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When he was a kid

Sunday, October 19, 2014

A new baby born. The first offspring of a small-town, middle-class family. For children are but all the same, but for parents, their child is always the most beautiful. And so was this one. He was never laid alongside other infants because he was comparatively healthier and they didn’t want him to be voodooed. He was all that the parents had ever asked of God. Even when he crossed a quarter of a year, still, people could hardly lift him up. The parents were on the 9th cloud when their baby became Lord Krishna in a local temple on Janmashtmi Day. He was in a perambulator, with people serving him butter and crystallized sugar lumps, moving the perambulator and taking his blessings. He resembled Krishna in the lordly dress he was wearing, with a peacock feather at the forehead.
But sooner than later they realized how critical a situation this could lead them to. Excessive butter and sugar made him severely ill. The condition became so critical that he had to be shifted to the hospital in urgency. They straight took him to the emergency ward. In no time, the happiness of the parents was being shattered to the ground.
The hospital belonged to one of the friends of the baby’s father. Doctors kept on for as long as a week with regular checkups and treatments taking place all in time. But unable to make any confirming progress or a bit of good news. Parents’ concerns intensified with every passing moment. Or let us say, the time wasn’t even making a progress at all. The father had a formal talk with the doctor because the baby was getting all pale now. He was suffering from serious constipation that even after 7 eternal days in the ICU, there wasn’t any progress. Parents combated with the doctor for keeping them in dark, blanking out their friendship, for their only child was at stake. Before long, they took him to DMC, one of the most proficient hospitals of the state.
He was again moved to the emergency ward. And while the baby lay unconscious on the hospital bed, getting treatments, parents were losing all hopes of improvement of their kid. His body was getting blue. They cried all day long. The bundle of joy now pivoted from a perambulator to roller coaster.
Inside, the doctors were finding it difficult to even search for a vein in his skinny body, which once was reckoned a healthy mass. And what they did next was injecting a syringe into the brain-vein. He had become thin as a skeleton. And even the tears had dried up by now. “God finally needed him back”, they thought.
Thankfully, the time wasn’t that abominable. Though it took days for meliorations, and though he could never get rid of his skinny image ever after, he got well.

And I never became Krishna ever again…

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Happily Murdered Review

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Gulab Sarin, the radiant new daughter-in-law of the influential Mehta family dies mysteriously on the very next night of her wedding. The murder is an inside job, the police is certain. It could be anyone, the adulterous husband, conniving in-laws, jealous friend and the love struck ex-fiancé.
With an aim to save themselves, and incriminate others, it is not love before these suspects turn into amateur detectives, hunting for clues and delving into hidden secrets only they can unearth. They coerce, pry and blackmail in an attempt to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Will one of these nine unlikely sleuths finally unravel the mystery behind Gulab’s death and avenge it? Or will the truth die as viciously as Gulab?

With the murder of Gulab Sarin on the very night of her wedding, suspicions arise against nine of the inhabitants of the Mehta household, where Gulab was married into. With all the suspects having valid enough motives to gain from the murder, they take the matter into their own hands, conducting amateur investigations to try and unmask Gulab’s murderer, in order to protect their own skin, targeting each other, before the inspector handles it his own way.
As the story makes a progress, each character’s relationship with the victim, their history with her, the reasons and finally the forces for them being a possible suspect are wonderfully slipped in. And by the time all stories have been narrated, the reader is arrested into a cobweb of the theories of the crime. As they move forward by leaps and bounds, it recoils them back only to find themselves further struck in.
There’s a lot more to it than just a murder mystery.

Well-crafted plot and story line keep the reader hooked up till the very end.
Wonderful and detailed characterization of quite a mass in a smooth and effective manner. (I really loved watching Tina play the amusing detective.)
A few typos here and there but wonderful narration.
Title and cover were just perfect for the story. A blood seeping from under a bridal dress on a spotless background truly indicates being murdered on the day a girl’s dream comes true.

I couldn’t really find any cons in the story but I do have a few suggestions to the author for there’s always a scope for improvement. And though every reader has his/her own perceptions, I really felt a need of these:
Loved the voice of the writer and so had much expectations in the matter of writing style, specifically. Most of it was well penned but she missed a few gaps midway. Some of the dialogues were a bit flimsy.
Also, I wonder why Gulab came up with her soliloquy in the middle of her murder investigation, narrating her entire story, beginning from her childhood, to… emm... nobody. Had there been a linkage in some form or the other, the beginning would have averted a dubiety. But this in no way implies that it wasn’t any good.  For, her past was the reason of why she has been ‘happily murdered’.