Found Hitler’s ‘Mein Kampf’ too complex;

liked only Jackson’s.
Was bored to death by Hillary’s; there was so little of her heart & soul in it, it was almost like a brochure she wanted to use to aid her political career or maybe one of the many intellectual adornments that would suit her present Secretary of State office.
The autobiography I enjoyed the most continues to remain Protima Bedi’s “Timepass”. I read it way back in 2001 when a colleague of mine - Sudhir from 4C Learning – gave it to me. Nine years on & nothing has come close to what I felt when I read that highly controversial book. I couldn’t keep the book down & read it start to end with great fervor. Years later, I visited her dance village Nrityagram in Hesaraghatta to relive the experience. What remains with me, to this day, is her absolute honesty.Asha Parekh in an interview had said she wouldn’t attempt an autobiography because there were a few skeletons in her cupboard she wouldn’t want the world to know. True. It isn’t easy being so truthful, that too in print, about one’s life, the people we loved or hated & the circumstances in which we grew & lived. Your life is connected to so many people that writing about yourself would mean writing about them. The repercussions outweigh the reasons for writing. It requires a great deal of fearlessness. Most of us are scared; me included.
20th Aug 2011
PS: This post was written in 2010. I've bought a copy of Protima's Timepass recently & intend to never part with it (unlike my normal practice of giving away the books i've read & reread & reread).