"Chronicle of A
Love Foretold ", a romantic novel by Monu Tamang. Doesn't the title & the cover page in
itself reflect the magnificence of the inner content? Well, I, myself having
delved into each pages of the book, would say that the striking cover with its amorous
title is an absolute replica of the what is embedded within each section of the
book.
The story was knit around the protagonist, Kinga Lhendup, a
Physiotherapist by profession, who sends out a thread of flashback to unfurl
the tale of his past hidden within each fragment of his life's garment.
It portrays a detailed reflection on college life, literally
plunging me back into the whirlpool of college days & the turmoil inflicted
by the scorching heat of Andhra. An absolute resemblance in the journey in
train where we were entirely webbed in fear of losing our luggage & little money we possessed.
Another character closely knit with the actions the
protagonist resorts to is Namsa Lhazin. She appears to leap her first step in
enclosing the two love birds within a formidable fence. Theirs is a tale of
romance crossing boundaries like deranging the knot of engagement that his lady
has tied with another man, with the consequent of him being fired & even looked
down by friends.
Namsa's confession of love without a tinge of hesitation
& her letter webbed in true feelings was so romantic. I would like to steal
a part & paste it here: " The endless chats on Facebook,
extended midnight talks &
numerous walks in the country
side. You taught me how to listen to the songs of the wind, the language of the
trees, & read the symbolic nature. It was all profound. I fell helplessly
in love with you even before I could talk with you."
Monu's book screens a movie of romantic pattern gaining hit
episodes in Raichur city; netting out tributaries of his continual voyage in
search of his love from the mainstream of Navodaya college.
He more or less adheres his physical bodily acts to the
directions ushered to him by his inner voice. For instance, Kinga's persistence
& triumph in working towards an almost impossible task of finding an
ultimate healing to his patient said to be suffering from Paraplegia &
following the language inscribed on his heart for the exultant reunion with
Namsa are the clear indications.
Thus, it also in a way convey us the importance of aligning
our acts to the language of our inner realm. So the next time, confusion strike
you, & when you have many instructing you to do this & that; make a
truce with your subconscious being & let it unfold the right option for
you.
It also brings to introduction a character named Mala. A
part of the story revolving around her was always funny in a foolish way, in
sheer contradiction to her own way of showing
her witty brilliance over others
in the class. She is always in pursuit of easier means of scoring high in
exams; from memorizing chunks of texts
to be vomited as it is on papers to carrying slips of answers to be sneaked at
& pasted in the answer sheets.
The race led by Mala in the hospital upon the TENS machine
beeping ignited a flame of laughter in me. This part of the tale reminds us of
how perilous little knowledge can turn out to be & the sole purpose of
education- the wholesome development of an individual, not just the mere
mugging up of theoretical texts to be reproduced in the exams & then
subjecting everything to deletion from memory shelf thereafter.
The notorious group devising a witty plan; an act of
vengeance to their warden was superficially hilarious to the extent of sending
ripples of giggles. However, upon deeper analysis, my heart sent out waves of sympathy to the man who was only
trying to mold them.
In addition, more
liberal time spent at Shruti Bar, intoxicating
& plunging into prolonged conversation on trivial matters opposed to
more study time in hostels is something on which I would opt to press 'Unlike'
button if a provision is there. It is sowing a seed of fear in me on my
thought of the naughty acts detailed out for it may invoke similar acts by
future generations.
My only worry is that people & parents alike would have
a completely different notion of colleges in India after reeling through the
pages of the book. They might even decide against sending their child to a
college in India.
Nevertheless, a book is a book in which a writer weaves
words of fiction so as to make it a bit interesting or appealing and
suspense-crammed. No writer wants their book to assume a mundane, monotonous
style of narrating a tale & bore readers to death. if I go on writing about
how sincere & hardworking Bhutanese
students were in college; begging awards & prizes all the time as incident in many colleges, it is not going to arouse
the curious minds as much as a tale of notorious acts would strike their
curiosity & the ensuing zest to delve in further until the last page.
I would like to applaud the writer in the use of many interesting
phrases of which I note a few here; "The moon gallops, bumping through the
dark clouds; Our testosterone remaining highly charged; Books pregnant with
pens & pencils inserted between the pages as bookmarks."
The book presents an admixture events of laughter, emotion, failure, triumph,
suspense, bliss, heart-breaking twists, all knit out jointly around the pillar
of Love. The story is simple to understand & many would be in a position to
suck & relish the nectar of love presented in the book.
The pages of the calendar swept by fast & it boldly
unfolds the first day of the month. Wondering what is so special about this
month? Well, I bet everyone would be excited about the "Valentine's
Day." Some would have already conceived beautiful plans at the back of
their mind to surprise their dear ones. A few might have finalized with their
soul mates on a exhilarating trip to places afar. But still, majority might be
just in inception stage to do something for their lifelong partners. If you
have been rummaging your brain for something special to gift to your loved
ones, why not opt to pick a romantic book?
Monu's romantic novel
is very well fit to be Valentine's gift to your loved ones. So why not grab a
copy of this book and gift it to your beloved ones on this very special day?
This romantic novel can be but the greatest gift one can ever think of for your
beloved one. Listen to the songs of romance that Namsa & Kinga knits to be
sung together.
If you want the love life of yours to spiral & propel
higher, then get a copy of it. A rose may perish after a day or two. Cards of
love might find its ultimate destiny in the waste bins. Your words of romance expressed on the day
might succumb to deletion from your beloved's memory. But a book of love on the shelf of your beloved one,
inscribed with your own words of love, countersigned by your signatory to
augment its value, would entail that you will be embedded in the memory shelf
of your soul mate for eternity too.
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| A dozen copies available with me for sale... |
