I think I’m crazy. No. I am pretty much crazy. Reason?
The book which I read even after hearing everyone, I repeat, hearing everyone say “not worth reading”.
I’m a glutton for self-punishing by reading books that antagonize the reader.
If you are pretty fed-up with life and want to feel good, pick this book up and tell yourself that even if you choose to write a story, you would do better than this.
If you are still confused, then the book is One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat.
Name: One Indian Girl
Author: Chetan Bhagat.
Publisher: Roopa Publication
Description of One Indian Girl:
Meet Radhika, a super achiever working at Goldman Sachs and earning over half a million.
Meet Brijesh, the poor guy getting married to Radhika.
Seems like a simple love story?
Well, you are yet to know Radhika well. She is a “Feminist”.
Sounds like a different specimen right? Not exactly.
She wants equality. In what exactly?
Wait till the end.
This is her story of never-ending narration of her past and failed relationships. So read at your own risk.
Okay, what’s the point of two sections of my opinion and the blurb? It sounds the same to me.
On this Valentine’s day, I will suggest every single person read this book. Why? You will definitely feel so awesome about being single!!!
Back to the book, I will be very mature and write what exactly I liked about the book rather than crib about it at this point.
I liked the cover.
So coming to what I didn’t like about the book:
The story. There wasn’t any.
The point I’m trying to make is this: The book kind of demeans the reader’s intellect and the culture India as a whole stands for. There is a character assassination of every Punjabi Mom for I, being a Bangalorean can tell you Punjabi mothers are not bears and are not ultra stupid. Next Punjabi fathers. I don’t think they are biased people who keep silent during the raging world war at home. However, I shall not stand to judge that.
Next Punjabi fathers. I don’t think they are biased people who keep silent during the raging world war at home. However, I shall not stand to judge that.
Coming to young women of India who happen to go out of the nation. Well, no comments again. I don’t think they end up being so mentally weak that they require others to control their highs and lows.
Finally the guys of this epic book, Debu, the useless, Neel, the careless, and Brijesh, the helpless. I can’t describe these masterpieces with words. I find myself lost with my sorrow at how stupid these men are and clearly clueless.
I totally give up after so much frustration. I did this to myself.
So now to get over book depression I choose to go pick up another book. Hope that is better in that One Indian Girl.
Guess what? I have a feeling that it will be.