There are only a few novelists whom you would like to read again and again. At the same time, there are also many novelists whom you would like to read and let off from your mind as soon as possible before you decide to read their works again. Few Things Left Unsaid is one of those works that I have read during this extended period of forced holidays, sitting home and doing almost nothing. I won’t say this is the worst that I have read. However, I will certainly say that there may be many things a thousand times better than this one even being the debut works by some teenager Indian authors. Let me put it bluntly!
Sudeep Nagarkar is one of those authors who have made their fortunes out of the youthful ambitions of readers in India. Though it is not unethical if we see it in terms of a profitable business model in India where authors invest their wealth and time in order to get profits, monetary and abstract, still, it is still very crass to think that these authors milk their fame from the confused mindset or, if I put it a little civilised way, illusions of the readers. Few Things Left Unsaid is a novel that is written in a pathetic language and has a very damaging narrative. It does not offer anything new in terms of story or subject.
Two characters meet in an engineering college and they begin dating each other, meetings on the cost of classes, a reluctant guy and an illusionary girl… and that’s it. There you have it. Just out some f words and some romantic (or semi-erotic) bed scenes where girl and boy come together for a taste of physical love (a few times in case of Chetan Bhagat as well).
In terms of some solid outcome, these novels lag far behind. Sudeep Nagarkar has offered almost nothing if I try to bring some extractions from his work to the fore. Though it is to be understood that he has written this engineering college novel for the students who are lacking in terms of sources of entertainment and want some hours of freedom from the boredom of studies and their disintegrating endeavour, still, they certainly deserve something better than this novel which ends with nothing particular as the outcome of 298 pages of the conundrum, sexy scenes and text messages loaded with Hindi songs.
I would strictly prohibit the readers against reading this novel. You deserve better. For the moment, I am ready to eat a crow and say that Chetan Bhagat seems better a novelist only because the others like Sudeep and Durjoy exist in this world! 🙂 You can decide for yourself.