Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Movie Review - How to Train Your Dragon


All my friends know that I am a big fan of the animation genre. I like watching animation movies like anything. My favorites, till sometime back, used to be Japanese animation movies which were especially good because the characters were so well developed that you would feel as if you know the characters. The movies didn’t use to have all the special effects but the concept in itself was so pulling, and the shades of the characters (with more than occasional shades of gray) so very well defined that the movie in itself would pull the viewers in. Contrasting that with the most of the Hollywood animation movies of six years ago, the plot used to be very simple, predominantly fantasy fiction related (well isn’t that what animation is all about?) and the characters very “linear”. Most of the characters didn’t use to have any moral dilemma and things were pretty much black and white clear. More importantly, the movies used to have a fixed theme… be it the dream of a robot or plans of getting rich quick or some other similar theme. Contrasting it with Japanese movies where more than one concept used to be at work in an environment, and off the beaten track of theme such as androids (Astroboy came pretty late but there were others), Princess Mononoke, Sprited Away etc.

However, off late, Hollywood has also started to create animation wonders which have such wonderful script built into the storyline, and so very well developed characters, and definitely not following the beaten track on themes. Examples can be seen in movies such as WALL-E, UP, 9, Coraline etc. The latest offering which I liked a lot is the movie How to Train Your Dragon.

Over the years, we have all seen a wide variety of dragons in different series be it Eragon or Dragon Heart or something else. But, never has a dragon been portrayed to be in such a cute avatar with feline creatures. And as opposed to the beaten formula of Hollywood, the dragon doesn’t talk neither physically nor telepathically. :D. on the other hand, the awkwardness of protagonist, his earnest desire to be like his elders and his efforts to rise in the eyes of his father, who incidentally is also the clan chief; leave every one reminiscing about the good old days.

I won’t spoil the story for you in case any of you were planning to watch the movie. But if you are planning to, I will say go right ahead and watch this amazing piece of work for an amazing storyline and for it being a wonderful 85 minutes of movie right from the beginning of the movie with a narration from our protagonist Viking (Yes you read it right, A VIKING!), hiccup; till the last moment when all the main characters soar in sky and ending with “Dragons!” right from the moment that hiccup starts describing his world, you feel as if you are a part of the world. In fact, I found this one to be even more engaging that Avatar.

Like all great movies, How To Train Your Dragon has absolutely high quality animation and character development in addition to a generous dose of emotional angle. Not only does the relation between Hiccup and Toothless the dragon have funny and emotional moments; the story also boasts of a touching moments in a father-Son relation that will remind most of their own experiences in similar situations. And of course there is also a love angle, but only just, in the movies seeing as the main protagonist and others around him (except of course the elders) are in their early teens.

But I found the most engaging character of the story to be the Night fury dragon that has been shown in the looks of a panther and with such innocent expressions as befit a cat or a puppy. Rest of the dragons have been picturized in rather exaggerated colors, shapes and sizes.
One other aspect that I really liked was the realistic aspect in the movies. In the end, hiccup loses one of his foot. Now that’s a bit unconventional when it is thought of… but when you fight someone hundre thousand times your size, you are bound to have some injuries (unless of course you are Rajnikath… Then you can beat the big fella without even lifting your pinky and yet come out unruffled).

Of course there are several stories about son seeking approval of their fathers. But that’s not all about this movie, it also about how there are some things so profound that they force you to change your beliefs. How deep emotional relationships heed no boundary. Oooff… that was some heavy stuff wasn’t it?

Anyhow, if nothing else, I recommend you to watch the movie for sheer fun quotient, some really good dialogues and amazing visual appeal.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Bollywood Tambola - My Ranting


Bollywood Tambola…. A dunderhead program which you can watch on NDTV Imagine everyday at around 9 PM is an absolutely wonderful concept. In fact it is a double money making machine for the producers of the show. You get money from the telecom operators on behalf of the morons that call in on the show AND you don’t even have to pay the prize money.

The basic idea behind the program is very simple. The host, a guy trying to do his best to look like a Casanova (or a gal trying to look like a siren, attempting to lure the unwary… only in this case not just sailors but just about everybody), will ask the audience a very simple question about a Bollywood Celebrity and the caller has to just call the given number and “just take away” the money. Nothing could be simpler than this… right?

Well… Wrong. First let me explain a little bit about the game. There are three modes of contacting the host: Firstly, calling through landline; Secondly, calling through mobile; and Thirdly, sending an SMS to the given number. However, try as you might, you can’t call that number from a landline. They give you a code to message through the mobile but they don’t tell you how to send the answer which effectively makes the message just a waste of the money. Then, in the final bid to reach the host, you would have to call that number from mobile being charged something like Rs. 10 per minute… Needless to say that this statement is placed in the finest of fine prints on the screen.

But that is still not the end of the story. You are told that you are actually “A lucky audience” and that “You have reached the Waiting lounge”. The most irksome thing is that you are time and again being told that you are in the waiting lounge whereas the host on the show is not getting any calls at all despite this being such an easy question.

Well the episode I watched figured an eyeshot of a famous Bollywood actress (oops Actor). The person in question was Rani Mukherjee. The host gave a lot of tantalizing hints about the identity such as “Raja ka opposite kya hai”… “Dil bole Hadippa”… “Karan Johar and Shahrukh Khan ki favourite”… and so on.

The host keeps on “trying” to make the deal even more lucrative… Increasing the prize money… Showing more of the face and so on… but what got me is that during the show almost all the names of the actresses were thrown around, just short of getting around to male actors or reaching to Hollywood actors/actresses on the “Bollywood Tambola” :D

In fact, the host(ess) tried to engage the audience with witty verbal banter such as “Mein jaanta(jaanti) hoon ki aap hi sahi answer jaante hain… fir bhi aap mujhe phone kyoon nahin kar rahe hain?” (I know that you know the right answer but why aren’t you calling me yet?) and “inhone toh galat jawab diya but aap jab sahi jawab jaante hain toh phone kyoon nahin karte?” (The guy before gave a wrong answer but you the right answer… why aren’t you calling?) What’s really irksome is that while you are kept on hold, of course you are still lucky to have gotten through the connection the host assures us and the caller is made to listen to the endless waiting call tone, there are absolutely no calls coming into the studio. Almost makes one wonder why are people being kept on hold while no calls are pouring in the studio and still the host is urging more and more people to call the number. Another curious thing that I observed was that all the callers were males and the Bollywood celeb is always female. Curious, isn’t it?

The first time, I spent 30 minutes watching this excuse of a show just to see what would happen when anyone would call in with the right answer. As it happens the entire episode was about this one question where the people called in at intermittent intervals with answers as varied as Deepika Padukone to Ravina Tandon to Celine Jaitley. I mean how difficult can it be to guess an answer as easy as that. The program sure beats the hell out of “Are you smarter than a Fifth grader?” Because the people that were able to get through the waiting lounge didn’t seem like they were. After that I switch the program for a couple of minutes every week just to see if anything is different and I am surprised that it is. The host changes every week… Probably the shame of being on such a show drives them to commit suicide or probably their conscience forced them to do something more worthwhile like, I dunno, watch a spider build its web or contemplate deeply on the theological implications of the dissonance between metaphysical and contemplative world or why and how the space – time continuum is not visible in the existing 3-D analytical framework of the modern mathematics.

And if you think that that’s it for one episode folks at least I will get to know who the celebrity is then you couldn’t be more wrong. The picture is carried over the next day with the whole charade being repeated again.

What I think about this entire episode is that the producers of the show think that the audience are a bunch of fools… anyone could see what was happening on the show. The producers had deliberately set up an easy question on the show to get more and more people to call or message on the number and increase the revenue that the producers collect from the telecom operators. Furthermore, since there was only one question on the entire episode, the number of incoming calls per prize would be maximized so the profits again get increased to the maximum levels. Additionally, all the numbers that called in were kept on hold to further increase the revenue. I strongly suspect that the calls that finally got through must have been from the insider circle of the producers so that they don’t even have to give out the prize money to an outsider; effectively making this all a glorified farce. But then again this is my reading in this scenario judging from the type of calls that were pouring in and the fact the right answer was never given throughout the show, even when almost 80 % of the face was visible.

But what was the most shameful about this entire episode was that such a sham of a program was being aired on an NDTV channel. I might have understood had this show been telecast on some cable channel. But NDTV? That is pure disgraceful.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The ancient art of Bargaining

At the very outset, I will say it “All the Indians are proficient in the subtle art of bargaining”. There. I said it. Period. Doubt it? Please read further as I try to convince you of the same.

Russel Peters says “We Indians are cheap and we are proud to be so. We walk into a store in US and where others would take a look at a Reebok shirt and see if it is worthwhile to buy it from the store; we Indians think of whom we can contact back in Ludhiana to get that shirt from the factory outlet”. Well that’s not verbatim what he said but that’s about the gist of it.

And don’t tell me that you don’t know that. Every time that street hawker has told you that a trinket you fancy is for 20 bucks, as certainly as good wins over evil in a Hindi movie, you have said “Kya baat kar rahe ho bahiayya… Yeh toh 10 rupey ka hai”. And then of course you proceeded to make a bulk deal with him to give the trinket to you at a discount and in turn you will buy two hundred dozens of the same.

And we don’t feel it to be natural that people actually buy things without bargaining. I mean, we really cringe at the very thought that there are some naïve creatures left on the face of the earth, after the phenomenon we know as Indian Population Explosion of the Hindu rate of growth, who may actually have been developing the thoughts of buying the thing at the price quoted buy the vendor at the very same time you were planning your strategy for counter offer to that quote. How very rude! What if some of that being’s naivety had rubbed off you? Your charitra would have been lanchaned forever. You would not have been able to show your black face anywhere. (Well this goes with the typical hindi dialogue of tum apna kaala muhn dikhane ke layak nahin rahi). And well.. hawkers are just one small part. We Indians have perfected the art of bargaining in every face of life. While trying to get an autowallah to go to the destination of your choice in Delhi (or a taxiwallah in Kolkata), a difficult feat in itself seeing as both of them are more interested in passengers who also happen to be going their way; we also find newer and newer avenues for bargaining with them. Going to buy clothing material from market? Of course the shopkeeper has to give you some discount seeing as you have been a loyal customer to them. Now you don’t have to be a regular or anything, you just have to convince him that you are. He won’t know a difference.

A very good incident that I recall from the movie “Outsourced” which very aptly describes the ingrained bargaining nature in the psyche of a typical Indian – A foreigner asks a local sardarji taxiwallah to go to a certain location. The Hindi speaking, non-English speaking driver says 5000 bucks. The English guy agrees to it but still tries to reiterate the location. The driver, Indian that he is, thinks that the English guy is trying to bargain, as the driver is habituated to people bargain over taxi fares, complaining about the prices and brings down it to something like 3500 bucks. The English guy gets confused as to why he has reduced the prices and asks him so. The driver again thinks that the noble art of bargaining is being actively practiced and further reduces the price to around 3000 bucks and ending the transaction with “Bas sir is se kam nahin ho sakta… mere biwi bachhe bhooke mar jayenge” (That is the least that I can go sir. Or else my wife and children would have to go hungry).

Like so many other things that we Indians are good at, , we have even perfected the art of bargaining down to the last frown of the face and even the impact of socio economic classification and the environmental factors in the bargaining and a study on difference in bargaining nature in the Tier I and tier II cities.

This haggling begins with the vendor quoting an obnoxiously high price to you because even he known that you are going to bargain. You feign indignation at the quoted prices with witty and absolutely never before heard remarks like “haan haan bhaiyya kyoon nahin” and “nahin bhaiyya aisse toh nahin chalega”. The key here is to fake it. You are expected to play the role of a helpless victim of the free trade, increasing prices and decreasing incomes, and how you could buy the same thing at a fraction of the price “couple of years back” (a vague phrase). In fact, you are expected to feel insulted by the price quoted. But don’t get too much into the flow and move away. Otherwise you would never be able to buy that thing in a bargain and you would have to buy it at a “proper” retail outlet at MRP (A typical Indian reader is fully expected to experience a shudder at this point). So you stay in the game. You tell him that you are insulted. You tell him to lower his prices or else you will go (FAKE IT but don’t actually go away dummy!). Then the vendor will play his part of doubting your ability to buy that product, trying to hint that the product is too good for you. But don’t take it personally. It is all a part of the game. This Cat-and-mouse-chase may continue for several minutes, the equivalent of corporate lingo which says “We are still in discussion with all the concerned parties and that nothing has been finalized as yet. There are still several factors to be considered”. Then the two parties try to haggle back and forth a bit. Then when a price mutually acceptable to both the parties is reached, and where you think the margin is not too much, the game ends.

So why do we bargain? The scientists at the Baburao Ganpatrao Aapte Institute of Medical Engineering and Management have conducted a research on several test subject and came out with shocking findings. According to their research, the Indians actually enjoy bargaining. Following are some of the key research results:

We “enjoy” it – We try and value bargaining for what it symbolizes and not only for what it means. By dictionary definition, bargaining is a haggling process. But we Indians know that it is actually more than that… it is actually a gentle process of giving and taking, accommodating others etc. Of course the satisfaction of saving that 10 paisse on an article is also a good feeling, even though you are still deciding what to do with those extra 9 flower vases that you had to buy. The gentle feeling of haggling over prices, equivalent to “nonk jhonk” between a couple, is such a great feeling. As a hindi song goes “tera manana mera ruth jaana re… saiyyan dil mein aana re… aake fir na jaana re”.

A secret revolt – Indians have been ruled for long enough time by foreigners. Which is even more ironic now that India is considered a mecca of brainy people, sometimes I wonder how come no one thought earlier about revolting against brits. Anyhow, ruled as we were, we were cheated and deprived of what was our due. That has left deep mental scars deep in our subconscious… so deep that the good for nothing American scientists are trying to find a gene even for that. So this deep mistrust is now manifesting in the form of our distrust on the vendors with the assumption that those useless vendors are trying to cheat us as well. Thus the bargaining is the form of revolt that we people are practicing to get what’s our due.

A part of Psyche – From the moment we are born till the moment we die, we witness countless occasions on which we witness bargaining in action. No occasion, however insignificant or great, is too small or too big for bargaining. When we are born, we witness the hijras (oops I believe gender neutral is the politically correct term here) coming to parents and bargaining for 10 grands and a saari from parents. Of course bargaining kicks into action from that moment onwards and finally those people may be lucky enough to get a couple of hundred bucks. Wedding? That’s the mother of all occasions from bargaining standpoint. With so many occasions ranging from shopping, catering, wedding planners, cleaners to gender neutrals, every stage is a bargainer’s haven. Net impact of all this is that the bargaining nature is ingrained in the psyche of a typical Indian. Hence, in a way of speaking; bargaining completes us.

A great equalizer – India is a great democratic, secular country. We believe in the equality of all human beings within the state on India. We allow for no bias or discrimination on the basis of gender, caste, creed, political affiliation, or ethnic origins. In this way, bargaining is India incarnated. The act of bargaining transcends all virtual or even imaginary boundaries. In India, doesn’t matter an Indian or a foreigner, a Hindu or a Muslim, a male or a female; all are subjected to the same haggling process and all have to follow the same protocol for bargaining.

Bargaining is a great Conversation starter – Imagine a situation where you bought an item. You went to your friend’s home and saw the same item. Now if that item were something that would be sold at MRP only, what fun would it be to discuss it. No imagine that item is something that you get from flea market. Now begins the game of one-upping the other. Who paid less for that item than other? Whose product has better finish than other?

And the less said about the level to which we can go to for bargaining, the better it is. Let’s just say that it is enough to put even Ekta Kapoor to shame. And trust me… that would mean reallllly something as it would take a lot to put her to shame.

After all where would the fun of shopping be if all that we had to buy would be available in a store near you at a fixed MRP. Would be rather not go to Big Bazaar or its contemporaries and shop there? But then what would happen to the livelihood of the lot of traders in Karol Bagh, and Chawri Bazaars and the likes. In fact, we should be proud that we are in fact helping in providing means for such a large population to sustain themselves.

Were it not so, the entire world would be a one large BuyNLarge (aka WALL-E). And we know what that led to, didn’t we?

Some good links on the same topic :D 

Friday, April 23, 2010

Stereotypes - Class


My second in the series of Stereotypes, I hope that this one is liked as well as the first one on  Stereotypes in Traffic-----------------------------


Mr-Know-It-All - A SRK or Amitabh of sorts in the class (purely in terms of status and not to be taken as an estimate of popularity or looks); he is the bane of all his fellow class mates. An outlier that he is, he can single handedly take the class average up. Now, while that may appear as a good thing, it’s not. He creates major problems in Relative Grading scenarios. (You know who I am talking about here, don’t you?)

Mr-Who-Think-He-Knows-It-All – Akin to Rakhi Sawant, he may think he is very clever and all but rest assured, he is not. They think that they have the force with you but what they don’t know is that the ring of Sauron has slipped off their finger a long time and that the people can actually see him for what he they really is.

Mr-***Licker – These are the “Yes-boss” followers of the Yoda that the professor is. Never known to contradict whatever the professor are saying, they are often also known to evolve to a point to which they even start sounding similar to the professors, expressing the views that the profs are still in the process of contemplating. In the extreme avatar, these people even start wearing similar clothes as to the profs (aka Thick-brows and Gai sensei :D).

Mr-Sleeper – Well the name explains the chief characteristic of this person. Whatever the class, whatever the subject, whatever the professor and at all the times of the day; this person can be banked upon to give unwavering performance of sleeping in all the lectures. Often, they are very active once outside the class, but the soporific powers of the class have an especially strong effect on them. These people can be seen often on the vicinity of back benches, sometimes accompanied by loud sounds which the scientists are now planning to call as “snores”. Occasionally, these are also known to exhibit astute awareness of what is happening in their surroundings and react accordingly such as waking up suddenly with a question and supporting argument for the professor. The results for same may sometime include the elongation in the facial features of the surrounding people along with a certain bewilderness of the person concerned.

Mr-I-Don’t-care-whatever-you-say – This is the category of students which is the bane of the professors. They are least concerned with whatever the professors are speaking. They, after all, have their own very important things to consider such as the rate of growth of toenails in the ants or creating a solution for global warming. If they don’t like the statistics class that the professor are teaching, then he better be ready for a reprimand because these people WILL speak their mind. They are very carefree, innocent people; not very well versed with the functioning of the real world. So what if they are late for the train? Surely the train can wait beyond their departure time, shouldn’t it?

Mr-Stud – Bare minimum required levels of attendance, decent looks, minimal studying and still passing the exams with more than average scores; these folks are a source of jealousy to a lot of people. Even the profs are a bit inclined towards being a bit lenient towards these creatures; thereby creating a source of even more jealousy.
Mr-Cynic – He is very well known for his sense of crtiticism. People are afraid of speaking abything to him for the fear of a sharp reprimand on the knuckles for he is well versed with the art of nit picking and how to strip an argument bare, down to the last strand of DNA. He takes every comment, every argument, every figure... In short everything with a pinch of salt. Though, he can always be banked to bring out a sound logic in most of the projects.


Mr-Project-Manager - This species of homosapiens are well versed in the art of dividing. Whether it is dividing as to who will read what before exams and teach whom, or who will complete what part of the project and present which part; he can be banked up on to complete their work. They are always infested with a cluster of false emergency signals and have been known to have actually submitted their assignments well before deadlines. Though, they are a bane to most of the free riders as PM saab treats the free riders in the same way as the lepers are treated at the national convention of high tea drinking English upper class ladies or how the Pakistani players were treated at IPL3.


Mr-Globu – GLOBE or general bakar is the forte of this person. He need not even know about the topic on which he is speaking because he has certain set passages, snatches from different conversations and his ability to speak impromptu which are bound to come to his rescue and get him through any conversation with any person. But be warned, you stand at risk of losing your sanity, or in extreme cases your lives, while talking to him. I have seen people who have lost their will to live just by talking to these people. Interestingly, a lot of students who belong to this category are often known to become communication or “leadership” profs in their career; thereby tapping into a vast reservoir of unsuspecting bait, ready to unleash the full extent of their GLOBE on to those unfortunate ones to have landed him.

Mr-Theory – An Aristotle cum Shakespeare sum Yoda in the making, he is the perfect person for you is all you want to do is to spend an hour or two in his black hole (no pun intended). Have you been wondering why KKR has been displaying such dismal performances in IPL or why Mania actually wants to marry Kho-aib? For all such queries do contact Mr-Theory baba at 420-9-2-11.

Mr-Fraud-Questioner – What we used to call as fraud CP [Class Participation – As noted in ancient scriptures, it was a clever ploys developed by the sensei’s of ancient Japan to pit their followers against one another and to see which one out-speaks the other. Needless to say, like so many other Japanese techniques, this one is still widely practiced. Only the classrooms have changed] or one who actively indulges in after class participation with almost every professor. Their knack of confirming all their doubts from the professors often leaves the fellow students slightly red faced and in dire need to a few hundred shots of Vella-llium. Of course they are extremely obnoxious in nature and do actually think that they are indeed very smart and that the professor hasn’t noticed that they have simply rephrased the question original asked to the class. The professor, on his part, is silently laughing at the folly of this person while the rest of class is openly muttering curses to turn Mr-Fraud-Questioner to a Gollum and restricted to saying only “My Precious”.


Mr-Opinionated – He has an opinion and no one in the entire wide universe, no logic no rhyme can stir him from his opinions. He need not even have any logic behind whatever he is saying but he will argue for it like it is the most fundamental thing.

Mr-Sincere - In the pre KJo-Bhardwaj-Chopra era of the bollywood, of the famous mere pass maa hai genre; this class of the students were the ones who were known to top the exams and become awwal number the afsars even after studying under the street lights, their modern day avatars, though diminishing in numbers, can still be found in groups in the libraries of the college. They are very often the favorites of the professors for their knack of actually reading the cases assigned for the class, submitting the assignments by solving the questions on their own and a strict no-no to topoing assignments from others.


On popular demand, here are some stereotypes found only in the females but first a general observation. In both engineering (not talking about IGIT) and management education (not talking about XLRI or other HR management instis) there is a death of female candidates. Thus, all that the male candidates want is a more demographic representation of the countries’ male-female ratio in these institutes. In these hallowed institutions, sightings of a fellow homo-sapiens from venus is considered a divine sign and properly revered. Unfortunately, the situation reverses at the time of placements when the odds are indescribably in the favor of fairer sex. In most of the cases, an educated (trust me even big names are not required) female from the institutes (even if they are from Baburao Ganpat Rao Apte Institute of Medical, Engineering and Commerce Studies), with decent “attributes” are amongst the first ones to land with the best of the jobs. That’s not to say that they are not qualified for the job, heaven knows I have seen more than my fair share of qualified females during both engineering and MBA, but that sometimes other glaring attributes may also play a significant role. It is at those times that all males rue the fairer sex and crib about them.

Now that that bit of cribbing is out of the system, let’s get started with the stereotypes:

Ms-Sati-Savitri – Not referring to the marital or any other status in the fairer sex, these stereotypes are like the Brahmins-touch-me-not-i-will-get-dirty caste of the fairer sex; half of the guys are even afraid to talk to them lest the Earth should split open and swallow them up or the Lord Zeus start showering thunderbolts from the fabled 600th floor of the Empire state building.

Ms-Know-It-All – In addition to possessing all the attributes associated with Mr-Know-It-All, they are known to be incredibly insufferable. Often accompanied by load screeching voices emanating from their mouth or loads of thick, bushy growth from the top of their head; they know it all and they want to prove that they do. As I say, “There is nothing more dangerous than a girl with a point to prove”.

Ms-Congeniality – They like to create an impression of being infinitely delicate and being a femme fatale, always being on the prowl for unsuspecting males through which they can get their work done. Needless to say, many broken hearts are a testimony to the success rates of their tactics.

Ms-Tomboy – Rules, social dictat all may go to hell when these man-ladies decides to strut around the college with weird, barely fitting, ten sizes too short clothes; doing things that no guy would be caught dead doing.

There is an obvious stereotype of the fifth type (you know the one that ditched the singer and cause him so much of emosanal atyachar and to whom the singer pleads to take away his life) in the fairer sex (and one whose male counterpart is relatively rare to find, but sometimes you do find some playboys being described in newspapers) but I would rather not elaborate on them in view of this being a public forum and the fact that they are all too obvious for everyone to see.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Book Review - May i hebb your attention pliss


A friend of mine, with whom I spent my time in the torture chamber that Kolkata was, forwarded me an address to a blog written by some Bengali Chap called Arnab Ray about a week or two back. The blog can be referred here. Initially I was a bit skeptic about the blog because… well frankly I have not had a great track record with understanding a Bengali mind and frankly found some of the Bengali literature to be way over my head. In fact, if I have to guesstimate it I would say obher the head of most of da pipil. But from the moment I read the first (or is it the latest) post on the blog, I was hooked on to it. The satiric, sarcastic writing of the dude is so interesting to read especially since I am a great fan of that sort of writing. I liked it so much that within a couple of days, I ordered the newly written book of Arnab – “may i hebb your attention pliss”. And what a delight it turned out to be. 

I do recommend that you read the book but first some important things that need to be mentioned-

1) It is not a novel. It does not have any story. The book is divided in chapters and there is no interconnecting links between them except that they have been written by the same demented mind.
2) It provides a view of the world from the perspective of an extremely keen realist who sees the world for how it is and is able to present it with sarcastic twist to it.
3) The humor in the book begins from the first page itself starting with rave reviews” of the book from some of the people who have benefitted from it.
4) The language has been kept very simple and often a mixture of English that we use daily and Hinglish. And you need not have had any exposure to the blog to understand the contents of the book.
5) The chapters relate to Bollywood, Television (especially Saas Bahu sagas), KLPD syndrome, some critical view on the current happenings and most importantly on the lives that we have all lead but never relay observed. The best part about the book that I felt was that you could really associate with what’s written over there and recall your own experiences in the same situation.
6) A special bonus for all those who liked the movie like Loha, Gunda and double entendres in some of the Hindi songs.

What I would have wanted to be more in the book? More twisted views on politicians of India. Something on the Yoga of Baba Ramdev. Probably a chapter on the blind faith practiced in the Indian households… the lost continues. Oh well… you can’t have it all.

Some typos and minor such errors which can be easily ignored. 

All in all… A good read and a must if you are a fan of slightly dark, sarcastic, satiric humoristic writing.

Disclaimer: This book is not for the weak of heart or those who might get tired of laughing. Expect a lot of bad puns and double entendresin the book.
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