Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Revolution 2020

I can now boast of finishing a novel in one sitting. Coupled with a day off from work and the comfort of being inside a quilt in the Delhi winter, I finished the 200 odd pages in one sitting.

This is a typical Chetan Bhagat novel- a mixture of many things of varying relevance/acquaintance for today’s Indian youth. This novel speaks to the reader through the characters that resemble middle class Indians wading past life in India. There is a bit of us, me and you, in his characters which keep us glued to his narration. This novel is no different from his earlier ones as this too deals with key issues of our country, such as corruption and parental/peer pressure in the society. It involves a phase of life that majority of current Indian youth pass through. Although I passed that phase a good 7 years ago, I relived my time through the life of Raghav and Gopal, the key protagonists of the story.

This story is fraught with a variety of emotions ranging from impoverished blabber, ambition, friendship, love, lust, jealousy, betrayal, hope and reform. The relationship between the key protagonists, Gopal and Aarti, is what will sell as a Bollywood story for it has all the ingredients of an original love story, a little like “When Harry met Sally” or our very own “Band Baaja Bharaat”. The way Aarti keeps Gopal guessing about what is one her mind and simultaneous vulnerability of Gopal's about Aarti is well written and worth a special mention. I have a strong belief that such emotions run strong in the Indian semi-urban and urban cultural context and may not be understood by people from other cultures, say the American or elsewhere.

The male lead of the story is Gopal, although he plays the role of a traditional villain. He is constantly trying to snatch a girl away and has dealings with scrupulous elements in the society. He is a teenager who hails from a lower middle class family and has a ailing father, limited monetary comforts but loads of expectation to deal with in the academic front. He is willing to work hard to make a future for himself however Aarti remains a constant distraction in the key years of his life.

Raghav is the guy who is straight forward, hard working and focused on his goal which is to reform the society and bring about a reform before 2020. Raghav has the smarts and charms to achieve his goal and manages to get his life going as a student of the elite IT-BHU.

There is a stiff competition between the two men and the balance tilts both sides as the years pass by.  Aarti is the common link between the two male characters who waivers in her loyalty to both the men with time and fortune. How they all fare with time is the storyline.  

More stress could have been laid on the characterisation of Raghav and Shukhlajee (a MLA who helps Gopal with a life line) as there appeared some prominent chinks for the questioning reader.

The story runs in the background of a slew of events which throw light on the way education has been commercialised in our country. It explains the way in which little concern is on real development of Indian youth in terms of science and technology or any other subject and monetary ambitions rule the roost among the people who run the system.

I was surprised to check out some of the critical reviews of this novel. Most critics have their spades out for Chetan’s style of writing and his language. Chetan Bhagat is an astute strategist who has identified his consumers and his own capabilities very clearly.

He is no Charles Dickens or Jane Austen in his command over the Queen’s language but he sure has in his weaponry what it takes to communicate to his customers, language and matter, and that makes all the difference.

As a numbers guy (an investement banker), Chetan has got his numbers right in the largest book market of the world which is probably hard to digest for many in the literary circles and hence the acerbic banter.

Overall a good read , a typical Chetan Bhagat book.You will not be disappointed

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Captive lives

Today I went on a walk inside the National Zoological Park in New Delhi with the hope of getting some good images. However mid way through my sojourn, a totally strange and novel sadness took over me. I was feeling low and eventually moved to guilt by my being there this afternoon.

The purpose of a zoo park is to showcase animals and birds in a captive set up. These animals are captured from their natural habitats (significantly different from Delhi in most cases in terms of weather and seasons) and brought down here for millions of people to see (some over many decades) and have a merry time. I was taken aback by this human tendency to be totally apathetic about these animals' existense in captivity as a mere peice of show time items. Their life of freedom in their natural habitats have been messed up with no remorse. I was saddened by the way the animals went about their daily business of life with sad, sagging faces. I was also upset when I saw a white tiger, which I remember seeing as a kid in the 90s; It was alone then, it is still alone. It has aged and looked it. I am not aware how different these animals might be in their natural habitats. Perhaps happier I think?

My rambling here about this might sound funny to many. However I have always seen this blog as a platform to express my heartfelt opinions and hence shall not be any different this time too.
I am deeply motivated to read up about the policies of zoo park management and the philosophy that goes behind it. I am going to identify people who share similar feelings and support this cause of releasing these animals.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ruminations: sometime, somewhere

Oh lady,
Such beauty and wit
how art thou an aberration?
beauty, magnificence,
fragrance , white carnations..
Thou acts sinister,
wretched, droit and peculiar.
Thou vibrations,
typical, a witch heir
How have you been endowed marvel?
All that you create mowed goodness, anything well.
Oh lady !
devil incarnate,
I tread with you,
a glazen vigil..
dare I not, ruffle a wrong beat,
lest thou angst reflect
on my humble existence..
My lady!

PS: Here I am back, after a long layoff owing to many circumstances. I am hoping to be more active in this space. Cya around!

Thursday, January 27, 2011


This book is an excellent read for someone who has at some point in life been bewildered by their encounters with genius and logic defying excellence. This book is just the right concoction for solace if you have been one of those people who ever wondered if you – the paragon of mediocrity, can ever scale heights that have been witnessed by some prodigious people.

It will definitely be a comforting effect to know that these over-achievers have had nothing but gallons of luck along with regular mediocrity. This book has ample number of examples such as Bill Gates, Billy Joy, the Borgenichts, Oppenheimer and the hockey champs of Canada among many others. The author throws light on the invaluable opportunities that these people have been presented and also stresses on the importance of being at the right place at the right time with the right frame of mind.

The definition of meaningful work as deduced from the case of the Borgenichts was on the mark and makes the reader immediately apply their own life onto it and plug some gaps where they previously gasped for reasoning their underachievement.

The logic behind the rice paddies and the hardworking nature of the Chinese and their comparison with the Europeans was an eye-opener. The reasons for the Chinese supremacy in arithmetic were spot on and the application of this reason in KIPP (the concept schools established in Bronx, a poor under performing neighbourhood in the US) was an excellent example of a far sighted enterprise. The data (quantitative and qualitative) that the author has used are convincing and totally congruous. Did you know that there are umpteen examples in this book to prove that 10,000 hours of practice in any discipline is an essential part of succeeding at the Global level?

The author finally romps home with his own family tree and how his great grandparents and their parents came together amidst unbelievable circumstances to bring up the lineage that is of Malcolm Gladwell. Malcolm’s great granny was a slave in an African island who was married by an Irish estate owner (a rarity in societal hierarchy of that era). Malcolm’s mother got an impossible scholarship to study in UCL, London where she met her husband, father of Malcolm Gladwell.

On the whole this book is an excellent read with some startling facts that raised my eyebrows and gave enormous food for thought. I thought it ended rather abruptly and could have been much larger.

PS: It does give hope with numerous citations and logical reasoning