Dumbfounded I sit thinking how little I know about the world. The experiences people have/had. How much deep the suffering can really be. I thought I have the deepest scar in my life suffering alone but here this lady has gone through things which stands way beyond my wildest imagination. Everything she wrote in this book felt like a fiction. I could hardly believe it is a memoir. I have heard/seen kids not going to schools because of various reasons. Staying home doing all odd jobs to help get food on the table. But life is still normal. As a kid, go help your father/mother at the construction site or farm to cultivate crops get some extra daily wage for the family for food on table or actually floor. But never did a thought cross mind what goes on in families like these when one of the parents is a bipolar/schizophrenic. It is super hard. A kid not going to school and growing up listening to the random imaginations of a schizophrenic paranoid patient, is almost like living in a cage....
In April 2021, I took my first driving class. Since then it was roller coaster ride in personal life. Finally in August 2022, I restarted my driving practice in Maruti 800 with my sister. This was my first time on a vehicle. I lacked road sense, had loads of unknown fear, feared every tiny thing on road. Even a slightest noise or sound while driving would startle me and if sound was from back, I would turn back. Then began my sister’s wedding preparations in March 2023. Now there was no choice. We were in road almost 12 hours a day. Driving to charminar, banjara hills, jublee hills, secunderabad all over the city. After couple of days in Maruti 800, we switched to Baleno. Summers were unbearable without ac in car. My gradual practice in baleno suddenly turned into drives to begum bazar, late night koti market along with my sister. Towards the end it was solo driving to all kinds of narrow congested roads in kushaiguda market for paper plates, water bottles, nagaram for ice cream, ecil ...
Probably one of the worst books I have read over time. I don't recommend it to anyone. Thankfully it was a short book of 250 pages around. I couldn't bear more anyway. It was published in July 1991 and I am reading it in December 2017 during my Masters in United States. I believe many things have changed since then. The pun and jokes comparing American life and Indian life have become commonplace. They didn't give me those laughs where it was intended. Also, really hated the English of Gopal. I know that poor Indian english was intentional but I didn't like reading it. It made reading little slow. These days, I don't think anyone talks in such poor english anyway. It is a
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