Revolution 2020 the new bug that bite every youngster and even me. I was on my way to home for Diwali break when I saw this maroon coloured book about which I recently read so much in news paper articles and net that I couldn’t escape buying one. “I’m Salman Khan and not Salman Rushdie” and quite a few self proclaimed one liners to vow the audience would have surely worked in the favour of his majesty Mr Chetan Bhagat’s favor.
As it goes without saying that Chetan’s novel and not descriptive, then that is not Chetan’s. No one can beat him in his descriptive ways of romance be it clutching fingers, stroking hair or peeping hands. He seems to be well experienced. From the prologue to the epilogue he catches hold of you.
And within a few minutes you are not reading a book but watching a bollywood flick. Not so is the case absolutely with his rest of novels but Revolution 2020 can be called a misnomer if you call it a novel. It seems like a script written for a movie mistakenly gone into publishing.
Undoubtedly, his lucid content, vivid description of events, easy to understand English and free usage of slangs in a polished way are the attributes that fetch him points and attention too. However this novel is defeated in the sole purpose that nowhere Revolution has come into the picture in true sense. Revolution remains to be a mere part of elaborate love story just as reservation is a small part in the movie Aarakshan.
Then his overly attempt to project every character cent-percent pure at the end is quite utopic. Pragmatically, things are rarely happened to end that way. At no point one can accept the fact of everyone being that goodie sorts and forcing the story to end that particular way just to project an image of characters that weigh conscience more and above their individualism. However in doing so somehow he has given the darker side of human character a silver sheen.
A story that starts with three friends Gopal, Arti and Raghav and revolves around them finally projects girls as the gender who adjust as per the circumstances and above that cling to the side that suits their needs. Boys, one revolutionist as he had all the necessities of life and other a corrupted person who however has been marred by destiny so many times.
Logically speaking, and when one reads the novel, one though realises that both are good at heart. And the sacrifice that one character makes of his lady luck is unnecessary exaggeration of the events. It is quite difficult to swallow that part of piece. I would say Chetan just went a step ahead in his bid to make it a idealistic story. However he could have been fair and a bit partial towards the guy who had lost so many things by handing over the girl to him.
While concluding I would rather suggest readers not to waste much time going buying and reading this novel. Soon you will see it in cinemas nearby. So relax! Otherwise also the ones who actually read for the sake of reading might end up rebuking Chetan with his own slangs after reading this gripping yet melodramatic piece.