Some of us are working right through the festivities, so excuse us for not hand-wrapping gifts or dropping by with a box of artisanal chocolates and heartfelt season’s greetings. We are, however, very thankful for the day or two off, and here’s our exciting list of things to do while surviving the festive chaos:
The new Salman Rushdie or the new Orhan Pamuk:
Two Years Eight Months And Twenty-Eight Nights is not Rushdie’s best – the novel begins with a jinnia called Dunia who gets her heart broken, and then hundreds of years later, the story encompasses in itself a whole world of stories. Plenty of sly humour, fantasy and east-west explosion in his 12th novel.
A Strangeness In My Mind is not Pamuk’s best. It’s the story of an ordinary street vendor, and through him, the story of the sprawling city of Istanbul. This saga, Pamuk’s ode to the city he lives in, will help you escape from the mess of yours.
The new John Grisham or the new Nicholas Sparks:
Bestsellers, obviously. The first is a legal thriller – and even after 30 years of Grisham’s books, it’s clever. The second (surprisingly) is a romantic thriller (not very thrilling), but if you love Sparks, you will always love Sparks.
The last episodes of Downton Abbey:
If you live alone or are lonely in general, nothing is more comforting than the lives of Lord Grantham’s family and the “downstairs staff”. This is the last season, but every episode has been a happy one so far, and will fill you with warmth.
But mostly to figure what the fuss is about. We loved phone songs till the 1990s when love and telephones were a legit thing. Remember Prince’s How Come You Don’t Call Me? (or the Alicia Keys cover). But the only thing real about Adele and her flip phone in the video is the bad network in the beginning.
A Barjatya marathon:
Sooraj Barjatya never told us it’s all about loving your family. The whole point was to love his. So until Prem Ratan Dhan Payo, watch the paarivaarik adaptaion of the Ramayan: Hum Saath Saath Hain.
Another attempt at stomaching Quantico:
One more bad episode and we’ll abandon it forever. But we NEED TO KNOW WHO BLEW UP GRAND CENTRAL STATION. So, I reckon, I’m going to read fan theories and be done with it instead.
Not watching Spectre, because we can’t:
(Almost) literally the whole world will have watched it before us – we were supposed to get it on November 6 but apparently, the release has been postponed so it doesn’t clash with Prem Ratan Dhan Payo. So let’s collectively sulk.
From HT Brunch, November 1
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