My Book Shelf.... :-) ,Part 2

Hi it has been a long time since I wrote.... well lets talk about books again, I have read so many of them... Hills of Angheri By Kavery Nambisan, this is a story of a 12 year old village girl... going out to a big city and doing MBBS, the difficulties she faces in madras are hilarious, our protagonist has come from a village and is in awe of the city girls.. the description is really genuine and then comes a phase where in she is required to go to a village for her internship, while reading all that u can actually visualize the life of an Indian medical student, the description and details could not be more descriptive..... ummmm..... and then she decides to do MS, I mean in spite of the blunders in internship and her lack of confidence on her abilities imagine a surgeon... anyways she is associate to two surgeons in a government hospital who are rivals, and are as different from each other as one can possibly imagine, so imagine this poor under confident girl of ours and then to top that there is pressure from home to marry and then there is this guy she has a crush on since childhood but they are not that good friends... anyways the story goes on and on.. It’s hilarious, realistic and engrossing....

The next book I read was the Arrangements Of Love by a duhhh I don’t remember... the title could not be more deceiving, I wanted to read a love story :-( this one turned out to be another NRI saga... I mean I m sick of the kind of books Chitra banerjee (mistress of spices and arranged marriages), jumpha lahri (for interpretation of maladies and I am sure the unaccustomed earth now), preeti nayar (every thing she puts her hands on) and mera sayal (except anita and me) write, I mean I m a first hand Indian, I don’t want to see it the way you see it and please give me break.. Don’t give us your autobiographies, and your friends day to day experiences under the category fiction. chalo lets move on

The next one I picked up only because of its title, husbands and pumpkins..... it had those cartoons/ sketches we used to go see in magazines like ghrahshobha , I mean RK Narayanan kind of sketches, the were awesome and anyways I read it and seriously as my friend told me it looked like my grandfather was talking.. hehehe... but he had a very subtle sense of humor a wise man indeed though he was writing short stories I could understand his pace only by the time I was about to end it..

yes and ladies and gentlemen now comes the three mistakes of my life,chetan bhagat, I hated him for his second book one night at call centre it was more to encash on the success of his first book and was a pathetic story to tell , fitting only for a bollywood flick. anyways this one is surely not as interesting as five point someone but is much better than that call centre one, ok watt I like most about chetan bhagat.... he is an outgrown teenager is what one of my friends has to say and I cannot agree more, the way his love story progresses.. slowly , subtly and surely.. is something that any young Indian can relate too... What i liked most about this book is his way of narration and that feeling of belongingness you have when you read something you can fully identify and imagine..So I won’t say it was a bad read... but neither would I say that this is a must read...
chalo cya bye... I have no more energy left. cya next time