Bare bones version: Fantastic book, worth reading, set in India-Pakistan, starting from 1947. With the publication of this book, Ashwin Sanghi, earlier called the Indian Dan Brown, can now be favourably compared to Jeffrey Archer in his (Jeffrey Archer's) heyday.
Long version: The tale begins with a detailed description of a train full of dead bodies crossing from Pakistan to India during the independence turmoils of 1947 (which reminded me of Khushwant Singh's 'Train from Pakistan').
This is much, much more than just a story of ‘When it’s a question of money, everybody is of the same religion’ as stated in the promos and on the back cover. Like Ashwin's 'Chanakya's Chant', the present (1947 till date) is interspersed with the hoary past, starting from Emperor Ashoka's reign. The connections between the past and present are revealed in stages.
Arvind is the son of a Marwari businessman in Calcutta, and interested in making money right from his childhood. Arbaaz is the son of a Muslim dockworker in Bombay, and forced to become a dockworker when his father dies young. Disillusioned by the cutthroats around him and grinding poverty, Arbaaz also seeks wealth by any means and quickly rises in Bombay's underworld. The trajectories of these ‘businessmen’ get unwillingly intertwined, and they frequently cross swords while they play out their sinister and murderous plots of personal and professional one-upmanship, all the while breaking every rule in the book. Then politics and necessity makes these sworn enemies into collaborators, partners, relatives and relatively cordial…
With the skeleton of historical and actual facts as a base, the story has been developed on what could have happened in this period, making it both possible and plausible. What are some of the components of this book? Love and hate, pathos and bathos, Hindu-Muslim enmity and one-upmanship, sinners and saints, crime and punishment, history and how it shadow falls on the present and future, romance and hate, cutting-science technology and its extrapolations, secrets of longevity, the business culture of making money by any means, the world of Bollywood, of politics, of business, of Mumbai's underworld, and their permutations and combinations...
As in his earlier books, 'The Sialkot Saga' also has some quotable quotes, and witty, familiar and popular sayings.
There is some sex and romance, starting with calf love, but no overt detailed descriptions of body parts, of artificial respiration, of natural insemination, or of exchange of bodily fluids.
I thank Mr. Ashwin Sanghi for sending me an autographed preview copy of 'The Sialkot Saga' for my review.
P.S. Since I have recently edited a book on advanced orthopaedic surgery, some of that language has permeated into this review.