I picked up this funny specimen of book because my dear friend, the Internet recommended me to (well, e-book because my mother once claimed that she’ll go broke soon if she keeps aiding to my habits any longer). Anyways, I had to control myself from laughing out loud and making sure no one in the train broke down the top secret hat I’m half crazy and god forbid! They’ll realise that half crazy is code for completely crazy when they get to know that charecters of books or the situations they get into are what make me laugh. Luck me my non existing expertise of yoga and my ever famous art of trying to keep a poker face ( read pursed lips and laughter filled cheeks ) helped me from being judged a little less than the time I laughed out loud in the silent school library. The author has an amazing knack of getting into rather comical situations and makes sure they’re depicted in the exact manner and successfully not butcherin the joke. It captures several little escences and just to honour her, I should probably make a To-do list.
1. The little things like the email that butchers well, uses the mere sentence “My sister is dangerous and I need leave ” and the ample usage of na(s) as a mandatory suffix to indianize English. Yes, I’m pointing at YOU back when you’d say come na? Please ya!
2. It spot on hits my emotions about every other uncle and aunty who have taken it upon themselves to make sure I sport art my day by wasting my time in opening their good morning or motivational day messages and pictures. Because the only they it successfully does is gobble my data and try to make it nonexistent while my bill is exactly the opposite.
3. I’m definitely not a mother but she makes it sound as difficult as it actually is. I’m sure my mother would love to read the book if I pestered her enough but, I’d rather not take chances on being ridiculed for several of the silly mistakes I’ve commited as of now and of course the once I shall be in the coming future. And I’m sorry of all the times I was a mess.
4. The usage of “I myself xyz” right after someone asks you for your “good/sweet name”. I’ve wondered if there was an alternative bad/salty/spicy/bitter names that people never told me about. Or rather I should take a trup down to the birth registery office to get some official info on that.
8. Not a point. It’s just here because I like the number 8. And because it’s twice of 4. (Some nonsense rambling that you should definitely skip. But it’s too late isn’t it?)
Surely there are several other points that made me laugh but, I’m really tired and lazy right now.
I’ll rate it a 4.5/5 and read this if you need a good laugh and break from your monotonous day.