About the
Book:
Twelve people agree to an idea of running a shared transport service from a common residential locality to their out-of-civilization office campus. Twelve different minds with equally diverse personalities gel with each other to fulfil a common need. At first, the members collide on mutual interests, timings, priorities and personal discipline, but in the course of their journey, they become best friends, make long-lasting relationships, mentor and help each other on various mundane matters. The journey goes on fine until one day some members try to dictate terms over the group. The rift widens with each passing day, the tension surmounts and finally all hell breaks loose... Will the journey continue? Fasten your seat belts for the journey is about to begin...
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My Review:
Plot:
The pain of commuting to and from office in a big city is the bane of 21st Century. Really! If we could save the amount of time we spend on the road, life would be much easier for all of us. So, the idea of twelve people coming together to start a carpool seemed fun to me – at least it sounds like a cheap solution and also traveling with twelve familiar faces must be more welcome than traveling with strangers! In a way that is what the entire plot is about. Bringing twelve different people together and see what happens. What I liked about it is that even in the realms of fiction, the author has kept everything real. It is very easy to relate to the characters and their problems.
Characters:
The author has done a great job with the characters. It cannot be easy to write twelve characters that are all very different from each other yet interesting in their own way. While I did wish for more depth in some of the characters, I can’t really complain because the author has provided quite a variety here.
Language and Narrative:
Here’s where my problem with the book lies. There are moments when you can see that the author has potential when it comes to storytelling. But there is no stability in the narrative. Using regional lingo is a strict no-no for me. There is such diversity in just India (let alone the world) that what may feel familiar to one section of Indians may irk another section and for some it might feel like an alien language. I didn’t like it when a certain Belgian detective kept saying ‘Mon-ami’ {don’t kill me for it. I actually did enjoy that series overall. This is just one of my reading quirks.} And I don’t like it here. Why can’t people stick to one language?
Overall:
With doses of reality and hilarious conversations sprinkled all over the book, it did turn out to be a fun read.
💓💓💓💓
About the
Author:
For the mortal world,
I pretend to be a Software Engineer who works hard (or hardly?) in the hours of
a day. I am the guy next door, a hard core Harry Potter fan and a movie buff. I
literally ‘live’ every movie, I have strong opinions about its content and I
hate it when a movie based on an interesting concept is messed up for the sake
of commercial value. I enjoy watching cartoon shows (doremon, dora and Choota
Bheem) with my son. I never get bored of listen to the endless chatter of my
wife. When I’m not writing, I make toys for children.
But beyond the boundaries of this ‘cholesterol rich’ coil, I am a rider of rapturous thoughts. I am a thinker, a philosopher, a seeker, a story-teller, a writer, a wanderer and every other thing that a thought can be. At times some of these figments fire out of my thoughtful bowl and command me to write, muse, create, recreate, destroy…EXPRESS!
Who Am I? I have been asking this question to myself since 33 years, and I got a different answer always. Sometimes I get confused and think, am I asking the right question to seek the correct answer? Or may be that am I missing the whole fantastic universal drama around me while I am busy finding an answer to an irrelevant question?
Does the answer even matter?
But beyond the boundaries of this ‘cholesterol rich’ coil, I am a rider of rapturous thoughts. I am a thinker, a philosopher, a seeker, a story-teller, a writer, a wanderer and every other thing that a thought can be. At times some of these figments fire out of my thoughtful bowl and command me to write, muse, create, recreate, destroy…EXPRESS!
Who Am I? I have been asking this question to myself since 33 years, and I got a different answer always. Sometimes I get confused and think, am I asking the right question to seek the correct answer? Or may be that am I missing the whole fantastic universal drama around me while I am busy finding an answer to an irrelevant question?
Does the answer even matter?
