Friday, July 5, 2019

Book Review: "EM and the big HOOM"

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The book was gifted by one of my colleague as a farewell gift. I love reading books but this is something different! It is a story of a family 'EM' the mother, 'HOOM' the father, a son (who tells the story), and a daughter. Story is more focused on EM than HOOM. The author added all the possible feelings in the story. EM is a mentally unstable character but her family loves and support her a lot. It is very difficult to take care of a person with suicidal tendency but the family stood strong. The story starts with EM and HOOM's relationship and end with EM's death but every moment of it is very well written in the book. I really like the book and I recommend it to the serious story lovers.


  1. I used to wonder: What must it mean for a lower middle-class woman to tell a strange about her sexual history and her fantasy life? Does she understand the free association that is sometimes used, or why the psychiatric social worker wants to know so much about her childhood? Those who have some experience with homeopathy may not be shaken or shamed by the bizarreness of the question, but which Indian woman will talk about masturbation? And what can mental health mean in a nation that wants an injection to put it back on its feet the next morning.
  2. God listens to the prayers of mental because they are touched by his hands.
  3. I believe in Jesus Christ and the Buddha and Krishna and Allah because you can believe in anything if you look straight at the message:
    • Love one another? Good idea
    • Detach yourself? Good idea
    • Do your duty? Good idea
    • Submit to the will of God and go with the flow? Good idea
  4. If anyone ever does you a favor, you cannot forget it. You must always credit them, especially in public, especially to those they love and those who love them. You must pay your debts, even those that you can never fully repay. Anything less makes you less.
  5. It occurred to me then that the mad in India are not the mentally ill, they are, simply mad. They have no other identity. Here, everyone was mad. They had lost their hair so that the institution could keep them free of lice. They had lost their clothes because their families had abandoned them, and they had lost their lives because they had lost their families. They were now free in a bizarre sort of way. They were also alone except for the shoulder in front and the touch of the fingers of the person following behind.
  6. When you're a child, cast the runes. When you're an adult, ask an expert.

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