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This weekend, I finished reading P.G. Wodehouse's Life At Blandings. It is a collection of three stories centered around Blandings Castle of Lord Emsworth. It's the first time I am reading anything from P.G. Wodehouse. I liked the first story, Something Fresh. That story was additionally advantaged because the writing style of spotting humor through extra-perceptive observations of daily life was new to me :) I laughed at every other sentence in this one. Not to forget the "dashed" good English :)
I thought the second story, Summer Lightning was slightly monotonous in comparison. The third one Heavy Weather, is again too good. It is in continuation of Summer Lightning and keeps up the humor.
It is a very entertaining book with a special style of writing of sophisticated use of common words along with use of many sophisticated words.
Saturday evening, I just wandered into some Rama Mandira in N.R. Colony and got caught for an hour or so under Carnatic classical music. First a young girl of about 10-12 was singing melodiously with skills of a highly learned scholar (that's how it seemed to an unskilled listener like me). I don't know her name but I think she is truly gifted. Just a "shruti box" and a tabla and her voice !! Felt like a full-fledged orchestra with her voice making up for other instruments.. That was followed by some "sisters" from Chennai, who also kept people tied to their seats with their singing and a great violin. I came back thinking, it is worth living..... for such moments :)
I thought the second story, Summer Lightning was slightly monotonous in comparison. The third one Heavy Weather, is again too good. It is in continuation of Summer Lightning and keeps up the humor.
It is a very entertaining book with a special style of writing of sophisticated use of common words along with use of many sophisticated words.
Saturday evening, I just wandered into some Rama Mandira in N.R. Colony and got caught for an hour or so under Carnatic classical music. First a young girl of about 10-12 was singing melodiously with skills of a highly learned scholar (that's how it seemed to an unskilled listener like me). I don't know her name but I think she is truly gifted. Just a "shruti box" and a tabla and her voice !! Felt like a full-fledged orchestra with her voice making up for other instruments.. That was followed by some "sisters" from Chennai, who also kept people tied to their seats with their singing and a great violin. I came back thinking, it is worth living..... for such moments :)