So here it is – the first post of 2013. And from the stacks and stacks of books I seem to have devoured in the recent time of transit the one I want to
talk about first is Ruskin Bond’s Roads to Mussoorie.
I’m unsure how many of you would be familiar with the name of Mr Ruskin Bond (no relation to the more famous Bond, of course) as I’m doubtful that his works have been published anywhere but India.
That, however, doesn’t mean YOU should stop reading this!
In Roads to Mussoorie, Bond writes of his adopted hometown Mussoorie, a minute and cold hill town settled in the higher reaches of a Himalayan State. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he reminisces of a Mussoorie that was, shrouding it in a mist of wistfulness. With a sharp eye and his incorrigible sense of humour Bond writes of everyday things, painting a picture of a sleepy little hill town with its enchanting walks and arduous climbs and simple townsfolk. And then proceeds to cheerfully tear the picture to shreds with detailed accounts of what lies beneath. All this without a hint of malice. By the end of the book you feel as though you know all the people Bond talks of and were personally witness to all their little scandals and foibles.
All in all a delightfully humorous read I hope all of you can get your hands on! An absolute 5!
If you’ve read it, or any other book by Bond let me know what you thought!