"Since the Kal Yuga is taking its lessons from Sat Yuga to interpreted everything in binary, this book must be read to know how the centre of these binaries can be reached"
"Miss Udaya Jabeen, daughter of six fathers and five mothers is
the only physical instrument of hope, the only fruitage churned out of the
ministry of happiness (…utmost happiness). She is the reminiscence of brutality,
sowed while her mother was being raped by her six fathers. Her name, her life,
her learning and her views towards the Duniya will be shaped by five women
loved her as mothers. Two of those mothers were died, two of those mothers
never wanted to live and one of those mothers were neither a woman nor a man. Mothers
from Kashmir, Kerala, Delhi, Baster and Indore. Jannat Guest House, an empire away
from the Duniya was built over a graveyard near the tomb of Hazarat Sarmad Shah somewhere
in Shahjahanabad in a thousand-year-old city called Delhi. A Hazarat who was executed by Aurangzeb because he said la illaha (There is no god).
This book is a product on sale in the supermarket of grief.
Like Duniya sells death insurance in the label of “life insurance”, this
book sells a basket of tragedies and grief in the name of happiness (utmost
happiness).
Out of many characters, I loved Anjum the most. Ideally as a
die-hard fan of Arundhaty Roy, I must have liked Tilottama but this is how intuition
defies logic in real life. Anjum helped me learn that even transgenders must be
hated, loved, liked or disliked based upon the same parameters applied to hate,
love, like or dislike other two dominating genders. In this story, a fiction, Anjum
portrayed as a natural character, her gender did not alienate me from her. This
was the first break through in my struggle to love this book.
The second reason that I loved this book most is an invention
of art of storytelling. A fiction story in orb of non-fiction. The art to keep
claiming the story as fiction by drawing everything of the story from the real
life. I loved the description of Gujarat ka Lalla, Long Pause taking Poet Prime
Minster, Blue Turban Robot, Baby Voice Gandhian, An Agarwal soul trapped in
activist body. It has helped me strengthen my view-point about these demigods
busy in clash of titans.
The third reason is the stories of Amrik Singh, Loveleen
Singh, DySP Pinky and Kashmiri Pundits. An explanation of how the beloved people
of Duniya prisoned in the cages tagged as right-wing are being used in the furnace
of greed. How Kashmir has become the barbeque of the world politics. A barbeque
where delicious militants are being cooked to serve baked, hot and spicy.
Considering everything that is happening around the
world, the hope for happiness is hardest thing to keep. Author has
imagined a place where happiness can be found. An imaginary place in the
junction of two things. Since the Kal Yuga is taking its lessons from Sat
Yuga to interpreted everything in binary. A Duniya where every human alive is
either an Indian or a Pakistani, either a Hindu or a Muslim, either a Nationalist
or a Traitor, either a good or an evil… Arundhati thought why not explore happiness
exactly in the middle of these binaries. Like Narsimha Avatar of Lord Vishnu in
Sat Yuga had augmented a perfect half of the binary to kill immortal sake
Hirannakashyap. Vishnu’s centre of binary was for the kill, Arundhati’s
centre of binary is to seek happiness.
The author of this book has raised questions. Important
questions which will not be answered today, no one heed on them even to attempt
any answers. Today, author is all prepared to be cursed, abused and littered by
the parakeet’s army.
For today, the troll’s government will keep everyone in gunpoint
if they dare even imagining these questions… But what is satisfying is that that
time is coming soon when these questions will be raised by the people in
unison.
Most of all, this book I liked most because it has answered a
very mysterious question. A mind-boggling question that I had since I was able
to recognise this world. This book helped me know “Where does all old birds go
to die?” If vultures are all dead? Where had they all gone died?