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Thursday, August 23, 2012

In The Mirror



                                BOOK REVIEW : I 'm Heartless - a Real Confession



Confessions are always intriguing. And, when it comes in a paperback with a bold-lettered title of “I am Heartless” – it is sure to grab attention. Moreover, the graphic cover design and an attractive intro at the back-cover of the book are provoking enough to give it a try.

There is an eerie feeling about the very term “confession”. It comes with a heavy baggage of expectation of witnessing some dark allies of human behavior or emotions – a sly wish of peeping at one’s nasty secret. Added to that, George Clooney in his “Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002)” gave another dimension altogether with voyeurism. And, the debutant author chose to trod this rare path – much away from mushy campus romances.

I 'm Heartless By Vinit K. Bansal
The plot here revolves around Viren – the protagonist. In “Confessions of a Dangerous Mind”, Chuck Barris(the main character of the movie) was torn between the woman who loved him and the woman of his fantasy. In the very first few pages, precisely after the prologue, the author has introduced us to Pari, the girl of Viren’s ultimate fantasy. And, the fantasy got shape in his post-grad days in form of Rashi. And, now began the age-long mockery of “very-good-friends” by Rashi and hapless effort of Viren. And then, there is realization and an attempt of self imposed seclusion. Enter Manasi, the good old friend and the life began once again. Same old filmy melodrama?  Naah !! It’s only the half! The author made an attempt to explore the extremities of being a loser. The protagonist is a tragic hero who realizes his loss when it is already lost. The last chapter justifies the tagline “A Real Confession”. It ogles out the dark emotions and portrays the curvature of human psyche in a state of ultimate repentance and frustration. It painfully personifies the grey shades of human emotions – a conflict of sadness, contempt, regret, shame and guilt.



Vinit K Bansal has done a decent job in his debut novel. The character sketching of Viren is excellent and deserves accolade. The constant eccentricity of the egoistic character is captured in a fantastic way. In the first few chapters, when the character was building up, the author gave a glimpse of the campus life through a few subplots. The characters as Max, Sunny are very real and you will definitely bump upon them on a single campus visit. But the two main subplots revolving around Freddy and Max are too weak and half-baked. A bit more tightening of the sub-plots could have helped the characterization itself and supported the plot on the whole.And, unintended pregnancy is unnecessarily tabooed all-over. Even, the character of Rashi(read Pari) faded suddenly. How can the author who has the potential to create Viren with all dedication can be so abrupt in creating his Pari. 

The book definitely stands out of the crowd of Indian fictions that revolves mostly around candid college romance. And, Viren definitely stands out as a character – a loser in love.
The character reminded me of a Bengali master story-teller Mr. Sharat Chandra Chattopadhyay. He in one of his novels wrote at the end note as “Please, spare a single drop of tear for him”. The “him” here refers to as a character that created history in Indian cinema – Devdas. Be it through Dilip Kumar,Shah Rukh Khan or Abhay Deol, Devdas was successful in justifying the end note of his creator.

Perhaps, Vinit could have quoted the same line here at the end.

Monday, February 27, 2012

In The Mirror ......


BOOK REVIEW: Love, Me and Bullshit!


The year was 2004!! The paperback revolution in India started in that year itself. With the advent of a new trend of narrating self – experience in colleges – the long starved readers started relating with the dizzy nostalgia of umpteen recklessness of their own post teen days. Or repenting for what they missed. And for the mass, it was relishing the glimpse of their larger than life dream college life. And, in no time, the trend became a style – a shield-like attribute that any IIT/IIM alumni should possess. And, it increased the readership exponentially – the youth of India once again returned to the age old habit of reading novels – hats off to Chetan Bhagat !! and also to Peter Robinson !!

And, in Love, Me and Bullshit! – the author too acknowledged Bhagat’s contribution to inspire him for getting started. But, he has chosen a different path. Perhaps he was not too keen on making his book an “inspiration” for another Hindi movie.

The narrative is set on a time frame of 3 years – that portrays the juncture of any human life – the complexities of desire, love, lust and all that jazz.

Through the eyes of the protagonist, the author gives a vivid description of the inner conflict of a human mind. The mind that feels depressed as a friend gets to ride on his dream – the mind that repents for not chasing a “lion” – the mind that longs for someone to share his biggest happiness of life with – it is actually a graphic narrative of an honest mind that does not hesitate to unleash the feelings hiding in the darkest and the furthest nook of the heart.
The narration of the deep frustration is very real.Raw. It hurts. Itches your skin. The story makes you identify the poet, the philosopher and the beast in you.  It reflects the strength of inner belief in the God throughout.

 Love, Me and Bullshit! by Vivek Kumar Agarwal
The writing is smooth, sometimes allegorical with imageries. I loved the way the author portrayed the essence of love. It has no reason. Not physical. Not platonic. It simply happens and slowly creeps into the highest rung of prioritization of our mind. And, we become ready to sacrifice anything – just anything.



But the story strangely restricts itself only within the inner feelings of the protagonist. Though the readers are highly acquainted – it does not even trod the way of fun and glamour. Although it is humorous at times, the story mostly reflects the gloomy side of human psyche. The conflict within. The author proclaims himself as a victim of melodramatic Hindi movies – but he safely avoided a gripping climax. Be it the same old story – we always love to bite our nails in the climax scene.
But the book scores differently.  It scores in the odd way that inspires one to listen to his heart against all possible odds bypassing all lucre of prosaic grace.

And, in the end it will make you stand in front of the mirror. You will notice the poet in you on your right, aloof – you will notice the philosopher on your left, aloof – and the beast in you is …… well, some things are best when left unsaid. The position of the beast in the mirror I mean!!