Claim to Fame : Khushwant
Singh has been the editor of 'The Illustrated Weekly' and the author of various novels
including ‘Train to Pakistan ’
and his autobiography ‘Truth, Love and a little Malice’. He was awarded the
Padma Bhushan in 1974 which he returned after the attack of the Sikhs at the Golden Temple. His books 'The History of the Sikhs' is much acclaimed. Later he was awarded the Padma Vibhushan.
There were 2 reasons for me
to pick up this book for a read.
- I wanted something lighter to read after having read the hard hitting and duly affecting novel ‘Disgrace’ by J.M.Coetzee
- As an ode to the lively author who passed away recently on 20th Mar 2014, at the age of 99, just a year short of his century.
Mohan
Kumar, the protagonist, is a highly educated individual having immense business
acumen. He is the eyeball candy, the Casanova of Delhi’s upper class social
circuit. But alas, he is neither so lucky nor successful in his marriage.
Having married into the family of one of the wealthiest business tycoons in Delhi , he gradually falls
in the pits of his nagging wife and bears the brunt of her disrespectful
family. This inevitably ends in separation and divorce in spite of having 2
wonderful kids from their wedlock.
The novel is the journey of Mohans' sexual escapades, the
unending journey of his libido. What started as a incognizant push into the lusty
fires during his college days in America , makes him succumb to his
effusive libido post his separation with his wife as he advertises for women, not proposing
for marriage but to accompany him for a short duration, to share his bed on a
contractual basis. As the cliche goes ‘He lives his life between his legs’.
There is nothing much to write about the plain and
unimaginative writing. I should have read the foreword and stopped there
because that is the most truthful part of the book. The book is nothing more
than a retiring 83 year old man’s nonsensical ostentation of his sexual
fantasies, of placing him as the hero at the altars of his virile sex drive, of
having the ‘Oh, wow, you have the longest’ THINGY. It is the rejoicing in
fiction of the incapability in real life.
The writing is truly amateurish and unimaginative. It
almost feels like reading a Nancy
Friday erotica. Sorry, but I guess I picked the wrong book to celebrate this
distinguished personality’s colorful life. I guess ‘Train to Pakistan ’ would
have been an apt choice.
My rating : *
* * * * * * * * * - 2/10
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