When you realise that you are to be a mother, you expect change. You think it is going to be difficult to be responsible for another life, to be taking important decisions that can make or break the future of another human, the sleepless nights, the doubts about feeding, there is so much to worry about. Then, there is the question of when to sleep, when to do your own thing: you know it is going to be hard. What you don’t think will be questioned, is your life style, your judgements, your choices etc.
This is the first time I have seen the movie before reading the book, and I really did know what to expect while reading the book. So the question is “Is the book better or the movie?” Hands down, the book wins. The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger is an entertaining read.
Let me begin by saying: I am not a feminist. I believe in equal rights, I believe in being treated on the same level as men, but I am not a feminist – not in its current form. I am not a radical either, but then I believe that women are more responsible for their current state of affairs than men. Now before all you ladies come out with your pitchforks, let me explain.
Mahabharata is an epic that has been told, retold and re written many times. Every Indian and a lot of non Indians are very familiar with this story of good versus evil, and doing good at all costs, even if it means to kill your own family in a battle that will decide the fate of the world. An Indian would have been confronted with this epic all his life, in the form of stories, lessons, sermons, moral lessons and what not. So, what makes this book different from the rest, is its fresh perspective.