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down to writing again. In between, I did so many forgotten things like, finishing a NOVEL from start to end…This was my nostalgic moment of the year and what a way to witness it. I read Truth, Love and Malice, the autobiography of Khushwant Singh.
It’s a wonderful novel, which traces journey of one the most celebrated writer of this country. It gives you the inside story of the high and mighty, we have had all these years and what they were really like. My opinion about Khushwant Singh has mostly been formed through some of his columns I have read, reading women in life and History of Sikhs(volume-1), watching train to Pakistan, the movie, and hearing from family members from him.
Frankly speaking, the family around me does not think very highly of him…Could be because of him being atheist. “Women in my life” was a semi porn novel
and was fun during college days. Appreciating it now would raise lot of eyebrows and his columns are enjoyable but not out of world.
Still deep down I was always intrigues by this personality and wanted to read on what made him so sought after and then out of nowhere, Sandeep passed this novel to me and i got hooked to it.
Few points worth enjoying in this memoir are:
- You witness history from the eyes of someone, who has literally lived a whole century or is one verge of completing one. The whole novel is gripping and entertaining from start to end.
- Khushwant Singh is not diplomatic in bringing out incidents with the high and mightiest of the era gone by. He is just blunt in his views about everyone from Nehru, Indira Gandhi to Menon and this is the best part about the novel. He stays truthful to himself and in the process; he brings out the real untold stories of these personalities, who have this clean image. In case you have a chance to read this novel, do read about this particular incident where he asks Meera Kumari, the yesteryears famous actress on who she is and she snubs him on his face.
- How many times have you heard a writer admitting in his autobiography, about him being a failure? Khushwant Singh frankly accepts that he was a failure as a lawyer and if it wasn’t for his dad, they would have seriously struggled to meet ends. His love for writing helped him and helped his reach, where he is today. Do read about his law practice in Lahore.
- His tenure in Parliament, where he was recommended by Congress and he turns against them after operation blue star. The humor associated with how our parliamentarians treat parliament as a joke is worth reading and is worth reading.
- His stint in Hindustan Times is most enjoyable. This is the time when he starts writing his famous column, which is published till date in the newspaper.
I do disagree with him on one point, which also happened to be the most awaited chapter of his novel.
It was about his views on God. It’s no secret that he is an Atheist. Still, he has translated Japji and has read Guru Granth sahib thoroughly and agrees to the fact that it gives him peace to hear to rehras, he evening prayer of Sikhs. It was hard ot digest that he is an atheist or it could be me being a Sikh and finding it hard to find a Sikh, who does not believe in god but still is unshaven and has never cut his hair .
Khushwant Singh writes about his look providing him a belonging to the community, where he was much revered, after his course of actions, post operation blue star but somehow I find hypocrisy in his claim to be an Atheist.
Anyways it’s his personal opinion and disepit the disagreement, I share the same opinion as him on how the pundits, maulvis, granthis have manipulated our religion. Today we are ready to slaughter anyone on the religion on drop of a pin and follow these manipulative so called leaders of our religion, we recite shaloks from our holy books, whose meaning are hardest to explain, assuming it will help us in attaining salvation and when out of the temple, we are back to what we do best, now let me not get into all this J.
No wonder, the complicated the language of our recitals is, the more we believe, it will get us nearer to God., I have seen my near and dear ones reading same lines for years without knowing a meaning of single word and forcing me to do it.
No wonder, I have started refusing it and they consider me a kind of outcast J
Alright, enough of gyaan…It’s time to wrap up the blog.
I just loved the novel and would highly recommend to anyone looking for a not so boring, not so intellectual and a simple, enjoyable autobiography.
And before I end, I was literally finding it hard to start writing on my blog and juts to maintain the flow, had taken to writing stupid movie reviews.
One chapter in the novel about how difficult it is to write, kind of inspired me and here I am back, doing what u do best….Writing and feeding fuel to my stupid Viewphoria.me
Cheers!!! J









