I let out an internal scream so loud, that the glass panes of the airport facade shattered to a thousand pieces. I imagined it to all accumulate and form one big hammer, which I wielded against just everyone who I could think of: the back-stabbing colleague who had made my day hell; the lost uber driver; the airline staff; the person sitting next to me playing bhajans from YouTube on loudspeaker - I hit them all. Hard. Over and over again.
There is a lot of online gyaan on personal finance management, but as with all the other online gyaans, there is way too much content on this as well, which often leaves you bewildered, on where to start from. And that is when this book by Monika Halan caught my attention while thrifting through an airport book shop.
The thing I loved the most is the strong portrayal that Trevor carries out throughout the book about his mother – a headstrong woman, a rebel, an optimist and an ardent Christian.
She talks about the dying professions that are now mostly redundant, given the lifestyle advancements we have all made. Now culturally exhausted, having lived out their natural lives, these professions have become an anachronism.
The book deals with war, the people who fight it, and the PTSD that follows. It’s hence definitely not an easy read, nevertheless, a must-read not only for policymakers, war proponents and military personnel but also for the usual civilians.
It is titillating to read about the unexploited and innocent people of these far-off lands, with the author sharing a brief history of their culture and civilization. But most importantly, this book urges you to put on your trekking shoes and walk that extra mile from the crowded hill stations to the less explored, to witness the true beauty that the Himalayas host!