Book Review : Three Mistakes of My Life

I don’t know about my other mistakes but deciding to read this book was my biggest mistake… kidding guys…never mind, but these were my thought process when I was midway to finish the book but the author handled the climax so brilliantly that my decision to wake up till early morning hours to finish the novel did not seem futile.

This is about three small town guys (don’t know how come ahemdabad fall into small town category in author’s dictionary) Omi, Ishaan and author himself. Omi father is a priest and has instilled hardcore Hindu values in him. Ishaan is by far a good cricket player but his only grump was that he could not make it big on Indian cricket scene but he is a Hero in his small locality. The author belongs to a below average family but has good business sense. He is being perceived as more of a businessman than a friend by his mates.

In this novel, Chetan Bhagat has banked his theme upon one of the biggest selling things in India. CRICKET. And he trysted it with a typical clandestine Indian romance story and the Gujrat Riots. Somewhere I think that chetan has deep sense of understanding of what an average Indian reader looks forward into a novel. He makes sure that the reader would not fell bored while reading. Trully speaking, first ¾ of his novels proves to be typical masala movie and climax totally unthought of.

If you would have read his first two books titled “five point someone” & “one night@call center”, you might have got fair idea of chetan’s flair towards putting atleast one sex story as part of his book. In Five point, he shared bed with his toughest professor’s daughter and that too in her own house. This part of story is no way different in three mistakes. You only need to replace professor with his Best friend and daughter with his Friend’s sister. The location is no way different either, roof top of his friends house. The author seems to have lost novelty in creating new ideas. Seems that he needs some help in this particular area.

The story takes an unexpected turn and end somewhat on a sad note. But yeah, it’s worth a try. People like me who have read his earlier two books & were desperately waiting for it for a long time might get disappointed.

I am expecting an innovative and something on completely different lines from his portfolio next time.

But Yeah, I would not mind the couple going naughty in his next sequel too J .

Mumbai Treat

It’s been a long time since I last posted on my blog. But there are few things you want to capture forever. Internet has provided you the space to retain your experiences in your words and carry them forward.

Lots of things have changed in last few months. I am still trying to cope up with Mumbai fast paced life. To me, everybody seems to be living a robotic life in Mumbai. In the morning, when you move out of your home (or shall I say apartment) for your office, you become part of a crowd. “I” get lost in crowd and make way for “we”. “We” somehow defying all grammar rules become singular. “We” has no identity no name. “We” heads towards one direction in the morning and opposite in the evening. Sample size of “we” keeps on changing but even then there are few faces, one can always recognize.

For one, there are no names to address each other. There face becomes their only identity. Even though one recognize other for the last one month being travelling in the same train, one just passes smile to greet each other.  That’s a new form of bonding I saw in Mumbai locals. And that bond hood became possible only because of this robotic life where one become time bound to catch 8:40 bus to dadar and then 9:05 local to lower parel. You make a minor miss and you get late by 15 minute to your office and that’s what I hate the most about Mumbai, it traveling part.

In between all of these, “Ganesh Utsav” came as a welcome change. Whole of Mumbai seems to be gripped by a traffic siege for these 10 days. But nobody seems to grumble about it. You have to witness it once to admire Mumbai spirit. For the past 3 days, on my way back from my office, I have witnessed tens of procession everyday walking past me. People dance to the tune of Dhols and various other musical instruments. They seem to forget all of their tension for those few moments. Though it took me almost two hours to cross a distance of 5 kms but I did not mind this time around.

People say Mumbai is a city of dreams and rightly so once you become part of Mumbai your dreams go bigger and bigger. Let’s put it this way if you have dreamt of owning Mercedes at one point in your life. You just need to take a walk along marine drive and I bet you will come back with a bigger dream and that’s to owe Porche, Maybach, Ferrari or something you have never thought of. That’s Mumbai magic. So you keep dreaming till your retirement to owe one and Mumbai will keep retaining its “dream” tag. ;).