Before I begin, I must admit to 2 things –
1. I like Twinkle Khanna – nope, not as an actress (she was a terrible one!) or even as a person (because I clearly don’t know her!). I like her in her columnist avatar; that is my most favorite version of her. I say most favorite version, because she is/has been many things – star-child turned actress turned candle maker turned columnist turned author. Phew!
2. I have a hard time thinking of this as a book – to me, it’s a collection of articles or blog posts or journal entries…maybe. Anything, but not a book. This is not necessarily a good or a bad thing; just my perception of it. Having said that, for the lack of a better description, I’ll stick with ‘book’ for now.
Mrs Funnybones – the book, is narrated Mrs Funnybones – Twinkle Khanna’s alter-ego (or so she says). I read this book in one-sitting (3 hours) – a feat I haven’t performed in the past few years – not because it is an unputdownable, flawless, literary gem, but only because it is a fast, quick read.
It reads like several journal entries, and is mostly a narration of scattered, unimportant things that happen in her life, which are not exactly interesting, but her ready wit ensures that they are not boring either.
I must also mention that this book is not a showcase of the glittering life of a superstar’s wife. On the contrary, it is an insider look into the quirky, yet completely normal life of Twinkle Khanna – the mother, wife, daughter and entrepreneur.
To be honest, I had big expectations from this book. Mostly because, I have read several of her articles, and have really enjoyed them. She is sassy, sarcastic, and has a great sense of humour, which reflects in her writing.
Then came the title, and cover release, and I loved them too. Even after reading the book, I feel that the title and the cover work very well. They stand out, and also convey the mood of the book.
A (little) Disappointing Reality:
Having said what I have said, this book did not quite meet my expectations. Admittedly, the expectations were pretty big to begin with, but it’s not just that.
The book is in the genre of humour, and while some segments were genuinely funny, there were also bits where the jokes were cliched, and seemed forced; almost as if the book was trying too hard to be something it’s not.
I was really disappointed by this, because as I read it, I was constantly thinking – ‘You don’t need to resort to this! You are better than this! You are genuinely funny; don’t put up an act – Be You!’
And I mean it – I know that she is better than this! She is way more funnier and wittier on her social media!
Also, some chapter headings ( ‘Can Indian men control anything except their wives?’ & ‘Karan Johar celebrates Karvachauth!’) made no sense to me. They stood out, all right, but once I read the chapter, I felt as if they were there just for impact (which okay, works, but only till you actually read the chapter).
Final rant – There was a (small) section of her writing that did not sit well with me – it felt a teeny tiny bit – elitist. However, this could be just me, as I am overly sensitive to this.
From my extended rant, you may think that I really disliked the book, but it is not so; there was much to love too.
The one thing that stood out (more than others) about this book is how much I could relate to her. I mean, this is Twinkle Khanna – she is born to two very famous film stars, and married to an equally famous one; not someone you would normally think you can identify or empathize with, and yet she pulls it off.
There were some parts where she was being her whimsical self, and wasn’t trying to be funny, and those were some of my favorite parts.
There were also some segments that were very contemplative; some of them struck a chord with me.
I would recommend this. It is a light-hearted fun read. We all need a book which helps us to de-stress, and puts a smile on our face. That is exactly what this book did for me.
*All ratings are subjective, but this one is especially so, because I know she can do much better.
Some interesting lines/thoughts from this book:
Our little satellite reached Mars because it was called MOM. If it was called DAD, it would still be circling the Earth, lost, but not willing to ask for directions.
As my eyes are shutting, I think about the word ‘love’. It is multilayered, convulted, and as imperfect as all human emotions. It is not your heart beating fast when you look at him […] or constantly wanting to be with the other person. Love in any relationship, family, or an intimate friendship, is only about putting the other person’s needs ahead of your own, and that, my friend, is just as simple and as complex as you make it.
On her experience in a foreign country:
Looking at these old people shuffling along by themselves, all I can say is: We may have potholed roads, but at-least we have many people willing to travel with us on them.
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Have you read Mrs Funnybones? How did you find it? Do you read her columns or follow her on social media? If yes, how do you feel this book compares to her other work?
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