Do you remember when you were that twenty something? You
know, you got your first job and it fascinated you beyond your expectations!?
And when you first got praised for something you’d done, your confidence knew
no bounds! You believed you could take over the world! Well, looks like Anuja
Chauhan never grew out of that phase.
Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against dreaming big. And
by some stroke of good luck Anuja’s big dream does seem to have come true. But
I must admit to experiencing a keen sense of disappointment as I read along.
It happened after the first couple of pages actually. When I
read, I want to be intellectually stimulated. I want the words to gnaw at my
imagination and paint real life pictures for me. But sadly, the beginning of
the book could boast of no literary benefits whatsoever. It made one thing
clear though, like the one-liners she had crafted for Pepsi **Yeh
Dil Maange More** and **Yehi hai right choice baby! **The hinglish would
continue throughout the book. Which incidentally would have been the only value
addition blatantly obvious.
Drawn from her experience from working as a client servicing
executive for Pepsi, Anuja sketches the character of Zoya. Zoya is an MBA who
has landed herself the perfect job with the biggest agency in the country. She
is young and enthusiastic and so not fond of cricket.
But being born on the same date and day as that when India won the
World Cup, she suddenly finds herself playing the role of the lucky charm. This
forms a very witty plot line for the entire story. But the monotonous execution
of the same recurrence makes you want to flip through a couple of chapters and
roll on.
The very predictable love story of Zoya and the Cricket
Captain of the Indian World Cup team 2011 Nikhil Khoda, goes through some
forced climaxes as it hits realization. The only highlight of the modern day
dream love story is the light it sheds on the possible politics which
overshadow critical decisions of the sport.
Very mediocre language keeps the story spinning and at one
point you perhaps want to scream and say, **ok so I know this happens, you don’t have to
tell me again and again, can we please move to what happens next?*
It’s a decent plot line and you could amuse yourself with
the amateurish writing on a travel. But for a read which entices you, you
should perhaps wait for Anuja to grow up…