Don't Judge A Book by its Movie!!

"Don't Judge Book By Its Movie" this is a phrase used by a very famous bookstore in Mumbai, I realized its true meaning sometime back. Well let me explain, I rarely read any books apart from my Engineering Course books and was very happy that way, but when we were in final year of our Engineering all my friends started preparing for MBA entrance exams and unfortunately I had to join the rat race on behest of my family. But let me tell you preparing for CAT is not an easy task, first you have to find a good coaching institute and often you don't get admission in the institute where the college heartthrob goes.

And once you join a coaching you have to prepare yourself to do thinks which you haven't even thought of , like reading novels by great authors to build your vocabulary. This was the toughest thing they could have asked me to do, but i took it as a challenge and started reading "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. We discussed this book in one of our coaching sessions and i spoke very highly of it, but the truth is i never understood a word of the book, my friends kept on saying it was the easiest book one can read but my take on this is "who cares".Since that day i have not dared picking up another book from Paulo. But, then i couldn't even get through CAT.

After 3 years i was working at Applause Entertainment there I met an amazing girl called Ruth. Ruth was one of those girls who had this amazing sense of humor, i loved her for the same. She is one tomboy and i am the girly girl, but it was like we were complementary to each other, since she was a tomboy she never gave me any complex (Wink!!). One of our friends Kunal kept on teasing us that we were like the perfect gay couple. But the truth was we were best of friends, Ruth introduced me to many wonderful things in my life like

a) Maple Syrup

b) De-tox diet

c) Ares - some software though which you can download movies and stuff

Best of  all she introduced me to the amazing world of Chick-lit. Yes, she introduced me to "Sophie Kinsella" and Shopaholic Series. I wasn't too sure but still i picked up all the books from the series and started reading them and to my disbelief i completed the first book in a day's time. I was in love with the book because it was so relateable. I loved it because I am a shopaholic, my cards also are always overdue, I also have a secret dreamworld like Becky Bloomwood.

Sophie Kinsella became my favorite author that very day.After two months of this love affair of mine with Sophie that i heard that a movie is being made on the Shopaholic series i was so excited I went for the movie first day second show. But to my dismay the movie was a cheap rip-off of the book. I was heart broken.

All the women who had read the book and went for the movie were disappointed and the ones who didn't they found it entertaining. And of course the men who are unaware of the beautiful world of chick-lit assumed that the so hyped Shopaholic Books were as crappy as the movie.

I am also upset with Sophie, how could she let this happen with her creation. But, the bottom line is even though it was a bad-sad movie it earned a lot of money and so did Sophie.

But all said and done one thing remains the way it was , that chick-lit rocks. Today i bought a new book which is supposed to be a British Best-seller, by Kathy Latte, its title is " HOW TO KILL YOUR HUSBAND" . I am hoping its a good read but before i start reading it i need to cover it up as i don't want to give Rahul a heart attack.

-Sneh

The Interview Part II

Okay so I finally received a call from the handsome man’s office, after a wait of exactly 13 days, it’s not that I was counting days or anything, but somehow I was wondering whether I will meet the handsome man ever again. Anyway, I got this call around 2pm I was in my office chilling. The HR girl named DON called me, I know so weird, I bet her parents hated her so much or loved Amitabh Bachchan so much that they named her DON. But after thinking over I realized it was Dawn and not Don (Sometimes geniuses also make mistakes). Dawn asked me to meet them at 3:30. I was so happy hearing this because I was in my most presentable clothes, after that pink salwar kameez debacle I have made sure that I look the best and have been coming to office fully decked up. The next day after my interview when I came to my current office the receptionist said, “ Oh! I didn’t know it was your birthday I would have called for a cake.” I was so embarrassed I told her that I have to go somewhere after work that’s why I am so dressed up, but then I toned it down a little bit.
However coming back to the interview, it was 3pm already I jumped into a rickshaw and was going to meet Dawn . One more thing I don’t always travel in rickshaw it’s just that my driver Lucky (short for Lakshman) is on a leave since last 15 days I think he has gone to Nepal that’s his native place. I reached their office at 3:10 the rudest receptionist in the world again asked me to wait. I was not happy to see her again but inside I was jumping as I was going to meet Mr. B. her name is BHagyashree but she calls herself Baagyashree for some reason, she is damn rude I don’t know how they hired her, but let’s look at the positive side if they were stupid enough to hire her they might as well hire me.

Dawn met me and took me to a conference room, she explained it to me that I was being appointed and what all rules and regulations I have to follow she agreed on whatever money I asked for so I was officially a part of their organization they asked me to sign a “ Non-disclosure Agreement” I happily signed it. Then she we shook hands and she asked me to join from the next day. I was a little taken aback I won’t be able to meet Mr. B today. I was panicking if I don’t meet Mr. B today then dressing up for past 13 days will not pay back, my mind started working like Chacha Chaudhary(the one whose brain works faster than a computer) and I came up with a brilliant idea(okay it was not brilliant but it was an okay idea).
I asked her if I could meet Mr. B as I have certain doubts, she fell for it and called Mr. B. He was on his way and Dawn left me in the conference room, I quickly checked myself on the huge glass table I was looking fab. Once I was confident about looks I decided to do time pass on my Blackberry it will look like I am working very sincerely. As I was fiddling on my phone I got a call from my bloody office, it was Shadaab the online editor and as always he had problem with the length of next day’s episode, I hate getting calls from him because I have to explain him where to cut the episode short from. As I was explaining him where to do what Mr. B entered the conference room, I shook hands with him and gestured him to wait, then I told Shadaab that I will call him back. I was so overwhelmed I was beginning to perspire which is not good at all. Mr. B was wearing a blue denim shirt and was again having his patent coffee mug in his hands he was looking divine, I could have stared at him forever. He is one of those men you love looking at, he has the right amount of handsomeness and grace he looks too good.

Mr. B was equally happy to see me I could see that on his face, we chatted for a minute or 2 and then he asked my email id and said he’ll be mailing me the rest of the details. I was so happy because this time I was also getting a chance to speak. Yes he asked me how work was and what the crisis was I explained it to him and he was nodding patiently. I bet he wanted to sit and chat some more if it was not for the meeting he had to rush for. I stepped into the lift and made a call to Shadaab I had to save next day’s telecast, I told him I am on my way. I have to clear my desk I have a lot of stuff to carry with me. I am very content new job, new place, new desk and new friends but above all Mr. B to meet every day. I wish my husband doesn’t read this blog else I will have to find a new husband as well.
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Sneh