Analysis Of Five Point Someone English Literature Essay

About the Cover: The three gears represent Hari, Alok and Ryan, while the flower represents Neha. These engineering and human elements are shown to co-exist in harmony. Also, gears need to mesh together to work, representing Hari, Alok and Ryan’s friendship.

The white colour of the cover represents simplicity, as seen in the writing style of the book. The definition of friendship spread all over reinforces the theme of the book.

Synopsis

Five Point Someone is a story about three friends in IIT who are unable to cope.

The book starts with a disclaimer, “This is not a book to teach you how to get into IIT or even how to live in college. In fact, it describes how screwed up things can get if you don’t think straight.”

Three hostelmates – Alok, Hari and Ryan get off to a bad start in IIT – they screw up the first class quiz. And while they try to make amends, things only get worse. It takes them a while to realize: If you try and screw with the IIT system, it comes back to double screw you. Before they know it, they are at the lowest echelons of IIT society. They have a five-point-something GPA out of ten, ranking near the end of their class. This GPA is a tattoo that will remain with them, and come in the way of anything else that matters – their friendship, their future, their love life. While the world expects IITians to conquer the world, these guys are struggling to survive.

Will they make it? Do underperformers have a right to live? Can they show that they are not just a five-point-somebody but a five-point-someone?

Excerpt

From Chapter 2

Prof. Sen distributed the answer sheets in class two days later.

“Five? I got a five out of twenty,” I said to Alok, who sat next to me in class.

“I got seven. Damn it, seven,” Alok said.

“I have three. How about that? One, two, three,” Ryan said, counting on his fingers.

Prof. Sen wrote the customary summary scores on the blackboard.

Average: 11/20

High: 17/20

Low: 3/20

He kept those written for a few minutes, before proceeding with his lecture on cantilever beams.

“I have the lowest. Did you see that?” Ryan whispered to me, unmoved by cantilever beams. It was hard to figure out what he was feeling at this point. Even though he was trying to stay calm and expressionless, I could tell he was having trouble digesting his result. He re-read his quiz, it did not change the score.

Alok was in a different orbit. His face looked like it had on ragging day. He viewed the answer sheet like he had the coke bottle, an expression of anxiety mixed with sadness. It is in these moments that Alok is most vulnerable, you nudge him just a little bit and you know he’d cry. But for now, the quiz results were a repulsive enough sight.

I saw my own answer sheet. The instructor had written my score in big but careless letters, like graffiti written with contempt. Now I am no Einstein or anything, but this never happened to me in school. My score today was five on twenty, or twenty-five per cent, I had never in my life scored less than three times as much. Ouch, the first quiz in IIT hurt.

But take Ryan’s scores. I wondered if it had been worth it for him to even study last night. I was two points ahead of him, or wait a minute, sixty-six per cent ahead of him, that made me feel better. Thank god for relative misery!

Alok had the highest percentage amongst the three of us, but I could tell he did not find solace in our misery. He saw his score, and he saw the average on the board. I saw his face, twisting every time he saw his wrong answers.

We kept our answer-sheet, the proof of our underperformance, in our bags and strolled back to Kumaon. We met at dinner in the mess. The food was insipid as usual, and Alok wrinkled his pug nose as he dispiritedly plopped a thick blob of green substance mess-workers called bhindi masala into his plate. He slammed two rotis on his stainless-steel plate and ignored the rest of the semi-solid substances like dal, raita and pulao. Ryan and I took everything; though everything tasted the same, we could at least have some variety of colors on our plate.

Alok finally brought up the topic of the quiz at the dinner table.

“So, now you don’t have anything to say?”

Ryan and I looked at each other.

“Say what?” I said.

“That how crap this is,” Alok said.

“The food?” I said, fully aware Alok meant otherwise.

“No damn it! Not the damn food,” Alok said, “The apmech quiz.” His expression changed from the usual tragic one to a livelier angry one. I found that expression marginally more pleasant to look at and easier to deal with.

“What about the quiz? That we are screwed. What is to discuss in that?” Ryan simplified.

“Oh really. We are screwed, no damn doubt in that,” Alok said.

I think Alok picks up a word and uses it too much, which ruins the effect. There were too many ‘damns’ in his dialogues.

“Then drop it. Anyway, you got the highest amongst us. So, be happy.”

“Happy? Yes, I am happy. The average is eleven, and someone got seventeen. And here I am, at damn seven. Yes, I am happy my damn Terminator ass,” Alok scoffed.

I told you, Alok ruins the effect. I wanted to tell him that he should stop ‘damn’ right now but something told me he would not appreciate the subtleties of cursing right now.

“What? What did you just say?” Ryan said, keeping his spoon down on the plate, “Did you say Terminator?”

“Yes. It was a stupid idea. Your stupid damn idea,” Alok said.

Ryan froze. He looked at Alok as if he was speaking in foreign tongue. Then he turned toward me.

“You heard what he said? Hari, you heard? This is unbelievable man,” Ryan turned to me.

I had heard Alok, nothing being the matter with my eardrums but I wasn’t paying attention to anything apart from keeping counts of the ‘damns’.

“Hari, you think I screwed up the quiz?” Ryan asked slowly.

I looked at Alok’s and Ryan’s faces in quick succession, mediating on something I did not understand yet.

“Ryan, you got three. You still need me to tell you that you screwed up?” I counter-questioned.

“No. I mean Alok is saying I screwed up the quiz for both of you because I took you to the movie. You think so or…?”

“That is not what I said…” Alok interrupted even as Ryan raised his hand to indicate silence.

Q & A

What is Five Point Someone about?

Five point Someone is about three boys in IIT who can’t cope with the system. Their poor grade point average, brands them as the underperformers of IIT society – and tests everything else they hold important – friends, love, dreams and responsibilites. How important are grades or broadly speaking, how important is success compared to other aspects of your life? Five Point Someone explores this question.

Wow, sounds heavy. Is it?

Oh No! Not at all. The primary idea of this book is to entertain the reader. The genre is humour, and it attempts to bring the reader back into their college days where money was scarce, friends were plenty and even when facing deep life issues – you were having fun.

Tell us something more about the writing style used in the book?

The writing style is extremely informal. This may be reffered to as modern English, but the idea is to write as people talk in college age. Hence, no flowery language, no tough words you dreaded in a dictation, no set rules. Yet – it works, because it is the language of real people.

How big is the book?

The final details are being worked out, but expected to be around 250 pages which is a medium sized novel. However, because of the simple language, the book reads much faster.

So the book is set in IIT?

Yes, the book is set in the IIT Delhi campus. Locations, places and venues are all very real. And the prices for paranthas are real too – though at one point in time in the past.

Can we know a bit more about the story?

Hmmm. Telling you too much will take away something. Let us just say – three guys Hari, Alok and Ryan are wingmates in the hostel and have the same department. The three of them become the best friends, but they have different personalities, and different expectations out of the future. They have a rough start, and the downward spiral of the IIT system grips them before they know it. Does that help?

Sort of. And what is the love angle in the book?

And there is one female character in the book – the beautiful Neha, daughter of Professor Cherian. Rest, when you pick up the book.