>The Name’s Bond…… Ruskin Bond

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Young Bond
After completing Ayn Rand(about which i wanted to write so much, maybe in future…..), there was a void which i didn’t know how to fill. My reading habits are really lousy. I just can’t settle on a novel easily. I struggle with it for a while, if i win, i continue. Otherwise i have to look for a more docile, easily dominated novel. After unsuccessfully muscling it out with two novels, i finally decided to take up Ruskin Bond. I had bought two of his books recently, “Strangers in the Night-Two novellas” and “ Notes from a Small Room” -a collections of memoirs when he turned 65.

I had read some memoirs from “Notes from a Small Room” earlier and i was completely floored! It was in Ruskin Bond, that i found the writer whom i could relate to the most. It’s a different thing to appreciate the writings of other writers but it’s completely another to identify with someone’s writing. More than any other person, i can identify with Ruskin Bond’s writing. I remember it was a Sunday early afternoon on the roof. I was ecstatic, laughing like a raving madman, such joy reading those memoirs gave me. I was the joy of identification. An identification of yourself in this world. The fact that yes, some like you exists out there, and he is still practising what you’re hoping to practice. Those calm, serene but extremely beautiful passages about nature, detailed but never exploding into Wordsworthian grandeur. His quaintly humorous, half-mischievous, half-philosphical perspectives on the foibles of daily life of mountain people, life among common men, prejudices, love, envy, faith….he wafts gently on each aspects of both humanity and nature, without being hard, harsh and didactic. Just floating, like smoke in the air…it’s so beautiful :).

First,  “A Handful of Nuts”. Nice story. It’s difficult to put it into any category at all, it’s too non-serious and unbelievable to be autobiographical, and too realistic to be a full-fledged novella. It’s about Bond at the age of 21, living in Dehradoon, months before the publication of his first, prize-winning novel “The Room on the Roof” , in an indigent but satisfied state. His life, and lives of those around him, are neatly woven in a pattern, which sadly never fully grows into a proper plot. This is the only(but serious) sore point of the novella, it never gets serious enough about itself. It’s like smoke; shapeless, just a vague reminder of what it can be. But it was thoroughly enjoying anyways. The novella ends when the writer finally gets approval from publishers to serialize his first novel. The last paragraph is iconic, i totally swooned(just kidding 😀 )… “I couldn’t write the next day because i had a terrible hangover. But i started again the following day, and i have been writing ever since.”
The Sensualist was also nice read. Though i don’t know exactly what to say about it. It was an exotic tale about a man driven by intense sexual desire and prowess who goes too far in his conquests and is ultimately conquered and crushed by a village woman(sexually). The theme of the novel was quite esoteric and a little difficult to ponder about. I loved the parts describing the protagonists night-time wanderings in a railwayside town where he impulsively stopped in his journey to delhi. This novella too ended with a classic line: “I leave my dead self in the cave and continue my search for the perfect stranger in the night.”
“Notes in the Room” is a bedside book. I am in no hurry to complete it. This is what will remain, even after many years. What’s to hurry about then….go with the pace of nature….

Nowadays, he’s in news again, due to his new novel “Suzanna’s seven husbands” and the movie “7 Khoon Maaf” based on the novel, with the screenplay written by Bond himself. It’s good to see him alive and kicking at this age. Got to know one of my seniors met him recently at Jaipur Literary Festival. Wish you good health Mr. Bond, and many more years of serene awesome life for you and many more books of pure joy for us 🙂


Heck! I’ll say it anyway: Ruskin Bond Rules \m/
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Mitostargazer
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Author: Mitostargazer

I read. I write. I listen.

5 thoughts on “>The Name’s Bond…… Ruskin Bond”

  1. >I would suggest reading some short stories by him to get a feel of his writing, there's a plethora of them available, even in shop-c. And after you can switch on to novels n novellas soon, like "our trees still grow in dehra", "Room on the roof" etc….

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