The sunset club.

If a person can live up to 95 years which is by itself a remarkable achievement and further writes book at that age which most of us would never reach and those who would surely be doddering and senile, kindled my curiosity to read the book Sunset club of Kushwant singh.

I quit reading his novels long while ago when I found them short of stories and long of lurid details of unnatural relationships.

I reasoned that a person edging swiftly to his final tryst will have something to say that is truthful. Hence I picked it up from the library's shelf.

He has retained the knack of not allowing the readers interest to flag despite his very old age.Politics and religion are the topics of discussion along with his trademark digressions.

This brings to my mind young Rama's desolate cry when confronted with the harsh realities of life in the treatise Vasishta suktam,discomfited by old age" How terrible it is to see a danseuse well past her prime and charm insist on dancing like a young woman".

Did some one say old age is second childhood? And may I add it is also an age obsessed with bowel movements. This is the general hang I got after reading this authors latest book.