Monday, March 17, 2008

The Inheritance of Loss

The Inheritance of Loss -: by Kiran Desai

People say that this is quite a depressing novel but I thoroughly enjoyed it, purely for the style in which it has been written. I agree that novel doesn’t have that Masaala value, but its my type. In a way I found it quite close to The Suitable Boy.

Some quotes, for my reference:

Description of Love

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.

But so fluid a thing was love. It wasn’t firm, he was learning, it wasn’t a scripture; it was a wobbliness that lent itself to betrayal, taking the mold of whatever he poured it into. And in fact, it was difficult to keep from pouring it into numerous vessels. It could be used for all kinds of purposes. . . . He wished it were a constraint. It was truly beginning to frighten him.

Another dimension of Love

He had anticipated this and had tried to indicate to her long before how she must look at love; it was tapestry and art; the sorrow of it, the loss of it, should be part of the intelligence, and even a sad romance would be worth more than any simple bovine happiness. Years ago, as a student at Oxford, Uncle Potty had considered himself a lover of love. He looked up the word in the card catalog and brought back armfuls of books; he smoked cheroots, drank port and Madeira, read everything he could from psychology to science to pornography to poetry, Egyptian love letters, ninth century Tamilian erotica. . . . There was the joy of the chase and the joy of the fleeing, and when he set off on practical research trips, he had found pure love in the most sordid of spots, the wrong sides of town where the police didn’t venture; medieval, tunneling streets so narrow you had to pass crabwise past the drug dealers and the whores; where, at night, men he never saw ladled their tongues into his mouth. There had been Louis and André, Guillermo, Rassoul, Johan and Yoshi, and "Humberto Santamaria," he had once shouted atop a mountain in the Lake District for an elegant amour. Some loved him while he didn’t love them; others he loved madly, deeply, and they, they didn’t love him at all. But Sai was up too close to appreciate his perspective.

Political scenario at that time

The country, Sai noted, was coming apart at the seams: police unearthing militants in Assam, Nagaland, and Mizoram; Punjab on fire with Indira Gandhi dead and gone in October of last year; and those Sikhs with their Kanga, Kachha, etc., still wishing to add a sixth K, Khalistan, their own country in which to live with the other five Ks.

In Delhi the government had unveiled its new financial plan after much secrecy and debate. It had seen fit to reduce taxes on condensed milk and ladies’ undergarments, and raise them on wheat, rice, and kerosene.

Loneliness of an old man

For entire days nobody spoke to him at all, his throat jammed with words unuttered, his heart and mind turned into blunt aching things, and elderly ladies, even the hapless— blue-haired, spotted, faces like collapsing pumpkins—moved over when he sat next to them in the bus, so he knew that whatever they had, they were secure in their conviction that it wasn’t even remotely as bad as what he had. The young and beautiful were no kinder; girls held their noses and giggled, "Phew, he stinks of curry!"

Thus Jemubhai’s mind had begun to warp; he grew stranger to himself than he was to those around him, found his own skin odd-colored, his own accent peculiar. He forgot how to laugh, could barely manage to lift his lips in a smile, and if he ever did, he held his hand over his mouth, because he couldn’t bear anyone to see his gums, his teeth. They seemed too private. In fact, he could barely let any of himself peep out of his clothes for fear of giving offence. He began to wash obsessively, concerned he would be accused of smelling, and each morning he scrubbed off the thick milky scent of sleep, the barnyard smell that wreathed him when he woke and impregnated the fabric of his pajamas. To the end of his life, he would never be seen without socks and shoes and would prefer shadow to light, faded days to sunny, for he was suspicious that sunlight might reveal him, in his hideousness, all too clearly.

He remembered the center of the Buddhist wheel of life clasped in a demon’s fangs and talons to indicate the hell that traps us: rooster-snake-pig; lust-anger-foolishness; each chasing, each feeding on, each consumed by the other.

Comparisons between Christianity and Hinduism on Confession

Sai eavesdropped instead on Noni talking to the librarian about Crime and Punishment: "Half awed I was by the writing, but half I was bewildered," said Noni, "by these Christian ideas of confession and forgiveness—they place the burden of the crime on the victim! If nothing can undo the misdeed, then why should sin be undone?"

The whole system seemed to favor, in fact, the criminal over the righteous. You could behave badly, say you were sorry, you would get extra fun and be reinstated in the same position as the one who had done nothing, who now had both to suffer the crime and the difficulty of forgiving, with no goodies in addition at all. And, of course, you would feel freer than ever to sin if you were aware of such a safety net: sorry, sorry, oh so so sorry. Like soft birds flying you could let the words free.

The librarian who was the sister-in-law of the doctor they all went to in Kalimpong, said: "We Hindus have a better system. You get what you deserve and you cannot escape your deeds. And at least our gods look like gods, no? Like Raja Rani. Not like this Buddha, Jesus—beggar types."

Noni: "But we, too, have wriggled out! Not in this lifetime, we say, in others, perhaps. . . ."

Added Sai: "Worst are those who think the poor should starve because it’s their own misdeeds in past lives that are causing problems for them. . . ."

The fact was that one was left empty-handed. There was no system to soothe the unfairness of things; justice was without scope; it might snag the stealer of chickens, but great evasive crimes would have to be dismissed because, if identified and netted, they would bring down the entire structure of so-called civilization. For crimes that took place in the monstrous dealings between nations, for crimes that took place in those intimate spaces between two people without a witness, for these crimes the guilty would never pay. There was no religion and no government that would relieve the hell.

Others (which make the novel worth reading)

But then, how could you have any self-respect knowing that you didn’t believe in anything exactly? How did you embrace what was yours if you didn’t leave something for it? How did you create a life of meaning and pride?

The Best of all

The families yoked together because of guilt on one side, and an unending greed and capacity for dependance on the other—and if they knew you were susceptible, everyone handed their guilt along so as to augment yours: old guilt, new guilt, any passed-on guilt whatever.

Shear pleasure of reading

This was how history moved, the slow build, the quick burn, and in an incoherence, the leaping both backward and forward, swallowing the young into old hate. The space between life and death, in the end, too small to measure.

One more

Then they heard the gate being rattled. Oh dear, thought Sai with dread, perhaps it was the same begging woman again, the one whose husband had been blinded.

Again the gate rattled. "I’ll go," said the cook and he got up slowly, dusted himself off. He walked through the drenched weeds to the gate.

At the gate, peeping through the black lace wrought iron, between the mossy canonballs, was the figure in a nightgown.

"Pitaji?" said the figure, all ruffles and colors.

Kanchenjunga appeared above the parting clouds, as it did only very early in the morning during this season.

"Biju?" whispered the cook—

"Biju!" yelled, demented—

Sai looked out and saw two figures leaping at each other as the gate swung open.

The five peaks of Kanchenjunga turned golden with the kind of luminous light that made you feel, if briefly, that truth was apparent. All you needed to do was to reach out and pluck it.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Procedure for Re-registration of 2 wheeler of other states in Hyderabad (AP).

First of all you need to have NOC (No Objection Certificate) issued from the state where your vehicle was earlier registered. While applying for NOC bear this in mind that Hyderabad and Ranga Reddy are two different districts. If you are going to stay in Madhapur then NOC should be issued to Ranga Reddy.

Step 1. Payment of Road-Tax in AP state
For payment of Road-Tax you need to have following docs:-
1.NOC
2.RC (Registration Certificate)
3.Invoice of the vehicle.
In case you do not have invoice of the vehicle then the current price of the vehicle will be considered for calculation of road tax.

Step 2. Getting affidavit
A person near the Inquiry counter prepares affidavit. He will ask for NOC, RC and Address proof to get the details and charge Rs. 70/- (rate as on 23rd Jan 2008).

Step 3. Form Filling
Now you need to fill all the required documents.

For Registration with Transfer of ownership:
1. Copy of tax paid in AP
2. Form 27 check slip
3. Form 27
4. Form 29 (2 copies)
5. Form 30
6. Insurance Certificate copy
7. PUC copy
8. Registration Certificate
9. NOC on form 28 (2 copies)
10. Address proof
11. Affidavit
12. CRT/RMI form in 2 sets (blank)

For Registration with Change of Address:
1. Copy of tax paid in AP
2. Form 27 check slip
3. Form 27
4.Form 33
5. Insurance Certificate copy
6. PUC copy
7. Registration Certificate
8. NOC on fomr 28 (2 copies)
9. Address proof
10. Affidavit
11. CRT/RMI form in 2 sets (blank)

All th above mentioned forms are available on the Documents page.

Step 4. Submission of Documents
This is most painful task because the person at the window is a great guy. Anyway, now you have go to section C. There is a notice pasted on all the windows which shows the States for which the forms are accepted at that window. For example window C18 accepts for Uttar Pradesh.

Step 4.1 Person at the window will check all the documents and write a note on the Form 27 check slip.

Step 4.2 Now you have to got to Superintendent , he sits at the back of C section. He will also once again check all the documents and provide his signature on the check slip.

Step 4.3 Go to RTO, she sits just adjacent to C section. She will also glance through the documents and provide her signature.

Step 4.4 Go for Inspection. Anybody there will tell you about this place. There inspector will check the chassis and engine number of your vehicle. He may ask you to correct the number plate if it is not in RTA specified format. if all fine then he will also provide his signature.

Step 4.5 Come back to the same counter for your State and submit all the signed documents. Now you have to pay processing fees and service charges. Collect your receipt and keep it safely as you will need it if traffic police catch you.

Now they will send the documents to your State for confirmation and they will issue new AP number once they receive confirmation. It may take about 2 months.

Your previous State may not send the confirmation, as happened in my case.

Step 5. Getting Confirmation of NOC
This step is required only if you previous state does not send the confirmation back to the Hyderabad RTO.
Step 5.1 Get the copy of the document that Hyderabad RTO has sent to your previous state. This is available on the window where you submitted all your docs.
You have to get the confirmation from your previous state on this copy only.
Step 5.2 Contact the previous state RTO. And get the comfirmation on the copy of the document.

Step 5.3 Submit this document on the same window where you previously submitted all your documents. Now Hyd RTO will finally sign it.

Step 5.4 Now you have to pay Rs 25/- as postage charges (Registration certificate sent through Speed Post) . This is usually done on counter number 14. And your documents will be forwarded to the department printing the Registration Certificates.

Finally you should recieve your Registration number with in one week.

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