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SATYAMEVA JAYATE!

That was surely one hell of a try for a debut novel. The truth is sometimes so naked that it literally had to run for cover 321 pages long. What was being narrated in this book is what is simmering inside every careless, self-conscious, reckless youth wandering over and around. These things expatiated in the novel are those that we had buried deep ages before under the soil of languor and cowardice. Those we wanted to loudmouth to the bloodsuckers and money-mongers to kick some sense into the population, that's turning crazier every year. The spark, the uprise of the youth cult, we had witnessed in the Middle East should have set its foot on Indian soil too. I wish its incense had wafted all the way to India and had done something for a start. Not that our citizens aren't able enough. But they would certainly back off if it's going to cause some good or maybe leave the can of worms open. How many ever HD video footage, they make that shows wonderful frames of delightful India, the delirious darkness could never be made visible or caught on cameras. People per se eat those crap and live on it.


    India is finally going to be what we dreamed of. A new age Dark continent with the most dangerous species of the Mongoose, Wild boar or stork kind reigning over. Whatever the Sultans and the Mughals had done is long forgotten except for the Higher secondary history lessons. Kids must be simply stopped from being taught about the Constitution crap. We know it's shitty everywhere, the picture is dirty all over. Don't make them eat it too. Our super-flawed leaders dig into fresh faeces and puke them right onto the poor's faces, which is being happily accepted in turn. Just as Balram says, "Revolution is ruled out here."Better keep doing what you were doing. Be dumb! See Dumb! Do the dumbest! End of story.


                 This one had whip-lashed the Indian society straight on its bare back. Distinct effort!

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