Book Review of Ravi Theja's 'The Time Space Love Story' by Aishwarya Lakkakula

BOOK REVIEW

THE TIME SPACE LOVE STORY BY RAVI THEJA

The Time Space Love Story: A Metaphysical Romance

Review by Aishwarya Lakkakula

We often complain of insufficient time to complete our work and the optimists readily hit us with - "You and The Prime Minister have the same 24 hours in a day."

Now you have a punch-line to counter the clichéd statement, thanks to author Ravi Theja. You can just tell them that Mr. Aaradhy has 28 hours per day!


Aaradhy, the 19-year-old (but a 21-year-old) unique protagonist of the story "The Time Space Love Story" by Ravi Theja, experiences an awkward 28 hours per day. He starts experiencing a long day and a short night from the day he meets a friend, alone, in a field in his village at the age of eight. Inspired by his late engineer grandfather, Aaradhy aims to go to the city to pursue his passion for engineering. Here, he meets Pranav, who later turns out to be his best friend. One night, Aaradhy on his casual 1o minute walk (that is also 2-3 hours), sights a charming lass and falls in love with her. Later, he comes to know that Hima, the girl he loves, is none but a spirit! The story ends with a surprise, after their first and the last kiss ever.


Tighten your seatbelts. The Time Space Love Story takes you on an enthralling ride, along with the childhood innocence and the emotional teenage. Words are not enough to describe the excitement the readers feel when reading this book for the first time. Readers feel like they are in every scene along with the characters. The cinematic introduction of the heroine as she skips in a puddle, is worth mentioning.

The typical love-centric narrative is demonstrated by the protagonist, when he feels that everything on the earth seems to be nothing in comparison to their love and that the road that had shown him his love - is lifeless when compared to his charming beloved.

The poetic skills of the writer are scattered in the story with vivid and pretty phrases such as 'nature's great shower' and 'silent road', of which, the most attractive is the smiling math curve, that causes an involuntary smile to appear on the reader's face, the moment they read it.

I wonder if one has to be an engineer to pen down a story as creative as Ravi Theja's 'The Time Space Love Story'. The concept of S.P.I.R.I.T. is beyond the confines of an ordinary mind! The author breaks the walls of stereotypical male-dominant storytelling and makes the male protagonist helpless and lets him cry, whereas the knowing female protagonist is seen with an immortal smile; though the tradition of depicting a woman as a spirit is classically continued.

The leads are grateful to their writer for naming them Aaradhy and Hima. These names seem unique and rare, unlike the usual names we come across in various forms of storytelling.


The Time Space Love Story runs in playful and colloquial language, moulded colourfully yet, not enough to please the readers that prefer sophisticated language. The irony of the writer being an atheist yet, thanking God in the voice of a character for giving him a good friend, proves his capacity of storytelling which marks him as one of the greatest storytellers of today.

"Meant to Be" - A Poem by Keertana Kuchipudi

Meant to Be

We were a dream, beautiful momentarily;

Intense as we unfolded, tangled as we moved ahead.

Bound by improbabilities, striving to clear complexities;

Keeping at bay imprudence, yet turning naïve in company.

We weren’t meant to deliver a meaning, we were only meant to be;

Unfinished as we are, improbable as it had always been.

With beauty in uncertainty, hope in vanity;

Passion in sensuousness, emotions in soulfulness —

We were meant to be.

                                                                 - Keertana Kuchipudi (FsCCS)

"Few Lines" - A Poem by Aishwarya Lakkakula

Few Lines

These few lines make me realize
That one day, I am to become a stranger;
When we become no one to each other.


These few lines hide underneath the tip of my soldier's eye.
They flow at the rate of my menstrual blood,
Strike me with a dying kick in my womb.


These few lines are the cigar to the ashes of infinite-half
That are sensationless and faint to the full-stop,
Yet to pierce through Othello, craves the lady with a lamp.


These few lines drop lifelessly, like feathers from my six-half inched hackle
That cry in letters worthless of thy mercy;
Love is ever gay if pure but a bane with no cure.

                                                                                   - Aishwarya Lakkakula (BA)

"Not Much of a Race" by Priya Dey

Not Much of a Race

Life is the practice of accepting the reality of a situation and being prepared to deal with it.

Life is extravagant and lived in hope of negotiating the prosaic world, welcoming life or accepting it convivially to ensure that you proclaim your spirit.

Life is innocuous; experiencing the best parts of it will make you genial.

But life seems increasingly remote from reality.
The more graphic reality seems to be, the more it drives life to the truth, and exemplifies life according to your own morals and virtues.


Experience life, be inspired, be original and give your spirit the light of hope. Don't be impatient, things will go right when you trust yourself and the almighty.

Yes, some situations may seem to punish your existence, but every problem has a solution, so elaborate your consciousness. Design your own adventures, fulfil your desires and walk sagaciously.

Life is an open book so pick your pen up, use it as your weapon, stand upright and give your desires an alluring significance.

Have Desire's perspective on discouragement. Resolve the apparent conflict between fear and confidence.


Trust humanity, be practical.
The more you fall, the more you learn.
The more you experience, the more you create.
Then, you can claim that life is astonishing: that life teaches us. It motivates, it emphasizes and surprises.

Live and laugh freely, follow your passions unapologetically, because your life is just the way you think. Detach all the malignant thoughts, progress securely and safely.

                                     

                                                                                                                            - Priya Dey (MECs)

"The Closet" by Anisha Bodapati

The Closet 

I’ve been trying to clean out the closet. 

The chicken scratch from the toddler I had been; with horrendous spelling and horrifying grammar but imagination that couldn’t be bothered by either. 

The tiny teeth from when the tooth fairy was broke. 

The dusty remnants of notebooks with mockery in its final pages. 

The wristbands and tracks from when I had the time to be physically active. 

The memories and dried out roses, and pens I’ve never used. 

The different personalities held at the back, somewhere in its wooden boards. 

The dried out nail polish from when I bit every last millimeter of its canvas and replaced it with bloody cuticles. 

Gifts from a tiny admirer from school, who is turning out to be more like me every day, much to my joy and her mother’s dismay. 

This time I reach for the textbooks with very bad language scribbled in the margins. Some words mine, and the others in three distinct styles that I recognize. 

Notebooks either full of information, or of bored doodles and miniature masterpieces of classroom art. 

Scores of books that I’ve read and revered behind dozens that I have yet to read. 

At the front, a wisdom tooth I was weird enough to keep.

At the back, somewhere in Narnia,

There is still a part of me.

                                                                   - Anisha Bodapati (BtCFs)

"The Real You" by Priya Dey

The Real You

To live a peaceful and graceful life, have dexterity. 

We chase things that prove unworthy to us at the end—

Take time to think, try to reach your goals. 

Enjoying the worldly pleasures isn't bad, but you should keep your ideas, your creativity and your fervour alive.

Approaching difficulties and nurturing your ardent desires should be considered the effective parts of life. 

Virtuality is what people strive for, not thinking about time and its consequence, but to reach the stars isn’t impossible in the actual world and in time. 

Lead your dreams to reality so that when people look at you, they know to follow their dreams too. 

Consider your ideas, acknowledge the truth; accept the real you. 

Let your vision never waver from what's ahead of you: A life built of your own choice; a worthy future for your actual self.

Be real and be kind to yourself, behave sagaciously. 

Add colours of actuality to your life and be sure to spread them to the rest of the world.

Delete negativity and virtuality. Live independently and creatively. 

                                                                                                           - Priya Dey (MECs)

"The Pause Year" - A Poem by Keertana Kuchipudi

The Pause Year 

What a year it was —

the first of its kind. 

It began with silence, 

ended with surprise. 

It handed over chaos; 

it stopped the globe for a while. 

It was an opportune suspension for mankind; 

yet wasn't sufficient for man's uncertainty. 

It brought down the pride of nations, 

and the might of economies. 

It was for nature to replenish, 

yet was intruded by the social beings. 

It was a year of art and literature; 

of skills and trances. 

Was it the much needed break? 

Or was is it just another year of the calendar? 

Whatever it was, however it was; 

it was all the same for every creature. 

And all thanks to God, 

we've made it safe, thus far! 

                                                    - Keertana Kuchipudi (FsCCs)