You are Here

So this girl journalist, miss. Reddy has written a book named You are Here. Having read the blog, I was of the opinion that it would be a whiny, extremely emotional, full-of-sex, break ups and mushy relationships, painful boyfriends, judgements passed, a glimpse of high society who smoke coke, the cool lingo and the trivialities which affect them. It is EXACTLY this. It is full of SHIT. Literary Pleasure to chhodo, a not so horrible storyline is also not defendable. It feels like a mixture of one of Sidney Sheldons and some mushy type of a girly story and it brings you to the point of Yuk. It might have appealed to the general public, who have never read a classic love story, a mushy love story, a pornographic novel, mills n boon, penthouse, sidney sheldon, erich segal, or the likewise. Its just an indian copy of a mixture of it all.
It is just a conglomerate of Indian ways of defining 'Cool and Hep' in the new generation. Some may argue it is bold, it represents Indian Youth, the Fuckoff Generation, and the coolness associated with it which lets pulses running and the desperate junta gets a hard on reading such a piece of work, but then No. 1? Is Indian literary public actually literary? Is it worth even publishing such a book other than this type for them then? Will Intellect be awarded ever then?
It was a horrible attempt for a kitsch. Better are those Mumbai Mirror Writers who gossip about the Bollywood likes and dislikes and relationships and boob jobs. Let us not elevate the status of the writing and the book because it reflects Youth of India and the SMS generation.

Ess Muss Sein. It Must be.