His “female equivalent,” is a year junior to him, is all (or nearly all) that Rahul is in the body of the beautiful Seema: dainty features, small slender wrists, delicate shoulders, skin like peach-tinted cream, perfectly oval face and a voice that sounded like a melody. In academics he is a school-topper and committed to win (when the second-placed student scores 10% below the Dude who scores 92%, Rahul thinks it is time to hit books early for the next year) and above all he is well-built, good-looking, handsome and is fearless and extremely confident. Rahul is a high-achiever in his school: house-captain, great at all sorts of sports including cricket, great at essay-writing, quiz, debating, great at organizing school events like science exhibitions and fairs, great dancer, great artist - he can sketch, he can effortlessly write and compose songs and sing them too. There will be quite a few, I am sure, who will feel that the book (again to borrow from the blurb) “depicts the emotion in its raw, confusing form.” Rahul is the proverbial “hero” that you encounter in Bollywood - the Dude. In all fairness, there will be many readers who would perceive Kazi's book as a roller-coaster tale of the love of a school-going Rahul for (to borrow a phrase from the book's blurb) his “beautiful female equivalent,” Seema.
The only way however to get through it all is to look for bits and pieces, sentences and passages that are intended to be grave and brimming with emotion and feeling and yet their luridness of detail and the floridity of style make them funny. Like B-grade Bollywood fare, Truly, Madly, Deeply is extremely sincere in intent and in all seriousness it borrows from, and includes a number of tropes and ideas that you would find in Bollywood love stories.
If you're among those who every now and then (okay, once in a long while) don't mind watching and being entertained by such a movie, you might appreciate Faraaz Kazi's Truly, Madly, Deeply - a story of teenage “love that grew beyond proportions, transcended boundaries and resided in an enigmatic heart which had no words to describe what it felt to be throttled with love.” When you come across such a description in the author's note to the readers, you know it is going to be one of those books where you approach what is to follow with some amount of apprehension.
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