The inces­sant pat­ter of rain through the night. Dawn, the trees greener than before, drops of water cling­ing to leaves. Rays of sun­shine reflect off the water, and find a way to enter the room through care­fully placed lay­ers of win­dow dress­ings for­ti­fied with tow­els and sheets. Crows caw­ing, inter­spersed with spar­rows chirp­ing. The maid scream­ing at her son, in a voice that would have made a tenor immensely proud, ask­ing him not to pee out­doors. A lone mos­quito buzzing malaria and dengue in my ear, wak­ing me up sev­eral hours ahead of sched­ule. Bad days, I now know, begin this way.

Later that evening, I fin­ished Chetan Bhagat’s Five Point Some­one, a book that the author’s web­site describes as a con­tem­po­rary clas­sic. Hmm.

Now if a book starts with,

Before I really begin this book, let me first tell you what this book is not. It is not a guide on how to live through college.

you really have no busi­ness read­ing it. But I did. I mean, who can resist a low priced book that promises to let you relive the best years of your life?

Five point some­one is about the lives of three under­achiev­ers at one of the Indian Insti­tutes of Tech­nol­ogy — a series of mis­steps bring them to the brink of (aca­d­e­mic) extinc­tion. And then, a mag­i­cal mis­sive arrives and sets things straight. But the book is not about the plot: it is a just a series of inci­dents that are sup­posed to make you all nos­tal­gic about your own life at college.

Five point some­one is also about atro­ciously bad writ­ing that hov­ers pre­car­i­ously in the region between just awk­ward usage and out­right bad gram­mar.

God, you look a mess,” Ryan greeted in the toi­let as we were shav­ing together.

I kind of went inside myself in that short span of time before Cherian’s office door opened again and sealed our fate, just sat qui­etly and ignored what Ryan and Alok said, that is if they did say anything.

The writ­ing man­ages to effort­lessly over­shadow any mer­its the book might have — believ­able char­ac­ters, real­is­tic dia­logues and (on occa­sion) funny inci­dents, result­ing in the poor­est read since the likes of um… can’t think of any­thing right now. The Inscrutable Amer­i­cans, maybe?

The book did (is doing) really well in India — appar­ently due to a smart pub­lish­ing strat­egy that priced the book very low. Chetan Bha­gat even got him­self a follow-up deal to write another book called One Night @ the Call Cen­ter, and that book is out now. Omi­nously, Bhagat’s web­site touts this one as another con­tem­po­rary clas­sic. Hmm once again.

Jai Arjun Singh has good words for One Night @ the Call Cen­ter — he calls it an improve­ment over Five Point Some­one. Now that’s not say­ing much, is it?

  8 Responses to “A (Contemporary) Classic Downer”

  1. Wel­come back to the world, Karthik. My sym­pa­thies to you & your fam­ily — looks like you HAD to have rain, in Florida or as it turned out in Madras…

  2. Heh, true. But I’d rather have a few inches of rain than spend my time hud­dled inside a room wait­ing for the roof to fly away.

  3. Read it.meant to blog about it. for­got. the whole exer­cise of read­ing it is very for­get­table too.

  4. I too found it “run-of-the-mill” (using the term in its broad sense) and was irked by its kind-of’s and like-what’s. In other words, the author him­self wrote in sen­tences which you described as real­is­tic dia­logues.
    But it had some good funny sit­u­a­tions which were rightly used through­out. It was like those funny for­wards (w.r.t. the lan­guage) we receive every­day. but a good one at that.

  5. yep, wasnt a book to remember..just for a few laughs and time pass.. Had more of a blogger’s style..Perhaps the tagline “a con­tem­po­rary clas­sic” was to add to the attempts made at humor..

  6. Zero — bewil­dered would be the right word to describe how I felt after the book. This book, best­seller, 70 weeks? Wow.

    solil­o­quist — you are right, it did sound like a blog post gone long. I thought they were dead seri­ous about the con­tem­po­rary clas­sic tagline, but maybe you are right. It was prob­a­bly another one of those jokes I don’t get.

  7. OK — does any­one want my copy. I will mail it to you!

  8. oops tilo, thts a trick tht i ve been upto since i read the book… Hav been rec­om­mend­ing and lend­ing it to every­one who steps into my snare..

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