is born. He dies. Between the two events lies his tragicomic lifetime, a
cocktail of emotions, thoughts, ideas and actions. He bobs along under the
delusion of a well-planned order but life awaits him at blind turns. He may
then howl, shards tearing into his soul or he may choose to let the blood sing
in his veins. In either case, the mask slips often.
than charge like the Light Brigade, most mince along, watching their step,
glancing behind, primed to ward off ambush. This treacherous negotiation calls
for skills. We compromise, we pretend, we condemn, we judge and on rare
occasions we take courage and are kind.
is those bitter sweet increments we live in that these super short yarns seek
to capture and reflect. Written for the busy, they entertain and educate,
leaving you to ponder long after you have sat back, fighting a frown and a
the India of the nineteen eighties, ambition was not a nice word, only losers
enrolled in the humanities stream at senior school and the word most often used
to describe life was “struggle”. Neerja Sangha’s path received further
definition when she married into the armed forces. There was always a given way
of going about things.
was good, regulated enough to ensure security yet elastic enough to tolerate
the occasional adventure. The natural thing to do would have been to cruise
along. But what does one do when a person’s default setting is frozen at
‘challenging’? A keen eye moreover, for the unending byplays in human lives and
the desire to assert integrity inspired her narrative of the truth as she saw
author’s fuel was a memory of the girl she was at seventeen when her hands
would shake riffling the latest issue of ‘The Illustrated Weekly’, she wanted
to become a writer that badly.
patterned her life along the dictum of ‘to learn is to live’, she studies
Spanish and attends Piano lessons today. Brought up to believe that life is
given to each of us in trust, this book is a validation of that spirit.