Couldn't complete the 'Night Train to Gibson' but finished reading Manil Suri's "The Age Of Siva". I liked the simplicity of his language and originality of his story. It was as if he was writing a diary about his characters, being a witness to their day-to-day life. He tells his long story in simple chapters without losing our curiosity even though it is all about a middle class woman's struggle to live her life well.
As an woman mislead in all her life; first by her sister, then father and then husband and in the end, she clings to her only son for support. But when the relationship between the mother and son becomes so possessive and distructive, the boy himself finds a solution by staying away from his mom for a while, in a boys hostel.
She at first finds it difficult to come to terms with her son's departure and tries to commit suicide. She finds her life is worthless without her son. But in the end, with the help of her girl friend, she comes to terms with the life and accepts her life as it is. She join in an institution to further her studies, making her eligible to get a better job but still finds it difficult to come out from the world of her son' teenage life... like Radha contemplating her Krishna, she contemplates on her Son.
I think the author tries to show the stupidity of Indian women who put their own life at the mercy or on the hands of others to decide their future, by simply forgetting what their real dreams are or totally neglecting their own strengths.
As an woman mislead in all her life; first by her sister, then father and then husband and in the end, she clings to her only son for support. But when the relationship between the mother and son becomes so possessive and distructive, the boy himself finds a solution by staying away from his mom for a while, in a boys hostel.
She at first finds it difficult to come to terms with her son's departure and tries to commit suicide. She finds her life is worthless without her son. But in the end, with the help of her girl friend, she comes to terms with the life and accepts her life as it is. She join in an institution to further her studies, making her eligible to get a better job but still finds it difficult to come out from the world of her son' teenage life... like Radha contemplating her Krishna, she contemplates on her Son.
I think the author tries to show the stupidity of Indian women who put their own life at the mercy or on the hands of others to decide their future, by simply forgetting what their real dreams are or totally neglecting their own strengths.
