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The Winner Stands Alone: A Review

   I loved Paulo Coelho's, The Alchemist. I admit. But this book certainly lost me in the first few pages. But, I kept on reading. I rarely leave a book half-way through. In The Winner Stands Alone, the author hates cell phones, dark glasses, movie producers, the rich and the famous, the power class whom he calls "the superclass", with their private jets, Bot-ox injections and expensive cars. He is not too much in favor of the ordinary people. He criticizes them as well. The central character of the novel, Igor the Russian executive is a creepy psycho, who kills without rhyme or reason and goes about "destroying universes".
  The whole story occurs in Cannes with the film festival as the backdrop. Coelho compares Cannes to Sodom and Gomorrah. For an author like Paolo Coelho who so blatantly expresses despise for all things worldly or glamorous like the Cannes film festival in this book, I am surprised how he agreed to the movie production of his best seller The Alchemist. And I wondered often during the read, why the author even considered writing  more than 300 pages about things which he expresses as immoral and foolish. Well, that I cannot answer.
   Therefore, as much as I love some of Paolo Coelho's books, and have been inspired by them, I have to be honest and give this book a 2.5/5. Sorry!
   If you are an avid reader go ahead pick this book. But if reading is a rare thing for you, do not read this book. So friends decide for yourself if you would give the book a try.

The Monsoon Memoirs

I remember the anticipation of the monsoon

My small world waiting for the rains

The respite it brought to the dusty roads

And sweltering summer heat

The welcome sheets of gray shielding the sun

I remember the downpours during the summer holidays

Making paper boats for the gutters

Leaning out the window feeling the spray on my face

My mother calling out to me 

Handing me a bowl of hot spicy peanuts

I remember how the sea looked in the rain

Giant waves taunting the skies

The wild wind sweeping the rain

I still have not forgotten

How the rain and sea became one 

I  remember the walks in the rain

A tree under which I stood

The emerald rain drops dripping from the leaves

The sparkling eyes of a boy I loved
Who walked with me twice in the rain

Chicago Again

Excitement! Contemplation! Frustration!  Contemplation! Excitement!

That's what's been going on in my world for the past few days. The new job offer excited us. Chicago! The city I love more than any other in this country. Its my second home. This was where I found my independence. And it was here I first tasted the joys and sorrows of adulthood. The excitement soon faded. The deliberation about the move began and we finally decided to move. The drive here was frustrating with detours due to landslides. Not an exciting start exactly. The frustration further doubled when the apartment hunt started. I hated every one of the apartments we saw. Was this place always so dirty, crowded and expensive! Phew! I almost forgot. Finally we found a more than decent apartment complex, the management calls them luxury apartments. Well, for Chicago perhaps. After weighing in our priorities, budget and commute time we finally decided to sign the lease. A conversation with our friends last night reminded us why we loved this city so much. They moved here recently but unlike us it was their first time in the city. We went to great lengths describing Chicago, the good things and the bad, where to go and what to see, what not to miss, and so on. During the conversation we re-visited the whole city. That was when we remembered why we loved Chicago so much. And once again the excitement returned. So our emotions like our lives are turning a full circle. And for now, Chicago it is!

The Green Woolen Cap

   Rain or shine she went for her run at the Mallard Creek Green-way at 6 in the am every single day. She had been running for 10 years now. It was not an awfully long run. She would run for 30 minutes into the park, and then run back to the entrance. Her routine hardly changed, except occasionally when her guilt reminded her of her visit to her favorite pizza place or ice cream shop on the previous evening. She devoted an hour of her life every single day to this task. She struggled to get out of bed sometimes, but anyhow she did it. She rarely missed her jogs except for when she broke her leg, or her grandmother died or when her 5 year old nephew ran away from home. When, Anita suffered a minor stroke at the shocking age of 30 she took an oath to herself, that she would never let it happen to her again.
She just celebrated her 40th birthday last month and she was in the best shape of her life. She lived alone in her own town home. Anita crossed paths with a number of people everyday during her run. She nodded at some, and smiled at a few. There was one person or two who would stop and exchange a greeting or a few words with her. She did not know most of their names or where any one them lived. She called them her running buddies. She referred to them that way when she occasionally  talked to her friends about weird running patterns or outfits, or a major fashion faux-pas that she noticed. One of their favorites was the bright orange jersey man who took gigantic strides.  It looked like his legs made up more than three quarters of his body's height. The first time Anita saw him, it was from a distance and all she could see were his legs, and then his torso emerged. Then there was this girl in tiny running shorts, She wore the same every day even in the winter months. She passed a good looking man in a fluorescent green cap each morning. It was a woolen cap and she often wondered why he wore that on warm days too. She did not know his name, but he always saw her in the eye and smiled. She loved the way he smiled. She did not think she was attracted to him but there was something about him that made him hard to forget. She looked forward to seeing him every day and she enjoyed their brief encounters. There were times when she remembered his twinkling blue eyes when she looked for some recluse on a particularly difficult day. On this particular day she did not see him and wondered why. Then there was this couple who always wore matching t-shirts and they walked on alternate days. This was due to the man's bad knee the lady said, information she got without asking for it. She did not want to be rude to her so she listened to her occasional monologues.  A young college athlete always ran at the same time. Or was he a bolt of lightning, it was hard for Anita to say from the speed of his running. She did not know a whole lot about any of these people but somehow felt they were all a part of her life. And when she did not see the regulars on a particular day she missed them and was always surprised why. Suddenly her thoughts drifted to her work day.
    Soon after her run, she had just enough time to take a shower and and grab a bagel before she got to work. She was a forensic pathologist and worked for the Charlotte-Macklenburg Police Department. She went over the list of  things she had to do this morning. She knew there was a body lined up for autopsy. She received a message late last night that there had been a deadly accident on the interstate and one person died. Anita loved watching crime dramas as a kid. And when she was ready to go to college she instantly knew which career path she would take. She was always fascinated how science had  answers to questions  pertaining to the manner and cause of death by examining a corpse. She dreamed of solving every murder mystery that came her way. She decided to study forensic medicine. As soon as she graduated she landed a job in the police department and performed various autopsies. Though she did not solve every homicide case as she had fantasized as a student, she was still happy and content with her job. She handled other kinds of autopsies too on accident victims or deaths caused due to unnatural causes. She took her job seriously and felt that any kind of information that she could extract from the corpse was significant to either the police or the near and dear ones of the demised.
    She parked her car and entered the building. The department of forensic medicine was located on the 5th floor. She occasionally took the stairs, but she was running late this morning and decided to take the elevator. She entered her office and sat at her desk. She briefly glanced through the incoming mail piled up on her desk, and the reports she had to send out soon. She checked her e-mails, and decided to send out replies later in the day. It was time to get to the autopsy room. She went to the prep room adjoining the actual autopsy room. Her assistant had already arrived. He greeted her and talked about their work of the day. He told her that the body of an accident victim had arrived late last night, and that he had finished the preliminary external examination. The body was ready for the actual autopsy and was on the "body block". Anita thanked him and he helped her get into her medical apron. She went into the autopsy room and before proceeding to he table she decided to go through the belongings of the deceased person and catalogue them properly. This was standard procedure. It was her technician's job, but this morning for no particular reason, Anita decided to do it herself. She stood over the table where the victim's clothes and other personal effects were neatly lined up. She took one glance around the table and she froze. She felt her legs going weak and desperately wanted to drop on her knees. She just kept staring and staring. Anita could not muster the courage to move a single finger. Time stopped ticking. She did not know how long she kept staring at the things laid out before her, until her assistant shook her shoulders. "Anita! Anita! What is the matter? Are you okay, do you want to sit, would you like a drink of water?"  She heard his words, but they made absolutely no sense to her. She kept staring for a few more minutes and then turned away.  Anita walked to the phone attached to the wall. She called the other pathologist on-duty that day and asked him if he could kindly cover this particular autopsy. The colleague agreed and she ended the call. She walked towards the exit that opened to the corridor. She was almost at the door when she stopped dead in her tracks. She walked back to the table and opened the wallet, she found the ID and read the name of the person it had belonged to. Anita took another long look at the table and left the room. She went through the day in a blur. An inexplicable  grief took over her mind and body.  She did not know how the day went by, and finally it was time for her to go home.
    Anita reached home. The sun was about go down.  She went to sit on the patio. She sat staring at the setting sun, lost in her thoughts. The sky drew darker and darker, and Anita just sat there. She finally closed her eyes,  tear drops rolling down her cheek. The friendly face now has a name. For what she saw on the table amongst other things was a very familiar fluorescent green cap made with wool.