Book Review - English, August
As the announcement rung in my ear for a bigger number of minutes than I wanted to tally, I gazed at the mouth that simply expressed it. No, it was not Agastya, the legend of this story but rather his closest companion, Dhrubo, a mind wracked, stoned, wheedled to-recognized young fellow who invested his energy between scrutinizing applications and censuring its submitters in a MNC bank in the megalopolitan city of Delhi. What light would he say he was appearing to Agastya, the youthful victor of the Indian Regulatory Administration (IAS as we call it), apparently the creamiest unit one can arrive in this nation? Clearly, the assignments that prolong our names on our meeting cards misrepresent the stark shared characteristic in the ways we approve them. Meet Agastya Sen. On the other hand just August (for the Sanskrit-naysayers). When he arrives at Madna, a quintessential residential area in the hinterland of provincial limits, he takes the primary slug on his appendages when he disc...