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The Three Biggest Mistakes Of My Life....


The Three Mistakes Of My Life....by Chetan Bhagat is perhaps one more book which should not be really judged by its cover..The initial hype and hoopla about it all made it quite an obvious craze for the Indian youth(which Includes me too)..

The author i must admit is one of my hot favourites after i lapped up his first two books hours within the release....but the third book came to me a bit late....A week may be..but somewhere the craze and pace of reading was unhindered....A busy schedule of the class 12's does not allow lavish reading hours..so had to cramp it up between midnight and 3 in the morning....but to be very true..it was a disappointing experience....
The book was far from reality...it was to fictitious and the events seemed to made out of thin air...not the ideal stuff for Bhagat lovers for somewhere we all want to read those characters where we can place ourselves into...
The tale of Omi,Ish and Govind is somewhere a true representation of Gujarat...but far from the tale that made us fall in love with this charishmatic author....
The part of Vidya was also very much out of place.....the sudden affection...the sudden development of a bond.all seemed very superfluous........not that it was not entertaining specially the "P" part..after all we perverts all like "P" don't we??

What I hate the most about this book is the part where politics steps in..and part of the fanatic mama of Omi..Ali plays a pivotal role in the plot......but we could have done away with the blood and gore..Does suit ya ! Chetan!

Vidya is not the Neha you fall in love with after reading the book or the Priyanka of The nighrt at the call centre you really want to meet...but even then it somewhere does draw attention...
the Prolouge Rocks.......but the epilouge doesn't.....
Its funny to begin with but disgusting to end with....
I must say the standards are falling....and we expect something way better from this author who after a long time seems someone who actually understands teenagers....or the youth...
So Kudos to it...but a Hi Five......
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