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Srikanta is a tale of pre-1947 India crumpled in inner turmoil, caste & gender segregation as well as religious hypocrisy. With beautiful narratives and descriptions of the Indian landscape and its unique men and women, it is a story about a weak-willed man who dreams of a better world, yet is moved to inaction by his own inertia to do anything about it. Women come and go, moulding him according to their own ideas and he accepts them meekly. That this was written a 100-200 years back, owing to its surprisingly open discussions on love, sex and the concept of living together beyond the reach of marriage and society, is vey surprising. What is shocking is the sad fact that it's been 200 years and South Asian society is still in the same abject state. Caste segregation is still as brutal and abuse towards women, in the name of religion, patriarchy and marriage, is just as dominant. It seems our subcontinent's spiral of self-destruction will never cease and Sharatchandra's social documentary of the past still holds true in the modern 21st century.