Praise for My Books


"Manreet Sodhi Someshwar is a gifted writer of great promise. I have a gut feeling we have a new star rising in Punjab's literary horizon. She has an excellent command of English and a sly sense of humour."
- Khushwant Singh on The Long Walk Home

"An enjoyable tale of a sassy girl's headlong race up the corporate ladder."
- India Today on Earning the Laundry Stripes


Wednesday 25 May 2011

Of Sugar and Spice ...

So folks, I was getting ready to hunker down at my desk for another day of writing when research took me to google the omniscient, and, voila!, I stumbled upon a coverage in The Hindu of my debut novel: Earning the Laundry Stripes.

Writers approach book reviews with trepidation, and rightfully so. As someone said, the decision to have a child is to forever let your heart walk outside your body ... Well, substitute 'child' for 'book' for what else is the process of writing but creation?! And books like children do acquire a life of their own.

So, as I was in the midst of this third book/creation of mine, I came across this delightful review and a warm feeling filled me up. A bit like your moppet returning from school with a report card, which, jeez - mercifully - says things are in order!

"At one level it is a racy narrative which can engage you through the journey of Noor across India's dusty and chaotic hinterland with their ... to a sensitive, searing account of the complex realities of an India divided along gender, communal, class and regional lines. "

Read the complete article below, or at The Hindu

It was published in November 2006 and some of you might have missed it. The book is still available in bookstores in India or you could order it online at Amazon, Flipkart, Friends of Books ...

Enjoy!


Of sugar and spice...

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The first woman Sales Manager in HLL, Noor Bhalla flounders initially, but soon learns that the best way to do her job is to use her inherent strengths as a woman.
Earning the Laundry StripesBy Manreet Sodhi Someshwar Publishers: Rupa & CoPrice: Rs 195
Earning the Laundry StripesBy Manreet Sodhi Someshwar Publishers: Rupa & CoPrice: Rs 195
Rasheeda Bhagat
The five women in the Gujarati distributor's house spend most of their time in the kitchen, and are the first to rise and last to sleep. Says the grandmother with obvious pride: "Feeding a family of 15 is like feeding an army".
The most appealing aspect of Manreet Sodhi Someshwar's
Earning the Laundry Stripes
(published by Rupa & Co) is that it can hold a reader's interest at different levels. The author has transferred her real life experiences sometimes fulfilling but most often harrowing as the first woman ASM in sales at Hindustan Lever Ltd to the protagonist Noor Bhalla. An engineer-cum-MBA (IIM, Calcutta), Noor finds herself in a man's world of sales and is totally at odds with a milieu where her male colleagues watch porn films before presentations or attack liquor with gusto at office parties.
At one level it is a racy narrative which can engage you through the journey of Noor across India's dusty and chaotic hinterland with their
loos
(hot winds of Central India), distributors with their own set of idiosyncrasies who are totally taken aback at the prospect of having to deal with a woman in sales, and the `policeman' More, who blackmails her saying that the man she had thrashed with her handbag filled with a couple of kg of Rin bars, because he had molested her in a public transport bus, was in a coma and might kick the bucket any day.
Noor's journey is interspersed with sexual innuendos from her colleagues and distributors alike, beginning with an old man in Sales at Bombay HLL lecturing her on what misfits MBAs would be in rural sales, and how the "trade retail/wholesale is
manned
by men." As he holds forth on how sales is a "frontier province that requires lean and keen men", he suddenly stops to inquire about her name. `Noor' would make her a Muslim, but `Bhalla' was obviously Punjabi; this puzzles him.
Here is what Manreet's Noor wants to tell him, but of course doesn't: "I am a Punjabi Sardarni who chews screwballs and spits them out. For fun. But what if I were Muslim?
Hanh
?
Hanh
?"
Such passages display the female sales executive's chagrin at personal questions being thrown at her all the time and the communal divisions that rule people's heads and hearts.
The feminist angle
Along the way, as she takes on a myriad of HLL distributors in the hinterland, or accompanies a
firang
HLL executive with élan around Bombay, impressing him with her competence and knowledge, she is devastated to discover the little value that her gender has in rural India. To the extent that in a village in Uttar Pradesh when asked about the number of children the women have, the reply given includes only sons; daughters, apparently, don't count as "children". As their local companion Ram Singh explains: "Daughters are
paraya dhan
from the day they are born all their fathers can do is to collect their dowry... Out of helplessness, some resort to
datura
(poisonous seeds to kill them)".
This is another level of the book, where Manreet the feminist comes through with a sharp focus. Take this passage when a senior colleague gives her another lecture on how incompatible it would be for a woman, "whose whole life" revolves around marriage and children, to be in sales, and advises her to opt for "market research" instead!
When he learns she has a South Indian boyfriend, he goes into a tizzy and says: "You have a penchant for problems", following it up with a
bhashan
on how men are different as boyfriends and husbands.
But as a woman sales executive Noor faces moments of triumph too. In the Gujarati distributor Govindbhai's house, after a meal when she resorts to her trump card of being able, as a woman, to go to the kitchen and talk to the women, she finds that there are five women between 17 and 70 there. They spend most of their time in the kitchen, and are the first to rise and last to sleep. The grandmother informs her with obvious pride that "feeding a family of 15 was like feeding an army", and how she is preparing her granddaughter studying in Class VIII for the task of taking over the kitchen in her husband's house some day!
But Noor is delighted when Govindbhai tells her the girl "is keen to meet a real lady manager as she has never seen one before. You see, she wants to be an engineer when she grows up." And Noor is reminded of the little girl in Etha, UP, "who at eight years, is a surrogate mother and housekeeper; a girl child who will neither get a chance to be a girl or a child".
Communal polarisation in India
Yet another layer of the book mirrors the author's distress at the increasing communal polarisation in India. At an HLL distributor's place in Bombayshe runs into Imran, the child who had watched his entire family being electrocuted to death in the Gujarat riots. The shock turns him into a mental retard. But imagine her horror when the distributor bitterly tells him that he had put his nephew away in a home because the terrorists wanted to use him as a suicide bomber. "The riots had already made the boy an idiot, they claimed. Why not put him to good use? Strap a belt of explosives around him, leave him in the middle of a crowded market and remote-detonate the bomb. Then watch the Hindus die."
Noor also has to contend with communalism at home; her mother is against her marrying the Hindu Siddharth, and says: "Marriage is different from friendship. After blood ties, the ties that count are those you make within your own community. Daily we are seeing riots in India: Hindu-Muslim, Hindu-Sikh, Hindu-Christian because the majority community wants to impose their faith on the minorities. Do not abandon your faith."
Her mother's desperate plea leaves her with many emotions, a prominent one being of the "little boy (Imran) who had screamed in my face and drilled a hole forever in my heart. A little boy who was graded `ammo' in yet another fight for faith."
These are the passages that elevate Manreet's novel from a mere narration of a woman sales manager's travails in a man's world, to a sensitive, searing account of the complex realities of an India divided along gender, communal, class and regional lines. Her ability to deftly mix sensitive and serious issues like gender and communalism with a lot of
masala
, such as finding herself staring into the eyes of a crocodile as she is stranded in a Sumo in flooded Baroda street, her encounters with the colourful More, tales of her batch-mate Kalpana's boyfriend pawing other women, etc, makes the book an absorbing read.
But the punch line is in her discovery that as a woman she can bring special insights into sales and had floundered because she had been looking at it all along from the male point of view. In her learning to "play off my inherent strengths a woman is just so much better than men at some things" lies her nirvana.
Response can be sent to rasheeda@thehindu.co.in

6 comments:

  1. Stumbled upon your blog, and dig it!

    Good work, keep posting.

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  2. Wow !! Manreet this sounds like a worthwhile read .In small town India women are slotted/labelled and expected to bear the burden throughout their lives.I absolutely love the protagonist's name Noor Bhalla-she is hard to pin down,and she does something that women of her class don't do-traversing the hinterland.Congratulations !! and keep churning them.

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  3. @ Varsha: Thanks Varsha. I had a great time writing it :)
    Yup, Noor Bhalla is just that, feisty, focused, full of life, and fierce - if need be!
    Bollywood has bought the film rights, so inshallah, you shall see Noor on the big screen too.
    Cheers

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  4. ...The decision to have a child is to forever let your heart walk outside your body ... I have never heard that phrase before. It's beautiful and describes motherhood. I am going to find a place to put it. I am a new follower and have enjoyed reading your blog. I would love a visit/follow on my blog if you have a moment. Thank you. Donna
    http://mylife-in-stories.blogspot.com

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  5. @Donna: Hey, thanks for stopping by. Happy to know you liked the quote. Checked your lovely blog too - keep posting!

    Cheers

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