Walking Mundanity

Summer 2016, Sunday morning, 11:00 am, forget about the whole post, I’m still stuck thinking about what my next line would be. Because hey, walking mundanity, that is my life. And I friggin’ love it!

Straight out of the first year of MBA, or what I like to call, the grinding year, that sucked my soul like an ugly dementor. Not that dementors are beautiful, anyway, and definitely not kissable… but you get the point, right? So here I landed in apparently, one-of-the-most-happening-cities of my country, as the children these days call it (What can I say, I’m an old soul), for my internship. And I don’t challenge that title because it is the most happening, if 1. you like trekking (which is not possible in this season unless you wear a fire proximity suit… but that would be really uncomfortable to go trekking in, I reckon) or 2. if you like to drink. A lot. Which is something that doesn’t interest me. But despite that, I’m loving it here SO MUCH!

One, I’m alone. Two, I’M ALONE!
I mean I’ve never been this independent in my entire life. Sure, it gets boring sometimes. And I’ve had my fair share of I-want-to-go-home moments. But then, these are the two months which I’ll never forget. If you’ve still not understood why I’m so happy with my life here, I’ll set a scene for you. Books, loads of food OF MY CHOICE, HELL LOT OF SLEEP, aimlessly roaming around the city, hours of binge watching,  hours of uninterrupted day dreaming, and…the best thing.. there’s no one to question. Oh and internship? Well, it’s all good. Demands me to work only about 12-15 hours a week, that too on a field job in marketing. So much exposure and so much learning in such few hours. I couldn’t ask for more. This is perfect.

So long-story-short, I’m having the time of my life here. Which is soon going to end, in about half a month. And I’m trying to make the most of every single day. Books to finish, places to visit, restaurants to dine in, TV shows to watch and shop , shop, shop , before it’s all over and I’m once again caught up in the busy life of assignments and tests.

So that’s all about what I’ve lately been up to.

Stay tuned for some book reviews, maybe some artworks, and random rants about random stuff.



Reading Harry Potter makes you a better person…

… and I’m not saying this because I’ve loved these books for more than half of my life or because I’m so emotionally attached to this series. I’m saying this because it actually does. I’ve always said that I can blindly trust anyone who has grown up reading these books. And I’m really glad that a research actually proved that Harry Potter lovers are usually more accepting and tolerant in general than others. (Actually that’s just the tip of an iceberg. In addition to that, it has made us much much MUCH more than that.) 
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This was in the news last sunday and it has been doing rounds on all social medias since last week, and I thought, being a potterhead, it was only fair that it should be on my blog too, because, honestly, this book has shaped half of my ideas and perspectives about world and life in general. 

And this is also an answer to all those people who have never read these books and have always looked at it as just another ‘fairytale for kids’ and who ask me why I ‘still’ love it. I would just like to say this… pick it up and know for yourself. 

Nothing much for me to say in this. It pretty much speaks for itself. You can also read about it here or here. Or just google it, it’s everywhere. 😉




Why I Hate Chetan Bhagat And His Books

I have never talked about it so openly. But it was only about time. Yes, I admit. I don’t like his books. And to an extent, him too.

Before I start, here’s an introduction to his upcoming book which speaks for itself on how BRILLIANT a writer he is.

“Once upon a time, there was a Bihari boy called Madhav. He fell in love with a girl called Riya. Madhav didn’t speak English well. Riya did. Madhav wanted a relationship. Riya didn’t. Riya just wanted friendship. Madhav didn’t. Riya suggested a compromise. She agreed to be his half-girlfriend.”

Brilliant, right? That’s why thousands are already pre-ordering his next book just on the basis of these AMAZING lines.

If you don’t see the problem yet, read on.

To be honest with you all, I have never actually read any of his books entirely. I started with One Night At The Call Center and The Three Mistakes Of My Life but I couldn’t get past 25 pages or so. Not because it wasn’t my ‘taste’, as some would call it, but because it was utter trash. And I have no intention of picking up any of his books in future too. I have read enough to know that I can never like his work. And the fact that everyone likes his books so much is truly beyond my understanding. It’s so saddening to know what taste the youth of our country has when it comes to books, where writers like him are the best sellers.

I’m not saying that don’t read his works. Everyone has a choice and you are most welcome to read whatever you like. My concern is not that people love his books, but that his books are the books that people love BEST. And a lot of people argue that Chetan Bhagat has woken up a whole new generation of readers, who otherwise, wouldn’t have picked up a book in their lifetimes. But let’s face it. What good is it doing to anyone to read the kind of books that he writes? What I’ve noticed most is that the people who adore his books, never really grow out of it. It’s like they have developed an interest in reading, but it’s unfortunately limited to that type and that type alone, which includes the likes of Of Course I love You, Till I find Someone Better or Now That You’re Rich, Let’s Fall In Love by Durjoy Dutta or a ton of other works by young adult writers who have made their ways into the bookshelves of most of the Indian youth by penning down the cheesy rants of their own love lives. And when you think about it, how is it even helping us to develop . I understand that not all books are meant to be constructive and that we are entitled to a light read too. But what if it is all most people around you like to read and appreciate. I’m not against romantic books, it’s just that all of these books I’m talking about have, more or less, the same old monotonous plots. A plot which has love, heartbreak, a story based around social media (because come on, it speaks to us, doesn’t it?), couple of sensual descriptions, maybe throw in a bit of college life too, and there! You have it! A perfect bestseller!

Now coming back to why I don’t like Chetan Bhagat, it’s not because he’s a best-selling writer who writes shitty books or definitely not because he’s successful or that he’s making millions with his stories which ‘connect’. In fact, good for him that he’s achieved so much with so little talent of storytelling. I don’t like him because whatever little I know about him,  he never came across as a rational person to me. His Sunday articles in TOI, never being even close to as good as you’d expect from a bestselling author. His latest one, “A five step programme may help a tottering Congress party recover”, suggesting points like ‘Rahul should say sorry‘ and that ‘they should tell us how things will be different‘ and ‘to pick on the shortcomings of the new government‘. These are literally 3 out of 5 points. Now look me in the eyes and tell me what a GENIUS he is. And another instance when he wrote that article which was ‘meant’ to be women empowering. To quote exactly what he wrote:

“Can you imagine life without the ladies? There would be body odour, socks on the floor and nothing in the fridge to eat. The entertainment industry would die.”

Oh wow! Is that supposed to make us feel empowered that this world would fall apart, if we don’t cook food or pick after men or entertain them? Is that supposed to make us feel proud and good about ourselves to know that, according to him, this is all we are meant for?

I understand that he may have meant it in the best interest and that he encourages equality. But then again, it all comes down to choice of words and how you express it, an understanding which eludes him. And these are just a couple of instances. Don’t even get me started on his entire articles. Not to mention his constant mindless blabbering on twitter like when he tweeted “The rupee is asking, is there no punishment for my rapists.” or when he tweeted “In Slumdog Millionaire, a chaiwallah won the top prize. The world loved that story. Remember that.”, pointing to our PM. Not something you’d expect from a ‘top writer’ of our country. Would you? But there he is. Known as India’s Best Storyteller. Now recognized in the same league as Vikram Seth, R.K.Narayan, Aravind Adiga, Amitav Ghosh, etc. Such a shame!