Monday, January 28, 2013

Review of "The bankster" by Ravi Subramanian..


I have not read many book reviews let alone done one, and little did I know that this book review which is my first is going to be a bit of tug-o-war due to some miscommunication. First things first, I am doing a review of “The Bankster” by Mr. Ravi Subramanian who has already produced some wonderful bank based thrillers. Although I am reading him for the first time, I liked what I read.

I am an illiterate when it comes to the corporate world and their functioning so I was eager to know about the functioning of banks, especially the multinationals, I am glad to say that I did pick up a few details about how the banks actually work and what goes on in their employees’ mind. Add to it the spice of thriller and it becomes an intellectual treat.
The best thing about thrillers is that  they whisk your troubled mind away from your monotonous, and dull paced life (I mean come on, who gets to have a stint with international criminals and huge scaled frauds) and thankfully Mr. Subramaninan’s novel was no exception. It is quite indulging in itself.
A good novel is always made great by its characters and some of the characters have been etched well and even the most basic reader (like me) could easily relate to their state of mind.
I have never been very good at geography and hence it was refreshing to read about so many cities and countries in one novel (except for navi Mumbai which is second home for me). However at places I did find some unnecessary leaps from country to country in order to explain various events ( eg.Blood diamonds were wasted in vain.) Agreed fiction writing gives you the creative liberty to take you places but at times there was too much of shuffling between countries , which lead to confusion.
The linking of various controversies was done intricately and beautifully apart from the places where there were too many coincidences (Harshita choosing Vienna as vacation spot.)
I found the language understandably simple ( for the classes) but the usage of Hindi slangs and sentences was and will always be a turn off for me. I cant overlook the fact that Mr. Subramanian has used Hindi quite lavishly. It does raise some questions about the writer’s ability to express himself in the chosen language.
When I read a thriller I expect it to make an impact on my mind strong enough to keep me mentally intrigued about it for days. The bankster did that , although not for desired length of time but substantial. It did raise some questions about the credibility of our own trusted cluster of people, it made me think about the efficiency of corporate world(no offence to my own bank , Kotak, they are exceptional.)
The biggest flaw I found with the whole story was the lack of a defined protagonist in the first half of the book. He is introduced after a major chunk of the plot is revealed. Though he is a treat for the mind in the way he works through the puzzle, the eyes are missing something. I wanted to know how does he look? What does he wear? Is he geeky or muscled up? I don’t know whether people want that description or not, but I am a sucker for descriptions, be it of a place or a person. I want to be able to picture the scenes as they unfold even when I am not reading the book.
The protagonist is the backbone of a thriller and I always try to have some kind of connection with him/her, be it sympathy, hatred, anger, love in short any shade of emotion but as the hero of the novel Karan Punjabi didn’t evoke any such emotion.
If I have to sum up the whole thing I will say if you ignore some minor flaws (like such an intricate, huge criminal web involving CIA was spun by an Indian, seems improbable) and predictable turn of events, you will surely enjoy reading “The Bankster”, though it cant be compared with the likes of Jeffrey Archer or Sidney Sheldon, Mr. Subramanian has his own unique way of weaving a thriller which does hold the readers.


Ravi Subramanian can be found here

Sunday, January 6, 2013

...and the world was silent again..

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 35; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "...and the world was silent again"


Somehow, I am not able to write any substantial articles now a days, earlier I thought it was due to my lack of time, weird schedule and irregular diurnal rhythm. I tried mending it but to no avail, then I thought may be personal troubles and stress has finally got to my creative bug and I tried writing in peace. Problem grew tougher and stronger, then I realized its a cumulative effect of all these things. True it is that if life was not so complicated and the world was not spinning so fast its a wonderful place to be in.

The ostentatious breed is proliferating and the true beings have stopped to breathe. You look around and you realize you are surrounded by strange faces whom you dont even recognize.
How many times has this happened with you people that you woke up and realized that there is a longing, a deep seated aching that makes you feel lost and helpless?
How many times has this happened that you are going through the monotonous routine of your life, shuffling through various mundane tasks at a time and suddenly you realize you have gone deaf and the world was silent again, except for your beating heart that too in vain?

Well I hate to admit it publicly but I guess it needs courage to admit that I have hit the lowest ever of my life in every sphere and the world is indeed  silent again for me...

What am I doing to cope with it?? I really dont know.....

                                                            to be continued.
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