Finished Reading “2 States-The Story of My Marriage” – Chetan Bhagat
- This is the first book recommended by my friends.
- The first novel I read leave alone from Chetan Bhagat.
- The second book I read in a single day. (The first one was the greatest sales man in the world)
Anyway the book was so interesting that I could not stop reading it. Even the synopsys at the back cover was interesting. Through 2 States, Bhagat exposes the backward mentality of Indians, nuances of regions and religions and how inter-caste marriages are still seen as a social stigma.
Love marriages around the world are simple:
Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy.
They get married.
In India, there are a few more steps:
Boy loves Girl. Girl loves Boy.
Girl’s family has to love boy. Boy’s family has to love girl.
Girl’s Family has to love Boy’s Family. Boy’s family has to love girl’s family.
Girl and Boy still love each other. They get married.
The way in which the narrator has explained the day-to-day occurrences in Tamil Nadu from a north Indian point of view is quite interesting and a bit funny in some cases.
For example his first view about Chennai:
I saw the city. It had the usual Indian elements (…) However, it did feel different. First, the sign in every shop was in Tamil. The Tamil font resembles those optical illusion puzzles that give you a headache if you stare at them long enough. Tamil women, all of them, wear flowers in their hair. … The city is filled with film posters. The heroes’ pictures make you feel even your uncles can be movie stars. The heroes are fat, balding, have thick moustaches and the heroine next to them is a ravishing beauty. Maybe my mother had a point in saying that Tamil women have a thing for North Indian men.
Some other things like:
I bent forward to see if uncle was reading the paper or avoiding me. He had opened the editorial page of The Hindu. (…) It was heavy-duty stuff. No one in my family, correction, no one in my extended clan ever read editorial pages of newspapers.
‘How quickly our children grow up,’ one aunt said, ignoring the small fact that with the children, she’d grown into an old woman, too.
I am now afraid to read the 3 mistakes of my life as I would again get addicted as I was with this book. All said and done – the final word on the book is that it is worth picking up and makes a good read. So, please go and check it out for yourself on the shelves in bright red color (If you have not done so already) .