If you have been missing Bridget Jones’ journal for a really long time you could read about this desi Bridget Jones, Aisha. Except that the book is not in the form of a journal but a narration of an acutely self obsessed life.The girl’s got a few failed relationships, taste for wine(not alcoholic!), a few gay friends(not happy, gay!) and a really good best friend to bitch with and sought quick fixes for hurdles in her life. If you are wondering what’s new, it’s the backdrop. It’s not Manhattan or London… it is India.
The current India, where the Bridget Jones’ live alone, juggling between Karva Chauth parties and halloween, juggling between daunting Moms with separation anxities and nosy neighborhood aunties who despise young women having fun…juggling between cute looking sensitive boyfriends and great careers! The story line.. all the same… desperate Bridget meets boy and they live happily ever after? That’s for you to find out. You could manage a few laughs here and there if you can empathise.
Pick up this book only if you are almost single or almost desperate for a read.
