This is one of those books that I had to finish because I made the mistake of starting it. Out of habit, I do not abandon books halfway, no matter how bad, unless the book is Oh Shit Not Again, by Mandar Kokate, which is, in my opinion, the worst book ever written. This one is a close second.
This is the work of a wannabe and a pseudo gyaani. Like all wannabes, this man does not seem to have an idea what to write about, but rambles on like a man high on alcohol, mixed with Red Bull, mixed with cough syrup. With Valium added for good measure
Genre: Pure crap. LOL, I meant bullshit. Okay! I’ll stop. Genre: Pseudo gyaanism.
Summary: A misogynist climbs a mountain to commit suicide.
Characters: Prem: Above mentioned misogynist whose sole aim in life is to check out the “boobs” and “butts” of women, cos, as he has repeatedly mentioned since page 1, he’s curious about their bodies. Old man: There to spout the “wise and inspirational lines” cos who would take a suicidal, horny, chauvinist seriously?
Language: The author says that the book has been edited and proofread several times. Clearly, “several times” weren’t enough. The author also says that the reader must forgive him for any “minor grammar mistakes”. What about a hundred major ones? I struggled to even get past the first page. Here’s something that’ll help you in future, Santosh, esp pt. 8:
There are parts of the book that sound like a 5 year old’s essay, “My grandfather came to visit. He told me some really nice stories. I loved my granny and grandpa very much.”
Check this one out: “I was dreaming since I was a great dreamer.” You don’t say!
When the grammar is terrible, the thesaurus (used multiple times in every paragraph) makes the resultant sentences look hilariously bad.
Dialogue/Layout: Sloppy. It follows a flashback/flash forward mode. The protagonist thinks about his love/lust stories while climbing up the mountain and tells the old man to shut up after every story (despite being the one to start a conversation each time). Afterwards, when the old man tells Prem to tell him his story, Prem agrees but says “Don’t disturb me until I finish talking.” Self-centred little boy? There are some dialogues which make you angry enough to slap the protagonist and/or the author. Consider this, “Look at her. She’s beautiful, charming and sexy. She’ll make a good housewife.” Wouldn’t you like to know! Also consider this, “I started to think of her as my future girl, my wife who would sleep with me, give me babies and take care of me.” (as opposed to his wife who would not sleep with him, and have someone else’s babies?) Self-centred, shallow, chauvinistic, yada yada yada.
Somewhere in the beginning, the author has mentioned he wrote this book because many youngsters go through “mental stress” due to problems in love. Well, I have some serious stress-like symptoms right now because I read this pathetic excuse for a book.
You can buy this book from: Life’s too short; don’t waste your time with this one.