Aadhe Aadhure: A hindi book review



My native language is Hindi or more of Hindustani with a mix of Hindi and Urdu. I am not really ashamed to accept it like many people are. Someone once told me that it’s really nice to be ESL. There are some stories which connect with you in the home tongue only. This is a review of the Hindi book.

Some time ago I watched a play called “Adhe-adhure”. The play was enacted during some theater festival. I was still new to play then. All I knew was that it is going to be a melodrama and that the play has been played by different actors since 1950. That’s really a long time for a story to survive. Another important fact of the play was that the one male actor played the role of five characters. Sounds intriguing, yes? That’s what pulled me to the play. Amidst the darkness of the theater, I was sucked into the story and left gasping at the end with a question of  “is this the end?” and yet with a lingering relief that the writer ended the story on the right note.

The story was of a woman who is trying to find her completeness in different men. The family is rife with strife. The kids have grown up in the midst of arguments. The story showed a married daughter returning to that angst-ridden home to find out what was that thing that she took from her home that keeps her from being happy? What’s that thing which bothers her even if everything is going fine with her husband and at her home?

It has been months since I watched the play. I had even forgotten the name of the play and actors. But those dialogues stayed in my mind. As if buried in my subconscious, at times, their bones rattled in my mind. I did not remember the complete dialogues, but yet I could smell them in my thoughts. It was like the smell of the sulphur in the chemistry lab of my school which just refused to leave me alone. I washed and washed and washed, but sometime or the other, it will be there again. I wanted to know the exact wordings, the exact lines that were said. Then I started hunting for the name of the play again. Checked the schedule of NCPA. Checked newspaper articles of that time. Conferred with the friend who accompanied me. Singled out the director’s name, Lillite Dubey. And then Googled. Finally, I had the name. Aadhe Adhure. Incomplete, it means. I needed to know that dialogue. It was like I was incomplete. So I went on and searched for the screening of the play. No success as the play was re-enacted once as a tribute to the original play.

But there was a book. A script of that play. I just checked to see if the book was in Hindi because I was sure English translation won’t have the same effect. It just can’t hit you that hard. My purchase was made once I was sure that the book was in Hindi.

It was a book whose story I already knew, already understood, yet reading it left me gasping once more. The whole story was verbatim same; I could see the actors playing the roles, yet it was a different experience. I had the heightened awareness of the dialogues and nuances presented in the story. When I came to that dialogue, I almost cried with relief. And when I reached the end, I raged at myself. How could I not see the male chauvinism in the play? How could I read something which saw women as such?

The story was the same. A main male character, a husband, who doesn’t work anymore and feels like a burden. The main female character, a wife, who works and feels burdened by handling everything. A boss whose favors the wife seeks for the betterment of her son. A son who scoffs at her efforts and can’t believe that she will hide her neediness behind him. A daughter who has returned from her husband’s place again to her parents’ home—without any money, without anything. There comes my favorite dialogue (Attaching the picture for those who understand Hindi):


The play ends in the dialogue in which husband’s friend tells the wife that she is the one who is responsible for the pathetic state the main male character is in. Then comes my anger on why the writer didn’t seem to understand the plight of the women, the question on why didn’t writer delve into the character to understand the wife’s motivation and her reasons for discontentment.

Overall, it is a book which left a sour taste in my mind, but it is something which I will read again and again and again.

What I liked

Masterful dialogues. This is a play, and dialogues have to be effective for it to be successful. But the exchange of dialogues in the play is amazing.

What I did not like

The unbalanced scales of attitude towards men and women. The  story leans strongly in favor of men. Everything is blamed directly on the women. This fact has been identified in the introduction of the play as well, but the fact that it is there doesn’t go unnoticed till the end. Probably I did not notice it during the play because of the actors’ judgment and sympathies towards the women, but it is glaring in the book.

Overall Opinion:

I will give this book five stars. Everything in it is masterfully executed. Despite my anger and my hatred towards the treatment of women in the story, I loved it.

Five Stars


Snow Queen: A Short Story REview

It has been so long since I read short story or reviewed it or talked about it.  I recently read Snow Queen and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hence this small Sunday review.


There is a magazine called Timeless Tales magazine which I enjoy, not only for reading but also for prompting my creativity. The prompt for coming season in the magazine is Snow Queen. And then I realized that there is a story of Hans Christian Andersen which I have not read.


It was totally my loss– the story is awesome. It is a bit of a longish tale with seven stories combined into one, but each tale carries its own magic. And more importantly I believe that the story describes how we all grow old. The story talks of a goblin-made-fault-finding mirror which shatters and enters into the eyes of the humans and makes them see the fault in everyone. Isn’t it true for our growing up as well? As we grow up, we start seeing more of faults then the good qualities in everything. And then we get lost like the characters of the story in one or the other thing– without knowing the reason why are we lost.


I absolutely adored the story. I am not sure what I will be able to write for the magazine, but it was a very interesting reading at least.  As the story progressed I could see the story which inspired Chronicles of Narnia(it felt inspired to me for the Edward’s abduction section at least) and Frozen(although the story is too altered).


That’s all for today. Oh, and for my writer friends, the Timeless Tales magazine is a paid magazine for short story submission, in case you are inspired.

Medusa– a villain or a heroine?

Today I’m going to talk about the story which has been written so many times that nobody knows what its true face was– story of Medusa and Perseus.

How I got entangled

I have always been fascinated by Greek mythology. Gods and Goddesses there are so humanely fallible that they make a perfect subject for reading and thinking. But my knowledge of Greek myth is quite lacking. I just recently started reading them.

So I just need an excuse to learn more. The excuse this time was generated by a magazine called Timeless Tales.  This magazine focuses on the rewriting of the classic myths/fairy/folk tales. I have never been published there, but I do enjoy reading and writing the stories for their theme– mostly because it just tickles my muse to turn an already written story round and round. The theme for the submission for next year is Medusa And Perseus. The submission window has not been announced yet, but Medusa’s name captivated me.

The only thing I knew about Medusa was that she had snakes instead of hair and she, like Basilik of Harry Potter, has deadly stare. So, there I was firing Google and flitting from article to article, trying to make some sense of the story of Perseus. It looked pretty straight forward thing. But then I typed in the word Medusa.

Let me recount some things I discovered about who was Medusa.

Wikipedia says:

“Medusa was originally a ravishingly beautiful maiden, “the jealous aspiration of many suitors,” but because Poseidon had raped her in Athena‘s temple, the enraged Athena transformed Medusa’s beautiful hair to serpents and made her face so terrible to behold that the mere sight of it would turn onlookers to stone.[6] In Ovid’s telling, Perseus describes Medusa’s punishment by Minerva (Athena) as just and well earned.”

I read it and wondered “Whaaat! Reaaaaaalllllyy?”

Another site told her story as Athena’s punishment for her pride:

Unfortunately, Medusa was very proud of her beauty and thought or spoke of little else.  Each day she boasted of how pretty she was and each day her boasts became more outrageous.

Then there are essays which says that Medusa is a symbolism of the world moving from matriarchal to patriarchal society. And then there are novels which give their spin on Medusa’s story. It feels weird to read about a story which has been twisted so much that its truth is indecipherable.  I don’t believe that anybody would write a story (let alone make it a God’s story) with so much of injustice, but then Greek myths are full of such examples.

I have not written the retelling I wanted to write, neither I have got an idea, but I know one thing–Medusa is going to be my heroine in some story– maybe for the Timeless tales, or may be for my personal collection.

P.S.- If you have time and inclination, do read the latest issue of the magazine. No, I’m not published there(I didn’t even write for this theme), but the stories there in are fabulous.