Through a book of retrospection, lamenting and principle wars Sonia Bahl makes you retrospect, lament and cheer on the fight of principles between two characters that the book does not bestow a name upon. The book starts with an unlikely conversation between two passengers flying from DEL to JFK exchanging lines after lines on their views on topics regarding fortune, self surrender, sacrifice, interesting it seems but sometimes gets to the territory of “I want a government owned alien occupied space territory looking jacket” up in the airs, it gets too deep. Nobody asks “What is your favourite day of the week?” without a) wanting to stir the conversation, b) making painful small talks or c) just being an as*hole. A suspenseful book that reads as clever all throughout does not manage to put a diamond on it but a crystal, it certainly does not read as a trashy novel but Bahl sometimes comes off as trying too hard to sound cerebrally skilled with her principle wars and the lamenting that it unfolds eventually. The main characters do not have any name but both refer each others as Seat 7A and Seat 7B.
The book starts strong with lines that qualify for philosophical genius;
In the brief moments of silence that follow, I am reminded of the precarious balance of things: how we are never more than a moment, a sentence, sometimes just a word away from becoming completely different people. Once they leave our lips, words seem to chart their course along invisible cartographic pathways, carrying us to different places. And sometimes to entirely unexpected destinations from where we may, quite possibly never return.
Bahl is flexing here, she is showing the readers that she’s good writer and good is she, words do make us, they change us, a single “Yes” can change your whole life to the better or worse, it can land you an experience of a lifetime shaping you forever. In the mean time, try calling your mother a bit*h, this also certifies the comradery between you guys going down south for a good fraction in time unless you use words like “sorry” or “forgive me” but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.
The book reads as a back and forth of small talks between two Non Resident Indians; Seat 7A is a male who is so well built, looks like a diversity hire for a Tom Fort fashion show and has teeth that would nail a call back for an Oral B Turbo electric toothbrush advert, the ad that is aired once Oral B decides to seriously tackle the Indian market of course, the ad that would replace a smiling white man to a good looking brown upper caste looking man who promises happiness through a vibrating bristle block attacked to a battery powered block. Seat 7A is macho, he likes to quote pop culture references and works at Wall Street, he is a poster boy for rampant consumption and is proud of it, the environment can wait, he needs to have fun come what may, this, of course is not what humans are made up of, it’s just so good to be true, there needs to be an insecure chap behind this and Bahl of course delivers this in an intimate manner as the book progresses. The way of building up characters as unlikeable and showcasing their humanizing side makes Bahl a whip smart writer.
Seat 7B is polar opposite to 7A, she believes in self-surrender, showing love through service for others, sacrifice, saving the environment for the future generations and not being a walking show off. She reads as an NRI who believes in signs from the universe, she is persuasive, even though she qualifies for a high paying desk job, she chooses to give it back by working at a firm that saves the world, one environment issue at a time, she is whip smart and she will cut you up if she wants to. The readers do not have to wait too long to find her heart warming stories, she is painted as a loving human being even from the start, she does not ring any bell in rampant mass media characterization as she does not hug trees, she also does not believe in throwing paint on people who wear fur, Bahl chooses to depict her this way it seems to bank away from stereotype, she makes a very convincing genuinely nice person. Even though she is so likeable, the closest thing to a name that she gets is being called “Bella” by Attilio, an Italian espresso shop owner who “makes the best espresso in the known universe”, I would be tempted to think that her name is Bella of course but I’ve watched enough Hollywood movies to know that a stereotypical smooth talking Italian man would even call foundation and mascara wearing, forgotten to shave me “Bella” which is a term of endearment for a beautiful woman.
Bahl wants the readers to be invested in an aura of suspense which is well kept all throughout the book. Everyone gets a name but the two main characters, even the annoying parent from Azaan’s (Seat 7B’s son) school, the trophy wife super moms of old money New York City gets a name. This however gets a bit too tiring; you want to know more about the characters and their names at least. All their depth are built from a dairy style narrative and then a look back on what the other character has said, this, in Balh’s head would really be up to something but it reads as tiring and obstruction to the flow of the plot. This obstruction was clear as day while Seat 7B came back from a successful pitch at a school in Queens, NYC, it supposedly reads as a sub-plot that will thicken making it a blissful read, I wanted to know how Seat 7B traverses the cut throat world of environmental awareness however the plot falls off the tracks with one of the many wails birthed from Seat 7A’s opposing opinion clouding her mind. Seat 7B has very interesting co-workers, Jose and Max who rarely get indicted in Seat 7B’s endless train of thought but prove to be thoroughly enjoyable every time they populate any page of the book. I would exuberantly enjoy any of their story arch rather than Seat 7A’s unlikeable facade.
A Year of Wednesdays takes you into the life of the two main characters and their experience every Wednesday of a year and some, some Wednesdays are sour and some are sweet, Bahl is immensely gifted in her ability to strike your introspection wheel, make you detest a person and then eventually root for them. I’m sure it was just me but I imagined Bahl smirking while I was overwhelmed with emotions in the last pages of the book, I also imagined her saying “You thought you were so smart didn’t you? Now tell me who’s a good writer?” to which I replied, “You, you’re a good writer mama”.