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“Sorry, You’re Not My Type”: A tribute to the offbeat Youth Culture

Book Review: “Sorry You’re Not My Type” (SYNMT)

Author: Sudeep Nagarkar

Publisher: Random House India

 “All relationships should come with a precautionary warning: Handle With Care”

Sudeep Nagarkar delivers this punch-line through a story that meanders through the terrains of love, jealousy, hatred, infatuation and wantonness before ending up to the ocean of shocking realities, called ‘life’. It attempts to convey the message that human relations are far more complicated than one can make it out to be and that lust and wantonness are at times the most overpowering emotions that engulf the notions of friendship and fidelity among closest of friends. It’s a story, based on real-life events, that warns the readers that if attraction towards a friend of opposite sex is not nurtured in a positive and sensible way, it can have pernicious repercussions on the relationship that would end up in unbearable tragedies.

Sudeep Nagarkar, who is the author of three earlier best-sellers ‘Few Things Left Unsaid’, ‘That’s The Way We Met’ and ‘It Started With a Friend Request’, is adept in the art of story-telling that connects instantly with its target audience that happens to be primarily youth, who are the most rapidly growing class of readers across the nation. Thus, he gels well with some of those celebrated new-age fiction writers, such as Durjoy Datta, Tuhin Sinha, Preeti Shenoy, Ruchita Mishra, Nikita Singh etc, who cater to the insatiable reading appetite of this burgeoning class of book-readers. All of these authors are instant celebrities who walk the length and breadth of the nation enthralling their audiences with chat shows and motivational talks.

“Sorry You’re Not My Type” is a story of two boys and a girl who get enrolled in Hansraj College of the Delhi University where they come together for the first time to create a musical band of their college which they christen VAYU, a word that represents the initials of their names, Vikrant, Anamika and Yuvi. All the three nurture the shared dream to take their band to the height of popularity not only in their college but far and wide. The band churns out few beautiful lines that get the audience humming and crooning all around:

“Jo tumhari nende udaye,

Khwab hai sachcha wahi,

Jo tumhari nendo me aaye,

khwab wo sachcha nahi”

As the chemistry between them gets stronger, the popularity of the band gets hysterical till Anamika finds herself entangled in a relationship; it was a relationship which she had contrived deliberately for herself under some compelling circumstances. The relationship pushes her life into a quagmire of complicated situations from which she finds it difficult to pull herself out. The two boys, opposed to this relationship, find her drifting towards disaster and ask her to redeem herself from the situation so that their band may not get affected. But, she couldn’t find her way out of the mess and the successive events spell doom on the prospects of VAYU, which ultimately fizzles out of the scene. Frustrated and devastated over the disintegration of VAYU, her mate and best friend from the band, Yuvi, who nurtures secret jealousy towards her, devises his own way to take revenge on her. It was a revenge, which not only proves to be the last nail in the VAYU’s coffin but goes to shake the very foundation of the relationship of the three friends, the foundation which was based on trust, hope, loyalty and fidelity. Vikrant, who meanwhile finds the true love of his life outside this triangle, finds the trust broken, faith shattered and fidelity abused. The three friends are never the same again.

SYNMT is a powerful story that explores the territories of love, passion, infatuation, faith and fidelity through the rather offbeat youth subculture that may seem repugnant to some of the readers because of the heavy use of things like Marijuana, LSD, cannabis and other recreational drugs by the characters and the concept of free sex and recreational love among them, as this is not a part of the main-stream current Indian youth culture. Yet, the subculture exists and is a strong reminiscent of the subcultures like ‘punk’ and ‘hippies’ that originated in the west in the 1960’s and the story seems to draw heavily from the countercultures of those periods. The origin and growth of VAYU reminds one of the days of psychedelic rock of the era of ‘The Beatles’ and other bands where the likes of Bob Dylon and George Harrison, high on ‘acids’, set the stage on fire with their electric guitars (as Yuvi is shown to do) and where the hysterical audience, in Levi-Strauss denims and T-shirts with punk slogans written on them, crowded the scene. The author has tried to invoke the image of the same magic, borrowing concepts from the prevailing countercultures of the time. Now, how much the youth of the day takes it, remains to be seen. However, the story carries the potential to be converted into a motion picture. It’d make a kickass movie, I swear.

However, the author would have done much justice to the characters if he had put forth some further details on their dressing and fashion-styles that would have raised the characters to the status of cult among the youth. In absence of this, the description of the characters and their surroundings look dull and inanimate.

The language of the author is simple, lucid and crystalline and the dialogues are laced with profanities and swear-words that has become the hallmark of the new-age writers chomping to take its target readership along. Though some typographical and editing mistakes are there, the same doesn’t spoil the read. With a good story and a limpid language, the 199-page book is a one-sitting read. Priced at Rs. 150/- I found the book quite worth a read. Go for it, readers.

Cheers, Sudeep.

Krishna Kumar@PotPourri 2014

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

New Year 2014 Wallpaper

As the year 2013 bows out, we’re set to welcome a new dawn – the dawn of 2014. Each outgoing year passes out and yields to a New Year, which is welcomed with customary hope, fervor and panache. People long and pray that the New Year may bring them happiness, peace, prosperity and all round wellness. But, soon the excitement over its newness wears out and people find themselves stuck up in the middle of the same status-quoistic circumstances.

To the majority of us, nothing changes with New Year; a New Year hardly means anything more than changing the calendars and shuffling dates in them. We turn a little older or come up with a little more greying or thinning of hairs, but our material conditions and circumstances determining them remain the same. This, over the years, goes to bring up cynical streaks in our worldview; we grow up into becoming crabby, nagging, and contemptuous humans where cynicism defines the core of our existence and pessimism clours our subtle consciousness.

But, this time around, the New Year has been a different ball game. The dawn of 2014 has been a momentous event in the history of Indian politics and democracy that carries the potential to revolutionize our collective existence in the society. In this dawn, a man has risen from the ashes of 2013 to demolish some of those stereotypes of our socio-political order that make us cynical, pessimistic and hardbitten about our circumstances. Yes, we’re talking about Arvind Kejriwal, the hero of a new-age Indian polity who shows incredible promises to cleanse the cesspool of Indian politics. He has comes up as the harbinger of wonderful changes in politics and society. He’s been the greatest discovery of 2013 and the most coveted gift to the masses of Delhi from the outgoing year. Though he’s won just an assembly election in a tiny state like Delhi – which, crudely speaking, is nothing more than a demi-state fighting for its long battle of full statehood – the tremor of the event is being felt all across the length and breadth of the nation. Afterall, never in the history of Indian democracy a political party has come to power without taking refuge to the parochial slogans of caste, community, regions or dynasty. He’s broken new grounds in Indian politics.

The psychological impact of the victory of the Kejriwal-led AAP is unfathomable throughout the nation. People have suddenly discovered faith in politics and have found meaning in democracy. They feel that governance can be improved, system can be changed and politics can be refined. People have discovered their unfeigned power under democracy and have found their true worth in the system. Now, a good number of people find politics truely engaging. They feel that politics and democracy can be a puissant weapon to take on the numerous malaises afflicting the nation in form of poverty, illiteracy, casteism, communalism, corruption and various forms of extremism. People are excited over the development and feel that soon the dream merchants of Delhi would get their teeth into governance and would never lie down on their job.

There is a sudden burst of hope, zeal and gusto around politicians; there is a growing conviction that democracy can be calibrated to create the structure of a system that can become the proverbial government of the people, for the people and by the people. In the nutshell there is a feeling of renewed hope, expectations and optimism that marks the beginning of 2014. People are in the grip of an exalted feeling of happiness, cheer and bliss. There is an air of feel good and a collective sense of euphoria over the prospects of seeing changes in our collective situations and circumstances around us.

The New Year comes with new hopes, new opportunities and new possibilities.

Happy New Year!

Krishna Kumar @ Thought Pourri 2014

India Stands still as the legend bows out

Finally, the time arrived when the living legend of Indian cricket was destined to walk away from the cricketing field into the history leaving a billion plus people emotionally orphaned. Now, the master would become a part of the legendry folklore that would reign in the consciousness of a billion plus people in India and all over the world.

Sachin Tendulkar has been special. What makes him special – whether it is the 200 test and the 463 international matches he stood in or the 100 centuries that he scored in them or the 34000 plus runs that he plundered altogether or the Wisden cricket award that ranked him 2nd all time greatest batsman after Bradman or his inclusion in the Wisden all-time test cricket eleven as the only Indian? Well, definitely all of them but of course there is much more that goes to make Sachin a living legend; on top of everything it is the ability of the man to remain grounded despite all of these and to carry his greatness with astonishing poise. He’s been a priceless gift by the divinity to the billion plus Indians to infuse a daily dose of happiness and bliss into their insipid lives. The masses have been availing of this gift since a quarter century years and now the providence has contrived to take this gift back.

The man who dominated the Indian cricket for nearly two and a half decades, is not only a cricketing hero but is a sorcerer who has taught a generation of Indians to stand erect on their spine, to stare into the eyes of mighty opponents and to hold their heads high with masculine pride; he’s leader who humbled the arrogance of dominating power and inspired the billion-plus nation to be aggressive and confident by shedding their inferiority before the global powers; he showed the nation how to be assertive leaving aside the humbleness of the Nehruvian era.

He’s among the few Individuals of the modern India who could be counted to have cast such a magical spell on the lives of the people that changed them forever. During many of the moments of despondency in the nation, he’s been the reason to cheer up; he’s gladdened the hearts of millions and brought smiles on their faces. Many will say it’s a chance but the resurgence of India since the 1990’s coincided with the arrival and rise of this diminutive man from Mumbai. He’s helped the new India acquire confidence and self-believe which gets reflected into the character of the young generation. His legacy is amply visible in the present generation of the cricketers who reflect the confidence of the world champions. Many of these rookies have grown up watching him play and hold him to be their idol.

In the arena of the sports, he was nothing less than a prophet who proselytized millions into the sect of cricket converting the game into a religion. Gradually, he became the latest addition in the pantheon of divinity as his fanatic fans proclaimed him god. Success defies the law of gravity as it goes straight into the head. Yet, the anointment of god never got into his head and the man remained as humble and grounded as possibly the god could be. He’s of course the chosen son of god.

His accomplishment on the field has been an epical saga of valour and masculinity. He enjoyed playing his game and dominated the best of bowling attacks. The winner shows his character in adversity. He showed his true prowess against the most fearsome opponents. He went on playing the game and records kept tumbling one after another. By plundering his booty on the field, he re-constructed the record books and added voluminous pages into them. Statistics always stood in his way by bowing its head in subservience. He has been the lord of cricketing records and statistics.

That’s why the day he chose to depart from the cricketing arena a thousand pairs of hands in the stadium and billion pairs all over the world went in air crying “Sachin…Sachin”. The grateful nation stood up to salute its hero who had for decades been the sole redeemer of the country’s pride. Eyes were moistened, throats were choked and emotions were gushing when the master made his parting speech. A billion plus hearts stopped beating, a billion faces went somber and a billion voices went calm. The whole nation got frozen in silence and listened to the words hanging on his lips. The god was addressing his disciples; the gospel had to be taken to the hearts. Time seemed to have stopped to catch its breath and to grasp the magnitude of the occurrence.

It has been a nostalgic moment; it’s difficult to imagine Indian cricket without him. He’s carried the faith of millions on his shoulder for all these years and fulfilled their aspirations. Who will the nation look up to with the same faith in the moments of despondency?

Thank You Sachin for giving us happiness, pride, contentment and fulfillment all these years. We’ll carry your legend to our posterity through those godly folklores.

AMUL Vs RG

I Wonder what’s the infatuation of Amul with RG?

Another one…

Still another one…

 

 

 

 

 

MAN Vs. MACHINE

“This Government is a Non-Sense”

 

“TORN UP AND THROWN AWAY”

“The ordinance should be torn up and thrown away”

PAPPU PASS HO GAYA!!!

KRISHNA KUMAR’S ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI….

WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI…’KOYLA’-VERI…‘KOYLA’-VERI DI?
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI…’KOYLA’-VERI…‘KOYLA’-VERI DI?YO BOYS…I’M SINGIN’ SONG..
SOUP’ SONG…FLOP SONG

WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI
RHYTHM CORRECT…
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI
MAINTAIN THIS…

JHARKHANDAM HO YA CHHATISGARHAM,
COAL’S COLORUM BLACK-UM,
NETA’S DRESS-UM WHITE-U, WHITE-U
DESPITE 6 YEARS OF SCAM’UM
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA-VERI….

THICK SKINNED’U NETA, MINISTER’U,
NO SHAME’U NO FEAR-UM,
HEART’U INKE BLACK-UM BKACK-UM,
APNA FUTURE DARK-UM
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI

MADAM’AA, MOTA ‘MAAL’ AYELAM MADAM-AA
PAPA…PAPA…PAPA…PAPA…PAPA…PAPA…PAPAPA..
SERIA VAASI
SUPER MADAM’AA ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
WHAT A CHANGE OVER MADAM-AA,
OK NOW TUNE-U CHANGE-U, MADAM-AA

SWISS-AA BANK-U…ONLY ENGLISH’SA,
SWISS BANKU, CURRENCY FULL-AA,
FACE FULLA SMILE-LA,
EMPTY COFFER-U, ECONOMY SHATTERED-U,
INDIA IN REVERSA GEAR-AA,
LOVE’YU..LOVE’YU…DEMOCRACY WE LOV’YU
BUT, ‘CAG’ WE HATE’YU

GOD…THE NATION IS DYING NOW,
BUT, NETAS ARE DRINKING ‘ITALIAN’ WINE NOW
THIS SONG FOR SOUP’R CITIZEN’U,
B’ECOZ U DUNNHAVE CHOICE’U

WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI
WHY THIS ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI, ‘KOYLA’-VERI DI…
@KRISHNAKUMAR

THE LUSH GREEN EXUBERANCE OF MONSOON

It just poured

The Monsoon – The wonderful gift of nature to the humanity…the dark grey rising clouds, the rampaging winds, the roaring thunders, the drenching showers!…Beautiful minds at creationt…Love-stricken hearts in passion…and the nature in lush green exuberance…O Monsoon; you’re the true elixir to the human life!     

The Monsoon Blossom
Green…Green…Green 

 

Close View

Just Born…to bask in the Sun 

Monsoon Blues Pink in Green

The nature showers its blessings without asking…it knows who needs what and when…it’s only man that, in its avarice and insolence, meddles with the rule and brings misery for itself and others.

Respect the rules of nature and basak in the exuberance of Monsoon…ENJOY!!!

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