The clashes of principles, the displacement of priorities, the upheaval in expectations and the soaring of temperaments erect a series of invisible walls, within the walls of the household, holding their own by the continuous tending of monetary venom. As the family nucleus begins to feel the forces of societal and cultural dynamics, our gentle, simpleton narrator, a son of this family, is sucked into a tenebrous whirlpool of prosperity and dilemma, fighting the internecine pull of avarice and egomania. He’s given to quoting a proverb that says wealth shouldn’t strike suddenly like a visitation, but instead grow gradually like a tree.
Appa* enjoys our current prosperity with considerable hesitation, as if it were undeserved.
This tale follows the trail each of the six family members charts out, during the ascent of the family from a middle-class lifestyle to a wealthy, high-society one.
The common connotations have their bearing on life, events and relationships and in this book, on a family. Ghachar Ghochar is a colloquial phrase meaning ‘messy’ or ‘entangled’. Once done, I closed the book with trembling hands and clutched it tight for what seemed like a long time. I began reading, and read a little more continued reading and didn’t pause till it was the last page. As if to escape this loggerhead-state, I bored through its skin amid a question - what does this image wish to convey? Unity? Mess? Greed? Asymmetry? Power? Victory? Abandonment? Confusion? Culture? Habit? All? None? Not quite able to coalesce all these floating words into a single bubble of appreciable mass, I threw aside my pondering gauntlet and opened the first page. At my touch, the striking cover of this book leapt up and stood suspended at my eye-level.
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