Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Book Review 4: The Color Purple


The Color Purple is an epistolary novel written in the Southern American dialect. The story has constructed around a fourteen year old young black girl, the main character, Celie. The first series of letters are written to God by Celie, probably because she was completely alone, helpless and no body was there to understand her sorrow and protect the little girl. How many Celies live among us?

The poor young girl was continuously abused and raped by her step father. "He never had a kine word to say to me, Just say you gonna do what your mammy wouldn't". Celie was pregnant with her second child when her mother died cursing her. The miserable girl had no happiness except the time she spent with her loving sister Nettie. 

The 20 year old Celie was passed to Mr___, just another man, an anonymous being. He accepted her as his wife only because of the dowry of a cow and to abuse her as a slave... never treated her passionately.

Celie always loved and admired women, specially the strong females; her sister Nettie, then she meets Mr___'s mistress Shug, the only person who made Celie feels special, the only relief decorated Celie's lonely world. Nettie had to run away to save herself from Mr___ and he never revealed the letters from Nettie to Celie.

Then the turning point in the story, Shug decides to protect Celie! Their intimate relationship grows fast and Mr___ gradually moves away from these women's lives. The compassion between two souls encourage Celie to stand on her feet, empower to save herself. Nettie returns with the Celie's disappeared offspring. 

A great literary masterpiece, no wonder Alice Walker won the Pulitzer prize and the National Book award. I've read the book and watched the movie several years ago. Whoopi Goldberg's and Oprah Winfrey's acting skills are mesmerizing. 

The Color Purple novel is too good to ignore, here I'm reading again....


Monday, November 9, 2015

Books Review 3: Magam Soliya, Loveena, Adaraneeya Victoria and Thrimana Kiyaweemak

I hardly find time to read books these days but some how managed to read these three books written by Mohan Raj Madawala. These four books are written in Sinhala. The language, writing style, storyline are quite unexpected, bold and beyond the accepted norms.

I began reading from 'Adaraneeya Victoria', then 'Loveena' and 'Magam soliya' before reading the critic reviews book, 'Thrimana kiyaweemak'. My reading order is not same as the publishing order, the three books are not a series or related to each other. However, the first publication was 'Magam soliya', then 'Loveena' and the latest is 'Adaraneeya Victoria'. The critic reviews book has been composed by another three contributors with the extracted comments from the Facebook. 

These three books contain three different flavors and story lines. The similarities between each other are; Every book based on an historical event but still a fiction (I think to make the story sound more realistic and develop the reader's curiosity he has used this trick), The most influencing characters are women (seduction evangelists), comprises erotic literature.

Even though I read these three books recently, the books were published in 2012, 2013 and 2014. Honestly , I discouraged myself to invest on these books after listening to other readers' suggestions and comments. If you have children, specially the immature teenagers.. I strongly recommend you to hide these books. The content may confuse someone at the door of adolescence. So that, until they reach the stage of identifying the difference between Black and White, please hide the books. To enjoy and understand these type of stories, an individual needs to have a developed , controlled mind and  wit!

Out of the three books, 'Adaraneeya Victoria' is the most successful compilation. 'Loveena' is better than 'Magam soliya' but 'Magam soliya' is a kind of a mental twirl and screw up your sanity if you don't pause a little to breath!


Thursday, November 5, 2015

Fading Youth...

Mixed Feelings!... I was younger last night. Only biologically or maybe not at all, I don't feel like a 30 something year old, one of the biggest technical errors with me (according to the smart people around, enjoying judging me)

I bought sarees and long skirts instead the usual 'cheeky and chic' options this week. I can feel something huge changing me right now, to look and behave more feminine, to be that silent, twinkling diva! Am I getting old?

I've been processing many questions inside my little head during the last couple of days. Mostly work related. I'll talk about (Later) how hard and easy can it be for an IT professional to revive the dead (in my case purposely killed) career life, specially when you are 'female' :).

This time my B'day was kind of less exciting, calm, disappointing and unexpected one. But that doesn't mean I'm unhappy, thanks to the finger few adorable, great people in my life, doing their best to maintain a genuine relationship with me... <3 So, dedicating this post for them. Thank you for loving me, thank you for always being there for me! Without all of you I'd have transformed into a 'tombstone'.

To all the misfits like me...


“Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do…”
― Rob Siltanen



HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!