When Jay Huskee—the grand patriarch of the Huskee clan—falls out of a window and goes missing, he sets off a sequence of events that results in one of the biggest political showdowns in the history of the country of Gyaandostaan. In his absence, his grandson Paul must now stake claim to what is rightfully his. Backed by an ebullient ‘crack’ team, Paul must now confront his greatest fears—including talking to girls—to rescue his people from an oppressive regime. Riotous and riveting, Netagiri takes a satirical look at a power-obsessed society by India’s original funnyman.
Though that is exactly what is expected, the book really has nothing to offer. Stupid story, stupid characters and a boring writing.
Why would the author grunt like a 100 times on letting me know when the story starts. Though I had my share of laughs, it still was way beyond a satire that one can enjoy.
Cyrus Broacha is my kind of guy and I love his sense of humour. So when I stumbled upon 200+ pages of uninhibited humour, I couldn't resist. This book is a no brainer and a laugh riot.
I agree this book has no story whatsoever. The characters are basically too stupid to be believable as characters. But I will still give it 4 stars. The reason? Because this book delivered exactly what it promised. A spoof of a story. I mean look at the back blurb. It includes recommendations from Socrates and Napoleon Bonaparte. If you read the blurb and know about Cyrus Broacha, you shouldn't expect a story with sense. I picked it up because I am a fan of his weekly column where he tries (key word 'tries') to give people advice. So I knew this book will be nonsensical comedy not to be taken seriously (even the author says so at various points of time in the book). So if you want to read a book just for the sake of laughing and having a proper story doesn't bother you, I say go for it.
Cyrus Broacha, supposedly one of India's original funny men, has tried to write a political satire. I've used the word 'tried' because that is what it is. A futile non-sensical attempt at depicting what is an alleged portrait of Indian politics, he fails miserably at even trying to hold the reader's attention. Yes, the word try again. Its such a pathetic attempt, that it doesnt even deserve a place in goodreads. But I'm writing this review to warn any prospective buyer of making the same mistake which I and several others made, just buying the book due to Mr Broacha's credentials. Where is my money, Mr Broacha?
I have humoured his inanity for the past two installments, merely as a microscopic step from me; through making a purchasing decision to encourage 'comedic' writing. But this one just couldn't cut that thin strip of ice I had reserved for Indian comedic writing.