Author: Karan Mahajan
Publisher: Rupa & Co
Price: Don’t even talk about it.
I was introduced to this book through an expansive book review in a newspaper; unfortunately I don’t remember which one. The book was praised for it’s portrayal of Delhi & reality. As per the review the ending was a let down but overall the book was very good.
The book was thus on radar and not even a minute was wasted to pick it up when I saw it on racks in Crossword.
Set in the Delhi household of Mr. Ahuja, a cabinet Minister in the Urban Development department. An engineer by profession and a father of 13 kids, his wife is now expecting another set of babies (yes they would be twins). His eldest wannabe-rock-star teenaged son is questioning him on the number of kids his parents keep having.
His plans for swanky flyovers in Delhi have gone for a toss with his political rivals jeopardizing the show. Add to this a wife that he was not really supposed to marry, a wife who is dead but is still a part of his life. It isn’t easy for Mr. Ahuja, his life is a mess and he has to get out of it.
This in very brief is the story of the book. Without mincing words I would like to state that this is one of the most disappointing books that I have read in recent times.
The story though on surface looks kind of ok but the execution is bad. I have finished the book (with great difficulty) but I still don’t know what it was all about.
It was about politics, family drama or was it about angst/ confusion of a teenager or was the book trying to tell us the pathetic political condition where CMs & PMs are decided on the basis of everything but qualification or capability. I don’t know what it was all about because it came out as a pathetic khicchdi which leaves a burnt taste in your mouth.
I had picked the book because
- It was supposedly a comedy based in Delhi. I have hardly lived in that city but the mere mention of the name makes me yearn to know more about it. The book however fails to depict even an iota of what Delhi is and I am still struggling hard to find the humor in the book.
- It came with glowing praises from many quarters. I really wonder are those lines & praises for real?
- The cover was attractive. Now I am a firm believer of the saying “don’t judge a book by its cover.”
To add to our woes was the usage of English. Sample this sentence
“He would feel the temptation to embezzle ministerial funds for a washing machine – temptation that flared upward from his groin & culminated in a facial grimace.”
I mean WTH!!! I can quote many more such sentences but that would mean leafing through the book & I don’t want to torture myself again.
I am someone who has no eye for grammatical errors and usually you will never find me complaining about the language/ phrases used in a book but in the case of this I felt that at places more than one that the language was more of a hindrance than a means of expression.
My verdict – Stay away!!!
P.S I feel I could have done with a better review but trust me this book as irritated me so much that I don't even want to re visit it in my thoughts!!!
On a slightly different & irrelevant note..
What happens when you are reading this very interesting book & somebody tries talking to you???
Well, this Saturday I finally managed to get Sophie Kinsella’s latest (I am not even telling how much I paid for it) and was dying to read it but before starting that I had to finish the book that I was reading then; so the wait to start Twenties Girl was killing me.
Now that I have started reading it I am loving it so much that I am in a tearing hurry to finish it. Suddenly I feel that I am not getting enough time to read. This morning after settling down in the bus I started reading the book when the girl next to me says
What’s the theme of the book?
Now, this girl is a friend of mine and I know that she doesn’t even have a slightest interest in reading & was just making small talks (few minutes back she had stopped talking to her fiance and needed someone to talk to). I was irritated (I know it is an extreme reactions) like hell. So, without even turning I said
Will tell you later!!!
I know I was slightly rude but I don't understand why can’t people let others read in peace? Why is it that you have to know what is in the book, as if they have to write a thesis on it. Huh!!! And why do people believe if you are keeping to yourself and reading then your mood is off???
Why can I not read my book in peace??? Why o' Why???
P.S. Coming up next, review of Mistress Of The Game, a bold sequel to Sidney Sheldon's Master of the Game
P.P.S. Am not apologetic for the rant in the end :P
P.P.P.S The title fooled you no?? :D