Chetan Bhagat’s Half Girlfriend

Chetan Bhagat and his #halfgirlfriend

Once upon a time, there was a Bihari boy called Madhav. He fell in love with girl called Riya.
Madhav didn’t speak English well. Riya did.
Madhav wanted a relationship. Riya didn’t.
Riya just wanted friendship. Madhav didn’t.
Riya suggested a compromise. She agreed to be his half-girlfriend.

I’m so sure that this would also conquer Indian readers mind! I mean, Half Girlfriend is going to be yet another flimsy- romantic cliche from Chetan Bhagat, who is one among the national bestselling author, which will hit the bookstores by the mid of October during this year. Although I’m a critique reader of Bhagat’s works since I completed reading Revolution 2020, I wouldn’t say that Bhagat’s novels are based on poky- cheesy- fanciful plots like many of his readers say, though he’s conquered many of the teenagers as well as youngsters hearts through his alluring writing style and redundant story plots. As a published writer, if he’s successful in conveying his inner creations to the outer world, at least right in front of this major group, then how could many of us underestimate his newly written novel just after hearing its title before the official launch? 

I went through certain tweets related to #halfgirlfriend today and what welcomed me was the uncovered pole vaulting stature of the search term on the web within hours since after the official announcement from the author regarding his latest book’s release.  A few among them made me think like a pointless tweet lover, whereas the rest made me laugh like I’m watching a show of The Big Bang Theory. A number of interesting tweets in them is as follows:

 

https://twitter.com/sids91/status/497011023224647680

Now, it’s my turn to tell my expectations regarding the book. I love explaining things so shortly and simply. Here it is:

 

Madhav loves Riya

Riya hates Madhav

English is his problem,

it was their theorem

 

Half girlfriend, a trauma

found out by a drama

Chetan speaks

twitter shines

Love is a pen

holds his tale’s den

I would love to know your anticipation on the book too. Feel free to express it without a second thought here.

PS: This post is entirely a funny take on the basis of my personal views and all those tweeters on Chetan Bhagat and his works. Although, if anybody feels so bad about it, I earnestly apologize you for what I’ve written. *smiles*

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Apps World

Facebook pings in blue,

Whatsapp flashes in green;

Dad shout for a clue.

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The Watchman

“No way, Rahul! It is not so easy for the late comers, get into the class, you know. C’mon… Run as fast as you can. If we’ll not reach there by school time, I’m damn sure that he’ll penalize us”, my friend screamed out at me.

Hahaha! Why are you so serious, Man? He might punish us as always. But what’s so wrong with it? We’re the late comers in our school itself, uh?”, I said.

Ummmm…! Yes, but still….”, he doubted.

It almost took around half an hour more for us to get to the schoolhouse gate. But it had already been closed; unlike the other days. While I was seeing through the city’s best school’s gate, a portly man in his 40’s outlook, and who has a thick mustache and hangs a militant rifle in one of his side turn off through my vision of being a latecomer. His rough look itself had proved that he is our school’s new watchman.

“Hey kids! You’re not presupposed to be late like this. Where were you? Why you’re so late?”, his anger struck up on us.

“We…. We…. missed our school bus and hence….”, my friend exclaimed.

“Okay… Don’t repeat this anymore, ok? I shall let you in now only for today. Both of you got me well, right?”, he called for us.

“Yes, Sir. Shall we?”, he replied him back with an utmost hope to escape from his rough approach.

“No, Sir! I didn’t get you. Can you briefly explain to me what you just said now?”, I interrupted my friend’s choice to grow in.

Perchance, my close mate’s innocence convinced his poor judgment; he allowed only him to amaze in.

“What do you want to know from me, Kid?”, he asked.

“I already said it. Excuse me, please. Can you allow me to go in? Or else, I shall ring my daddy today. He is least bothered regarding his son, being a late comer in his school. Then why you should?”, I asked him in a depressed quality.

“Hmm…! So here we’re… Look at your friend. He is a coward, I know. Even you too! But you’ve the backbone to produce your voice at least. I liked your attitude anyway”, he told me.

Hahahah! Your good name, please?”

“Ravinder Singh”

“Okay, Singh. That means there is no need of calling my dad this time, who has been teaching here, so that he can properly concentrate on his pending worksheets and lectures.  Glad that he can correct my lately written Mathematics exam’s answer sheet too. Thank you so much for your simple cum humble approach towards me. Have a good day. See you in the evening”, I engraved upon him and he opened the gate.

As I counted backwards, after getting hold of certain steps from him, he was still standing in front of the gate in his sober mode.

PS: I have penned this post for the #ConditionSeriousHai contest conducted by the Cadbury 5 Star in connection with Indiblogger.

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Blogaholic

Start-up of a new blog,

An ugly piece of drug

Taken by a writer!

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Golden Fish

The agony of a fish

In the glass bowl kept inside

The recess in his room. 

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Smile Please


Smile Please

Look at the camera!

Smile please, if you can.

The lights went off…

Photo Credits: My sister’s cam! 😛