I haven’t really delved in before or I just remember it at this moment: And The Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini, Elanor and Park by Rainbow Powell (followed by FanGirl), The Ship of Brides by JoJo Moyes (this followed The Girl You Left behind), Those Pricey Thakur Girls (and it’s sequel) by Anuja Chauhan, 10% happier by Dan Harris, Sisterhood Everlasting by Ann Brashares, The Wildling by Maria McCann, How It Happened by Shazaf Fatima Haide, Madame Picasso by Ann Girard, The Great Zoo of China by Mathew Reilly, The Harem within by Fatima Mernissi.

And The Mountains Echoed

The little bit of travel and lots of reading has me, once more, creating a list of places to go and things to do. Which just makes me realise how short human lives are! Again, making me more determined to enjoy everyday*** and work towards creating the life I want.

So, this was a quick catch-up session. I’m going to make a real effort to write at least once a week, maybe more. Here’s to new beginnings halfway through the year. Cheers.

*that’s why it’s a dream which, rest assured, I’m working towards realising

** an average of 4-5 a week since I was 6 years old

***every minute is just exaggerating, everyday is true

Stay Happy Everyday

The Dreamer

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The 90 Day Geisha – My Time as a Tokyo Hostess

My brother is in Japan at the moment (when I started writing the post, he’s now in Nepal). When he was initially planning his trip he had explored the option of a 90-day cultural visa. Now, I don’t know if other countries offer this, but it seems like a good way to boost tourism and get people to understand your country’s culture.

A few weeks ago, I came across this book – The 90 Day Geisha: My Time as a Tokyo Hostess – at the library. I was intrigued by the title (which I’m sure was the intention of the publisher/author), having previously read Memoirs of a Geisha. What I discovered was a whole new, previously unknown to me, use of the 90-day cultural visa to Japan. Plus the setting and context of this book, was completely different world from that in the previously referred book. I’m sure the Japanese authorities are aware of this use of the 90-day visa, unofficially, as it seems to be a popular choice of cultural education among young foreigners visiting Japan for an extended time.

The version I read

The story basically follows the adventures of Chelsea, a former model, and her husband Matt as they navigate the world of Tokyo’s hostess clubs. While Chelsea works as a hostess, her husband sources girls like her on a commission basis for clubs. The author also takes you through different aspects of Japanese culture that the regular tourist to Japan may not even be aware off.

Hostessing in Japan is very different from stripping or prostitution. It’s basically an experience where well-dressed and cultured women entertain men with conversation. It’s like a companionship lounge, with karaoke, which is very popular among local and visiting senior executives of large Japaneses corporations;  and is apparently acceptable even for married men.

The author is on a quest to understand why so many internationally traveled and educated women are attracted by hostess clubs, what disillusions them and what makes them come back. She partially finds her answers but enroute learns and experiences a lot more than she bargained for. The readers get glimpses into the (not so) secret lives of the real Japanese, such as underwear vending machines and dohans?!

My recommendation would be read it with no preconceived notions and don’t judge. Treat it as you would view your experiences while traveling to an exotic place. It’s not perfect but it definitely keeps you reading.

I won’t be surprised if this is soon made into a movie, though I’m not so sure if it’ll pass the censor board.

Stay Happy Everyday

The Dreamer

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The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

I recently re-joined my old library after almost 9 years. It was one of the best decisions I could have made (which I’ll discuss in another post). While browsing the shelves on my lunch break I came across an author I had never read before, John Boyne. Apparently, he is fairly high profile but I had never heard of him before! I picked up his book ‘The Thief of Time’ and was pleasantly surprised. I finished it in two sittings, which is no mean feat when you have a five year-old, run a full-time business and get to read only after 11pm at night. I was hooked.

When I went in to return the Thief of Time, I was looking for a slim volume to fit into my handbag. I had a longish ride to meet a business contact the next day and wanted to read on the commute, without having to lug around a brick in my handbag. I went back to take a quick look at the other titles by John Boyne and ‘lo and behold!’ there was a slim volume in the bunch. I immediately  grabbed it, barely scanned the title, and rushed to check it out.

The next morning I got settled for the long drive (I wasn’t driving) and pulled out the book. When we pulled up in front of my contact’s office an hour or so later, I had to literally pull myself out of a trance. The book was so easy to read (and even relate to a bit), while making you think hard that it had my undivided attention. I finished it on the commute home over the next few days and though that was a few months back, the book has stayed with me since.

The cover of the version I read

The story is viewed through the eyes of a nine year old boy, Bruno, who’s like any other nine year old child I have met. Completely involved in his own world of friendships, adventures (real and make believe) and fights with his older sister ‘The Hopeless Case’. The story starts with the family’s move to support the father’s promotion. Though this is a rise up through the ranks of ‘The Fury’s’ (Hitler) administration for his father, it feels like a punishment to Bruno, his mother and sister. They are moved from the center of Berlin, to a god-forsaken house, where their only company are the soldiers reporting to Bruno’s father. Separated from his friends and grandparents, Bruno decides to entertain himself with his favourite pastime exploring.

Unlike his old house, which had five floors and dozens of undiscovered nooks and crannies, the current house offers no such delights. There isn’t even a marketplace or crowded street where he can be pushed ‘from pillar to post’. So the young explorer decides to find out the significance and extent of the barbed wire fence he can see from his bedroom window. His burning questions are “Why does everyone on the other side of the fence get to live in loose, striped pyjamas all day, while he has to wear shoes that pinch his feet? Why can’t he play with any of the children that he can see from his window?”

His adventures lead him to Shmuel, one of the striped pyjama people. A friendship blossoms between the two, based solely on the sharing of food and conversation (a usually strange notion for nine-year old boys). Apart from a shared birthday, the two boys have nothing in common but come to depend on each other’s company to get through their individual days.

The story ends with a simple but highly poignant twist that makes sure you will never forget this book.

Why choose to review this book on a blog about making life happy? Well, the book actually made me appreciate the smaller pleasures in life, gave me an idea of what could be going through my little one’s head and did not for a moment linger on the morbid (unusual for a book set right in the middle of wartime).

Read this and I guarantee real happiness whenever you think of it. Not because of the actual story, but because of the way it is told.

Here’s a transcript of a talk by the author on this particular book.

Stay Happy Everyday

The Dreamer

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