Book Review: The Other Side Of The Bed

Whenever I read a book, I invariably have a feeling to finish it at the earliest as possible. But most of the times, my bid to rob the contents written by someone in his book, through his thoughts, would end up only after days or months since I embarked on taking it. Only when it fares to “The Other Side Of The Bed written by Bhavya Kaushik, I still don’t know whether I’ve completed reading it in just 2 and half hours because of the little connection I’ve with this new Indian author. No… Never… I admit the fact that I’ve done it in a short yoke of time (for me), in the meanwhile I wasn’t acknowledged by the flow of time while reading this simple work. This isn’t an emphasis to state that the source of this story- Bhavya Kaushik have done such a bang-up job via his officially published 1st book; the tender stream of words together with a predictable novel plot is what really mattered here. I hadn’t ever been through a writing class similar to this one from any other Indian author than Preeti Shenoy yet.

That moment when I started reading The Other Side Of The Bed!

That moment when I started reading The Other Side Of The Bed!

“The Other Side Of Bed” written by Bhavya Kaushik engages with an average-romantic-tragical thread which might not constitute a perfect reading experience for many of the readers, I’m one among them; the vibes of a different-hysterical story is the backbone of a novel. If a writer can act with the words and mixing them in the right portion, not more or less, in a normal story plot, and so the probability of creating a magic on certain pages of paper definitely deserves him. I shall call him not a writer, but an M-writer. As I ceased reading the 1st few pages of the book, my mind lingers for more to find out what he’s conveyed in his story telling process using the M-factor.

“Thirty days have passed since I saw her for the last time, but neither did thirty seconds could have passed when I didn’t think of her”

The novel reveals the life of Nakul, Tamanna and Devayani who faced a little harsh and sadistic event during the serial bomb attacks happened in the urban center where they were dwelling, their later life and the changes they brought back to the life after the catastrophe. The first half brings the stories of these 3 characters pinned together with their love story, emotions and the relationship, however the other half deals with their empowerment to act against the grounds they’ve confronted in their biography.


1. A better beginning for a young Indian author in the field of writing.

2. The magical flow of the words he’s used in his novel for the manifestation of his thoughts in a lifelike way.

3. The perfect expression of certain personal experiences can be understood in the novel’s plot.


1. An average story plot which is predictable and the story slightly drags during the middle portions.

2. The repetition of same dialogues, regarding the 2 major events, in many sections of the conversation between the characters compelled me to give out 2-3 pages.

3. Even though a twist was expected by the end, the climax part of the novel hadn’t given me ANYTHING special.

If you’re willing to follow an aspiring Indian author who portrays his poignant thoughts through the marvelous language of expression in his debutante novel, and hence I strongly recommend “The Other Side Of The Bed” to you. Have a wonderful read.

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Review: Motor Cycle Diaries

“Let the world change you, then you can change the world”

First of all, my heartfelt apologies to Manu Chetan for not giving any proper attention to a worthy book which he had afforded me during our last meeting at my homeland on 16th March 2013. Still, I don’t know why I kept it in my little collection of books for so long and dumped like a frustrated stuff contains around 170 pages? Whenever I opened my bookshelf, it always hid somewhere between the Malayalam collections which I normally don’t look round at all. Is that a specific reason which I could make up with the foolishness I did? Does it matter anyway? Of course, it doesn’t and I strongly believe in a fact that it was such an idiotic act which I ever served in the past few months. *REGRETS* 


Cover page of “Motor Cycle Diaries”

It was during last night, I came to see this book on my shelf while taking “The Oath of Vayuputras” which I’m currently reading now. Took it directly from the shelf and looked at its beautiful cover page portraying the title “Motor Cycle Diaries” (both in Malayalam & English scripts), and turned its pages randomly for a minute. Then I went to my table which has a classic table lamp at the left side corner where I usually do spend my time for studying and reading books. Opened the book and I kept staring at the 1st page which consists of a brief bio about Che which didn’t catch my attention in comparing with a young man’s signature below it.

I stuck on this page for a few minutes!!

I stuck on this page for a few minutes!!

“Memories are always a kind of sacred visuals coming out of our soul; every normal human being could assure about it in his current life as though they are good or bad ones”, I thought.

After completing this book at around 03:45 am on last night I hadn’t felt any deep rooted eminent feelings in me as a reader anyway. But the fractional happiness which I got later for a while was more than this few consistent reading experience. Che! Ernesto Che Guevara. He is the man! I was familiar about him only through a countable number of images which came across or nearer to me as links through various webs while surfing via cyber media. Most among them are having a similar background though! For me, he was just a strong leader who has led many bravery attacks against the well organized enemies, and achieved bashful notable victories through fantastic attempts decades back. But this book has squelched my sunken visuals about him in a very vivid manner I guess. I have seen the transformation of Ernesto Guevara as a jejune, but a passionate medical student into a Cuban leader. His brave revolutionary attempts not only changed the face of the entire Latin American continent, but it shaped the perspectives and the thoughts of millions of people from all around the world at that time.

Che wasn’t a passionate writer or novelist; hence please don’t expect kinda uncluttered contents from this book. His descriptions are all about the places, events, challenges and experiences during the long journey he had with his friend Alberto Granado to Latin America on an impetuous motor cycle. That too not as in the form of a literary chain, but in a very beautiful- simple- humorous- syllogistic way. I could sense the simplicity and the morally upright mind of a brave soul which the history has ever shown us through this translated book version by Che’s daughter,  Aleida Guevara March. As she stated in the introductory part, “I’m also in love with a legend like Ernesto Che Guevara now!”

Now, I’ll be looking forward for its movie version and check myself how far I absorbed the contents of the book. Once again, thank you so much for this valuable gift, Manu Cheta!!\m/ 🙂 🙂

PS 01: Special thanks to R. K. Bijuraj for its Malayalam translation part too! Indeed, he really did a great job. 🙂

PS 02: Read the quote which I found out from this dandy piece at the top of this post and get one copy of the book if ya can!! 🙂