Well, the author is quite widely known and has been declared as young India’s rising and best selling novelist. His third book – the three mistakes of my life has been receiving good reviews and I decided to try it out.
The book is all about the major three mistakes that a person makes in his life. As usual the protagonist here too is male – a twenty something youngster, probably as old as you and I.
Chetan Bhagat is a very promising author and I loved reading his first book – five point someone, for it inspired me to chronicling most college stories and sharing it with those who were written about. His second book was not as appreciable, as far as my tastes are concerned. But his third is quite on the same lines as the first. Three guys, one story, narrated by the protagonist, a love story, a tragedy. Oh, and it also is on the same lines as the second book, in the second it is a chance meeting with a stranger in the train, here it is the last email of someone who tries to kill himself. If I have to put it in better equivalents, I read the first, skimmed the second and perused the third. If it is a true story, I would say you have no scope to improvise, since it is someone’s life that would be altered – sometimes life can be boring. If it is purely imaginative it can be fun, let your imagination run wild, and you get the most amazing works of art – be ambitious, be creative, be dreamy. Dear Mr. Bhagat, if you chance upon my humble blog, please do make a collection of short stories next.
This is the second IIT-IIM grad that I know of who’s a published author – and a good one at that. Most of us work for the pass outs from the Ivy League colleges in the country, can you imagine, your boss writing something like this. If you were a literature grad, and love English, you probably cry everyday for the torture and brutality that English goes through, even on my blog. There must be something somewhere which makes us want to write. And it pops up somewhere sometime. Of course in the era of the web, it is more about writing for money, primarily, with all the ads by the internet companies.
When I quit Google last week, most of my ex-colleagues mentioned I monetise on my blog. This is something that will not happen for sure. Some of my principles are not meant to be changed(the changeable ones are ruled by science). I took this decision a long time ago, when I got to know how people make money of blogs and how the business model works. And there will be no monetising because I am selfish – yes selfish enough to not make money. Writing is my passion, and a hobby. I can make money by writing for newspapers and magazines, but the blog is something else. There is a place where the family goes to un-wind, quite far from the city and hence not possible to go there every weekend. It is quite amazing and is an exclusive to the family. So a lot of things would have to make up for it, music, reading, and writing. And I intend on not monetising on any of them. It would be like renting out the vacation home to some stranger. And especially when the concept is that the stranger makes money by staying in your home. And more so because everything I write about here is a part of my life, love, friendship, poetry, madness etc, its not like one of the current trends that are going on in the world or the world wide web, it’s the current trend of my mind – my state of being. Monetising on this would actually, morally, be equivalent of trafficking.
It amazes me how some people think that it is easy to make money online through placing ads on your blog/website. There are probably a million people who are writing the same thing as you do at the same time for the same reasons.And for the same reason most blogs are outright boring. But in the past few hours, I learnt that coming up with a lot of posts or even writing for a profession is extremely demanding, for I can’t use the internet and search for current trends that people would read, or the fact the I can find inspiration outside my head. Oh and then there is the plot – and my brain almost dies of exhaustion.
I wouldn’t criticise authors who sometimes make pages which you tend to skip, it is due to this exhaustion I figure. But they are creative people and will probably have a dozen ideas at the same time, sometimes prioritising it differently. No wonder there are so many books and papers to read.
For all I care, give me a book, good or bad, as long as it is in a language that I can read and comprehend, I would appreciate the author for his work. After all there is nothing that is badly written.