No mistakes of my life.....

It’s been three weeks since I completed my first book that was started as well in Paris. The first one was Rich Dad Poor Dad which I started from India in mid-February, continued dead slowly in London to the extent that I became famous as a book lover that never reads a book more then one page a day (a week to be more abusive!!!), and finally completed when I seriously started reading it in Paris metro trains to kill my time on my way to office and back to home.

I was aware of the latest release by my favorite Indian author, Chetan Bhagat, but never thought Maa would send me the same in the parcel (the next best thing after Lord Ganesha and Maa Saraswati). I received the book before I completed RDPD and so the book remained in the category of untouchables for some days. Inauguration happened on my way back from The Hague to Paris on 17^th August which fortunately happened to be a day journey due to unavailability of tickets on Sunday night. Besides enjoying the beauty of Netherlands and Belgium (I swear France is nothing in front of them w.r.t natural beauty), I also enjoyed my book reading. After completing half of the book, I realized the importance of being futuristic and stopped in order to save pages for my “metro time killing program”.

The book is quite different from the earlier two ones in terms of its seriousness and maturity level of the topic. Portrayal of Amdavadi lifestyle in the book makes it more interesting for Gujaratis in general and Amdavadis in particular. The time period selected for the fiction covers all the major mishaps happened in Gujarat and worldwide. I won’t divulge much of the information here and spoil the fun of first time readers.

But while I was reading the book, one of my friends asked me a simple question, “How many mistakes you have made in your life?” Well, that’s like asking Sachin how many runs he has scored through cover drive. The same answer I responded, “I never counted!!!” But that night on my bed, I went to flashback and tried to see if I ever made that degree of mistakes that were portrayed in the book. Perhaps it’s very difficult for me to judge. The level of intellect necessary to analyze these things has not been developed into me. There are still so many questions unanswered to me. Perhaps I will find their answers to the WHY part of the questions in the years to come. Then perhaps I would also be able to write a book ‘n’ Mistakes of My Life.