I’m about 30 pages in and I was having high expectataion on this volume warmly recommended to me by some Indian friendes. Chetan Bhagat is one of the most-beloved Indian authors writing in English, but as everywhere, the best-loved isn’t always the best literature.
The characters are unpleasant and boring, the dialogues flat and the situations seem invented- I can’t relate to the sense of humour at all and the writing sounds like some chit-chat of university students, the narrator being a nerdy little macho who somehow( miraculously to himself and unfortunately also to his readers) defeats the charm of the campus by telling her he doesn’t like her dres shorts and then having sexuality with her after two weeks( the fact unromantically being referred as an inevitable thing after a man and a woman spend so much time together in one room). Some of my problems with the narrator could stem from the different culture background, but mostly I felt like" Oh wow, how can a person earn so much money by writing such everyday material without any new revelations at all?"
I’m not too sure I’ll finish this at the moment as I don’t even have the mood to learn anything more about India and its people than from watching some Bollywood filmi, and they are at least good entertainment with their sing and dancing mummies, soldiers and beauty queens.