I had narrated the story of how some people thought it was below them to talk courteously to the baristas at a coffeeshop a while ago. But that, perhaps, isn’t the only pertinent question. The question is, do we treat everyone like they’re beneath us if our work is in danger of being incomplete? If so, why is it that we think of ourselves as some sort of a God whose birth right it is to invade other people’s privacy and feel entitled to anything and everything?
Qarib Qarib Singlle is the story of Yogi (Irrfan) and Jaya Shashidharan (Parvathy Thiruvothu). Yogi and Jaya have completely conflicting personalities. While Yogi is a rich businessman who is modest about his wealth, carefree, and lives in the present, Jaya works in insurance, and feels the need to keep people around her happy.
When I saw Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat on a list of most humorous novels and being so widely appreciated, a skeptical eyebrow went up automatically. I had thought that the book was grossly overhyped. But it was when I picked it up and started reading it that I truly understood why it was getting the footage it was getting.
There’s nothing better in the world than feeling pumped after reading a good book or watching a good movie. Okay, I agree. Not all books and not all movies are entertaining. But you get the general idea.
It is the anticipation that is most exciting.
I have always been vocal about how much I admire Amish’s writing. From the Shiva trilogy to Ram: Scion of Ikshvaku, the first in the Ram Chandra series, I’ve loved everything he’s written. His spin on Hinduism’s favorite Gods without losing the essence was what held my attention in the first place, even though I am not too religious.
At first glance, it seems like a teen romance – something that gives them the impetus to plod on through the challenging years. But it is not. Sure, the encouragement is there, but not in the way we envisioned it to be. The phrase “appearances are deceptive” quickly jumped to mind as I was halfway through the story.
The only book I’d read of William Shakespeare was Timon of Athens. As time passed, I thought, maybe I should be reading his more popular works like Romeo and Juliet, and As You Like It. But then my book list kept expanding (and still does) to the point where I did not want to concentrate on one author at all times. There is another reason, but I’ll reveal it as I round off this review.
There is no particular reason I picked up this book, other than that the Kindle version was available for a dirt cheap price. But reading this book sort of put me in a position where I was almost ready to chuck my device at the wall in absolute fury. I hate the book, but deep down, I know that it’s not the book I hate, but a certain character.