I have just finished reading 2 states.Now i have Vanity Fair in my hands. And i find both books to be incomparable in their own right, employing different means to the same effect of making you smile.Earlier i used to think of Chetan Bhagat as nothing more than a lucky brat whose only talent was in making crass overblown plots ,enticing people with something that was just within the boundaries of reality but still quite far from it.I remember there was a lot of discussion regarding whether he had any talent or did he just capitalise upon the "iit youth factor" stimulating popular imagination with heretic lies,which the common masses would love to believe.Undoubtedly,many novellas would have scaled far worse a cheapness limit for the sake popularity and to make up a sniggering read.However they contained themselves to existing elements that constitute "Cheapness", unlike our enterprising iitian who found out many new tools to enter uncharted domains of tawdriness.But at the end of the day,we the readers "get what we deserve" argument quelled my highfalutin conscientiousness attitude.I had to confess that i couldn't put down "5 point someone(based on a true story) what not to do at an iit" written by an 8.5 someone whose most indiscretionary act in his campus life was stealing snide side glances at his warden"s daughter a mile afar.Implicating myself among the "low intellect,low brow" Indian crowd who could only produce,criticise,make fun,desist others and still watch K serials and Bollywood bonanzas,i felt bad.I considered this implication an incrimination.But then,if i can belt out lines like the previous one and steal from my neighbour's wifi,i realized pretty soon that it would best if i throw my shame to the winds and go hakuna matata.

With time i grew up.Mr bhagat came out with more novellas.He got his next two books to stand in this white collar world without any qualification from iit's or iim's.And then his next kiddo 2 States had an iim degree and an engrossing plot to carry his legacy forward.
I wont commence on its book review here.But sometimes, dregs of my leftover attitude did poke and rekindle the old "cheapness debate" flames whereupon i tried to euphemistically categorise all such works under "strength of the plot" category( in comparison to "strength of writing style").
But right now,i am in the hands of the masterpiece called Vanity Fair((the novel(without a hero)) which promises to clear the skeletons in my cupboard.How this will happen will involve my commenting upon this great work,a task to which i consider myself totally unequal.I seriously have no "aukaad" to use this work in anyway apart from quoting from it.And of course recommending it to fellows with confusions similar to mine.God bless satire.

"Those who think the entire world is foul to them are the ones who truly deserve it the most."