Sunday, July 22, 2012

Within the head of an Evil Dictator

For someone who has loathed libraries all his life and has grown up on a steady diet of popular fiction, action, spy and thriller novels; reading a biography for leisure was something I'd imagined I'd do only at Gun point. Let it be known here that apart from having been forced to read and then fall in love with - My Experiements with Truth by M.K Gandhi, this is the only other biography I've managed to read from cover to cover, given that I have the patience of a cranky 4 year old - it is nothing short of an achievement.



Right from the opening lines, the book takes a third person narrative rife with recollections and accounts from associated characters in The Führer's life and times. The research done is so intricate and simply mind boggling at times that the author on a few occasions even explains how Hitler as a little boy possessed certain personality traits which would play a key role in his becoming the Supreme leader of Germany later on. For instance, his stubborn refusal to see facts on the face when he doesn't get through to Vienna's Art University but throws a hissy fit by drifting into a lengthy scathing monologue about how the establishment refuses to recognize god sent talent if it were to stand right under its nose.

During his nascent years, he is portrayed as a very ordinary man easily susceptible to emotion and rage with a very short sighted view of the world acquired by his regular reading of fascist and racially motivated literature in the form of newspapers and books which ultimately leads him to believe that he is The Savior that a battered Germany post its World War 1 surrender has been waiting for.

Surrounded by like minded people who feel cheated and let down by the hapless government both during the 1st World War and after it - he joins the ranks of the National Socialist German Workers Party (NSDAP later infamously known as the Nazi Party) and is impressed by what they have for a party ideology which in short calls for upheaval of German society, establishment and the government. Growing within the ranks of a fairly new party is like a walk on a fresh meadow to him with his ruthless sidelining of anyone or anything opposed to his views or ideas.

The Nazi party soon comes to power in Germany - not because of their own popularity but as a result of practically all their opponents being shoddy. To no one's surprise Hitler arm twists the party leadership and one instance even the President of Germany to wrest the post of Chancellor of Germany which he seizes ultimately and brings in an array of changes almost instantaneously. One of which were isolating and at times even arresting  anyone and everyone who believed in any doctrine or ideology other than National Socialism; his pet peeves being Marxism, Bolshevism and Communism. This effectively meant that the Nazi party was the only party contesting the elections and to no one's surprise they kept scoring resounding victories in practically every election from 1933 till the end of the war. The methods employed in acquiring total control of power in Germany are so calculated that you almost feel respect towards the genius that is Adolf Hitler.

Hitler at this stage is the Supreme leader of Germany with autocratic control over society, law, parliament and The armed forces. He is also described as someone who lived a very leisure life - waking up at mid day, watching movies daily before bed, eating a variety of cuisines and taking long pleasurable walks in his plush alpine resort in Bavaria as opposed to controlling his seat of power in Berlin which he visited only when the need arose. He saw no need to interfere in the daily working of the government and only saw fit in dealing with policy making in which he was fed largely one sided data which primarily led to Germany going to war and the holocaust that followed. 

Once on the offensive and scoring resounding military victories against Czechoslovakia, Poland, France, Netherlands, Belgium and most of Eastern Europe - he is depicted to have become extremely power hungry with very realistic dreams of making the whole world bow down to him under the Nazi salute. It would be a mistake to say that his assumptions were wrong but for his clouded judgement to attack Russia ( a former ally in his conquest of Poland) in the winter of 1941 which he was warned against by his deputies and comrades but refused to listen to because he thought they were playing for peanuts while he was there to win.

From there on, slowly but steadily he trod on the path to ruin making one big blunder after another; in the process losing not only the war but also his sanity, trust on his own - deputies, comrades, military commanders and people. The depiction of his final 10 days when he is distrustful of anyone, has shivering hands and has his meals sampled by someone right in front of his eyes to make sure that it isn't poisoned only shows how a man who mercurially rose to occupy the ultimate seat of power in the Third Reich was reduced to a mumbling and trembling bundle of nerves.       

Though a touch lesser than 1000 pages long - the book is a wonderful insight into how lives and situations can easily be influenced by ideology and power. It is definitely something I implore you to read if you want an insight not only into the head of the evil dictator but also of World War 2.
                 
      

  



   

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Why the World is going to end

This one will be a Quickie, oh I meant a quick romp in the hay park. Ok, something is seriously wrong here, maybe the effects of the events/ instances to be mentioned are rubbing off on me - I knew the world was coming to an end - the signs are here already -




Grouse 1. As a guy, NEVER and I mean even if your life depended on it, accompany a lady if she wants help clothes shopping. 

Case in point - A gal pal recently wanted help in buying herself a formal suit for an interview and insisted I come. Ok, she lured me in with food but that's beside the point. In we went to the store; 2.5 hours later and in what looked like three quarters of the entire store ransacked by a vicious hurricane - the lady in question still could not make up her mind on whether she wanted The One Blue suit or the other. After taking 4 different opinions from me and 3 people in 3 different continents - it finally dawned on her that she wanted a black suit and the one's she had so PAINSTAKINGLY shortlisted were all BLUE. 

I rest my case.

Side note -  If you are wondering -Why the world is ending later this year, (which FYI it most definitely is) - I ask you, is this not proof enough.

Grouse 2. I develop something that can only be described as a shade thinner than a boiling rage when people proudly claim that they can't cook - its like they worked on a long dissertation and gave a three hour long presentation to achieve that honor. 

Case in Point 1 - I was once told by someone that their home had no kitchen because their Vaasthu consultant advised them against having one. If this isn't the greatest What the Coitus moment to have seen the light of day - I don't know what is.

Case in Point 2 - If you thought that was a howler, another one told me that she knew nothing with regards to cooking other than to boil water and then to cool it; to which her mother condescendingly added - You need not cool the water, it will cool down by itself. 

I understand it is difficult to metamorphise into Martha Stewart or Gordon Ramsay overnight but you have at the least got to make do with a fistful of edible recipes which might come in handy on a rainy day. Honestly ask yourself if cooking is indeed rocket science and you will have your answer.

Grouse 3 - Love thy Neighbor? - I don't think so.

I now live in a household that can be given the award for being the Epitome of Multiculturalism. The owner of the household is a chirpy and ever smiling Bavarian lady and my neighbors are two dudes from Russia and Ecuador respectively. 

Now, having spent a good two years at a University which has students from more than 120 countries, gelling with these people was never an issue. The frustration began when one of them neighbors - A Know it all tried to one up me with facts about India. If you know me well enough, you'd know not screw around anything remotely Indian or the very dormant patriotic beast in me will wake up from its deep slumber and etch the tricolor on your face.    

You have to believe me when I say - this guy would sit all night on the internet, do his research about India - its customs, capitals, leaders, history, conflicts, socio political environment, economic conditions, family setup and so on and so forth and try to draw me into a conversation nay argument on the breakfast table. 

At one point, I even pegged him to be a KGB agent, given the way and the rate at which he was scouring information and I thought to myself - how cool must I be to be stalked by a KGB agent. My dreams came crashing down when I found out that he was just overtly inquisitive owing to the side effects of working in a boring history archive all day.

In conclusion, I just avoid making conversation with him as much as possible.

PS : I am wrong in contemplating that I'm blessed with a supernatural ability to attract all the loonies of the world with their quirks at the very pinnacle?