Mock, Stalk & Quarrel – A Collection of Satirical Tales by Indrani Ganguly
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Mock, Stalk and Quarrel is a delightful collection of 29 tales of situations that we’ve all witnessed in some way. The voices and subject matter of the tales vary.
In some we see very familiar political or media personalities, in others we see a lackadaisical attitude towards Ones job or family, in others we see neglected children. The cross section cuts across gender, religion and socioeconomic status. The underlying theme in every story is the hypocrisy we find in all areas of society particularly in those that claim to be serving our society. I also see it, maybe due to my own personal journey in 2016, to take a long hard look in the mirror and see which of these I may be guilty of.
I think it’s very fitting that I read this close to the end of the year. I think New Years is a great time for reflection, and my own personal journey has led me to a point where I need to identify my own hypocrisy and blind spots and I think there are some very poignant examples of how we can slip into that, within the pages of this collection.
The one great thing with the satirical tone of these stories is that they tackled heavy subjects often with a light hearted approach and tone. Humour is a much easier way to absorb some of these social ills than a style that is very heavy and intense. This has been a year of a great many changes for our country, so that adds a whole other element to what I brought to this collection.
Overall a great light read, and the fact that there are 29 stories means that there are 29 different styles each with their own nuances and perspectives. I would definitely recommend this one 🙂
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Screams met by silence because
Of course they only echo
Within my own consciousness
Reverberating off the
Edges of images past
Blurred, greyed and coloured by
Wishful thinking, hindsight tinted
By hopes, dreams, desires
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Dear Mahesh Shah,
For the last ten days I have been begging for forgiveness. Begging for forgiveness for whatever twists of fate led me to purchase furniture (through Pepperfry) from Hometown. I’d had an awesome experience with Pepperfry as long as it was their customer service, deliveries and carpenter services, but with Hometown I have had an absolutely awful experience.
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Words, it bears remembering
Are simply acoustics, sounds
And breath warmed by the body
Mixed till sweet, sour, bitter or pungent
They cannot break your skin,
Choke air from lungs, pierce organs,
Burst arteries or sever limbs
Yet somehow they tear through
Eardrums, towards skull, seeking
Deepest abscesses of minds
Darkest corners of souls
Rooting out the weakest spots
Ravaging them like carnivores
Eating away at the spirit
Till your heart shrinks,
collapsing Into itself,
your sense of being shatters
And you kneel, trying to gather up
The shards of who you used to be
Squeezing ragged edges together,
cutting yourself on the sharp points
Of memory, insecurity and failure
Till the cracks finally stick
And you can pretend you are whole again
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The lobby smells of cream, that’s the only way I can describe it. It’s a nice comforting scent that lingers in the entrance area – not too strong not too weak – the baby bear of smells. I stand in the room surveying the space around me carefully.
There is a long hallway of an entrance with a washroom on the left hand side. If I stand facing the entrance there are a series of closets on my right, a balcony on my left and an arguably excessively large wooden panel in front of me, presumably for mounting the mini home theatre system someone has decided I will undoubtedly own. Continue Reading »
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Questions, emotions, thoughts
Stew in the recesses of my mind
Winds gathering speed
Bitter-tinged words rise from my heart
Up hoarse overworked vocal cords
Clawing their way to my tongue
I stop. I open my mouth. I swallow.
Air gushing, throat clamped in protest
My heart, a disgruntled woodpecker
Hammering away, willing shallow breaths
It cannot win. I open my mouth. I exhale.
The words that were never mine
That threatened to consume me
In dark places within and without.
They die at my lips, casualties of the storm.
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My Inverted Rainbow
My grandmother introduced me to the world of colors when I was in second grade. Every afternoon she sat by my side and together we colored the newspaper cartoons with color pastels. Soon after that, she read out my favorite folk tales and put me to sleep before I went out to play. Grandma tells me that as a kid, I loved painting the apple blue, the forest red and the sky green.
I distinctly remember having a big diamond shaped prism. I would sit by the window, let the sunlight pass through it, and jump in joy as the spectrum of colors inverted on the lavender wall in the living room. I felt thrilled on having inverted the rainbow. This was my rainbow – I had reversed the order, and there was no compulsion to set it “right”. Creative distortions fascinated me and the…
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