‘India was One’ is heart wrenching tale of Indiann
INDIA WAS ONE by an Indian wouldn’t be classified as a novel or love story, in my view. I would call it: a tough nut to crack leading to an untoward situation and a jolt that would tear your heart into pieces. The author conjures a ploy as it diverts your mind like a spy maven at his job, taking you to unchartered territory to get his job done. You are led to believe that ‘India Was One’ is a travelogue of the East (read India) meeting the west, he aptly questions your Indian-ness at a time when the political brand regionalism makes us forget that we are One nation. Lots of what-ifs!
At one glance,’ India was One’ revolves around the world of Jai and Kaahi, their friends in India and married life in United States. The confluence of culture, cricket and cinema interspersed in a structured manner in the book. As the reader slink on the sofa holding the book, he or she receives shock waves one after the other, like the earthquake, shaking them off the ground.
In one word: Though ‘India was One’ gives the impression of being the first person account of travel and life in both India, United States, it doesn’t disappoint in depicting the lives of Jai and Kaahi which is suddenly brought to a halt. As the book gains momentum, there is no stopping back and I couldn’t put it back till the end. India was One is a must read for every Indian who believe in One Country, One Nation theory and is a gift for nationalism, despite our differences.