Sunday, 24 April 2022

Mr. Oliver's Diary by Ruskin Bond : Book Review

 


“Pure vindictiveness on the part of the headmaster, putting me in charge of the school party for the entire journey from Kalka to Simla. A day of sheer misery for me.”

Enough of serious reading! Let’s travel to the good old schooldays, carefree, full of giggles and fun, and of course, mischiefs through the diary of Mr. Oliver, a teacher in a junior boys' school in Shimla.



Starting from the beginning of the school term, the book captures the entire session and Mr. Oliver always has something interesting to report in his diary. With a pet parrot in his house, frogs on the loose, a phantom tiger on the prowl, or a somnambulator(sleep-walker) in the school, the days pass on, full of excitement and fun.

Written in a diary entry form, the book beautifully brings out the humane side of our dear teachers. Its blend of serious, irritated, sarcastic, and ruminative tones makes the diary an extremely hilarious read. Its quirky illustrations enliven the text even further.



Its immensely relatable characters are sure to remind you of some of your own classmates and teachers and will surely bring a smile to your face.

A short book, it can be easily read whenever you want to brighten up your mood, for, what’s better than reminiscing about the old carefree days when it was so easy to double up with laughter on the slightest pretext.

An endearing read, Mr. Oliver’s Diary will certainly revive some of your own old-school nostalgia.

Happy Reading!!

2 comments:

  1. Amazing story.. Reminds me about my school days.. Will surely love to read it in summer time at home..

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  2. Love stories of Ruskin Bond...and he has magic of bringing the characters in life as if it's happening with you...I want to read this one...Thank you for sharing snapshot...it tempts you to move forward... inculcate the habit of reading..which we have slowly forgotten...Doing great job..keep it up !

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