Ravinder Singh
shot into fame with his first book, ‘I Too Had a Love Story’ – it was a nice
romantic story with a tragic end. Then, came his second book, ‘Can Love Happen
Twice?’ – it was overly dramatic. But his third book ‘Like It Happened
Yesterday’ was completely nonsensical. This book made no sense at all, no
story, no plot, only words to fill pages. From the romance genre, the writer
all of sudden slipped into a memoir book, that too of his own childhood, and
surprisingly it got published by Penguin India.
The book talks
about his (Ravi’s) childhood days, about first day in school, Black and White
TV days, train watching and everything that you can think of that happened to
you as a child in the era of 1980s and 1990s when Internet and gadgets of
pass-time activities were off. Outdoor activities then were sole sources of
engagement. So, in a nutshell, he tried to imitate Ruskin Bond. But he failed
miserably, the book is not even readable, narration is dead flat. The only good
point of the book is that it tries to delve into the intricacies of childhood.
So, through this book the writer tried to make us connected with our childhood.
He did this at the cost of changing his genre from romance to children’s books.
Take it as a collection of short stories.
Comments
Post a Comment