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Catford Catastrophe Zone | Book Review

“London, 2120. Frankie dreams of being promoted from undercover police officer to DNA-enhanced crime fighter. She just needs to complete one more mission to prove she’s got what it takes.

However, that new mission is to spy on a secret rebellion in a poverty zone – and Frankie has no idea what a poverty zone is, since nobody has ever escaped one.

Once she’s arrived in the Catford Zone, she realises the rumours barely do justice to the horror.

She must face the wild chaos of glitching brain implants and mutant insects, while the locals tell her it’s too dangerous to walk at ground level, but won’t tell her why.

Her boss won’t let her leave until she has completed the mission, even though Frankie is convinced there is nothing to investigate. The highly trained ‘rebels’ are just a group of hapless hippies and hysterics attempting to survive in the hellscape. As she uncovers their bizarre and tragic secrets, she is pulled deeper into the chaos and subterfuge and is unsure if she will ever escape.”

Honestly, I am not big fan of science fiction but there are some books that you just can’t put down. The Catford Catastrophy Zone by Petra Jacob certainly qualifies as one.

I have always been a fan of Petra’s unique way of looking at things and humorous twist in everything she sees. Once I started reading the first chapter, I was not able to put it down. I laughed, at times I felt the pain, and then I laughed again.

This book talks about environmental issues and societal too, all the while never being preachy. It gives you sleepless nights until you finish it and it leaves you wanting more. How exactly do I feel about the book in one line?

“It’s all gravy!” ๐Ÿ˜‰

Read the book to know why!

I request you all to share this wonderful gem across the blogging community. And give it a thought when you are looking for clean entertainment.

You can find The Catford Catastrophy Zone by Petra Jacob on Amazon.

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Passing Through

To enter a public pool, you are required to shower first (unless you are the janitor).

To enter a library, you are required to know your alphabets first (unless you are the janitor).

To enter a police station, do you need to go to jail first?

(unless you are janitor, of course)

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On a second thought, why can janitors get inside without passing the eligibility criteria?

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Strangled

I brush my feet on grass

and feel nothing,

no dew, no earth, no grass blades.

.

My bare arms feel neither

the wind nor warmth

of the soft afternoon sun.

.

My senses drowned, strangled

by running thoughts,

shouting, demanding audience.

.

Life tears rare moment

of peace, leaving

me in pieces everyday…


A passing thought in Urdu:

Sukoon nahi hai mujhko marne ke baad bhi,

Ae Zindagi, tu peechaa kyun chhodti nahi!

Translation:

In death, I still find no peace,

Dear Life,

Why wouldn’t you let me be!


Author’s note: What do you think about life?

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Life! Sigh!

Dear Life, how come you are still in teens?

Turbulent and impulsive; withdrawn and irrational;

unsure and insecure;and mightily emotional;

seemingly mine but belonging nowhere;

lost all over the place, though in moment, here;

spouting back lies for broken promises;

sulking often in time’s crevices.

Grow up already, will you?

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Close

Author’s note: Thank you, Pete Springer, for the first line as an inspiration. I wish I could have done more–the line held so much promise. But lack of time (a working mother’s curse) lead me to translate it in the most obvious way possible. I will, however, use it again in future for a story.

Disclaimer:

I am not this person,

never was and never can be,

at least I will never admit it.


Even my closest friends

didnโ€™t know the real me.

Curious yet aloof,

old yet new,

loving yet jealous

of all that’s you.

Your dress, looks, admirers,

achievements light a match,

while I smile adoringly,

and call you such a catch!

A locked trunk

buried in the attic

beneath the cieling-high

pile of fond times together–

do you know really know me,

dearest friend,

or me you?

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Hausla

Lehere dhakel ke jazeere pe le jaye,

Ye hume manzoor nahi.

Kashti na sahi, dukhti bahein toh hain;

Sitara na sahi, hausla toh hai.


Waves won’t push me to the shore,

Rather swim than wait for the ores,

North star hidden in stormy nights,

It is courage that sets my course.

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In the Azure Skies

Glowing,

the new bride,

walks in her golden gown,

hands shaking, trembling inside, holding head high.

Sweeping

golden train behind

warms cold earth and hearts,

bringing hope with new beginnings, fresh starts.

Walking

through azure sky,

she meets her forever love,

waiting on the horizon, dressed in white.

Blushing

she stands alongside.

Birds sing the wedding vows.

Moon kisses Day. She swoons, come night.