BY Harsimran Kaur ON Mar 16, 2022 IN BOOK REVIEWS, BLUE SKINNED GODS/S J SINDU/FICTION
Blue Skinned Gods is a dark story about predisposition of the human mind to wring plenipotentiary powers from God to act on its behalf. It could be a subtle need to drift away from the poignant distress of life or an overpowering indulgence in so called godly tricks to escape the disillusionment of human ignorance and perfidy, and the final nip in the bud—charlatans in disguise to create a “want” and a “need” for God as it is not easily accessible.
India is full of these charlatans who project themselves as “Gods’ God” and sink in sensory pleasure to chip it as anthropomorphic. S J Sindu’s attempt to reinvent a story of pestering pursuance to invoke a godly peripheral ambiguity leaves the reader questioning human ignorance. It’s a story of indefatigable faith in the trousseau of Spartan clothing, immaculate enactment of hymns and prophecies, the ineluctable sovereignty of eyes casting a glitch of self-control and the penetrating blue color so deep rooted to make human a “God incarnate.”
Welcome to the world of “masquerading Gods.” The book “Blue Skinned Gods” is protein in the description of the protagonist “Kalki” who is pestered by his father to be the reincarnation of the Hindu deity “Vishnu”. His blue color mercilessly sinked deep in his skin gives him a celestial appearance often ambushed by the heavenly staccato playing in his mind of being “God.” He feels empowered to heal the decapitated and the debilitated—with a denial to his self-effacing paradoxes.
So, who is Kalki??
Is he a pretentious healer conjuring magical tricks to ward off the blemished eclipse in people lives?
A stooge rocked and rolled to believe in the supremacy of his benedictions asphyxiating in the captivity of his father’s intransigence.
Whoever he is, Kalki must find a way to release from the bondage of his Karma, finally sublimating into an ordinary human that he is.
From the imperturbable existence in the ashram travelling to Delhi, traversing the oceans to fall in the lap of the gigantic lush streets of New York, Kalki meets his destiny inconceivable to the frigidity of mind. The blue mask of ignominy and perfidy shrivels to the profligacy of materialistic enchantments. Contemporaneously, he carries on his shoulder the sanctified love of his deceased mother, his long-lost love Roopa and a rigid impertinence towards his father whom he never forgives.
Faith enchants, faith sustains and sometimes faith falters too. When faith dwindles, it’s like the ground shaking beneath the tree, crumbling its entire edifice and losing the sturdy-stubborn tall figure. What is left behind is the rotten spike edges of perished branches, which once stood out to boast. This is the story of Kalki—to rise, to fall, and to rise again…