Non-fiction is not my favorite genre to read, or to review, but there are times when I make an exception. When I read the title of a book and a song comes to mind, it’s interesting. When I find out that that song was his work, then I’m curious to know more about him, and I read on. Maybe it’s the urge to know more that actually makes the biography or autobiography interesting.
I liked reading the book. It flows breezily and the credit for that in no small part goes to the author’s style of writing. A lot of people, when talking about their life, tend to speak or exaggerate the troubles they have faced in the journey of life. Biddu, of “Made in India” fame, retains humility in his writing that I feel is charming. Reading the book feels like friends talking at a coffee klatch. The author’s wit, humor, humbleness, they all shine through quite nicely in a simple language anyone would love reading. An autobiography also seeks to inspire most of the time, and this book succeeds there as well. How he pursued the dream of who he wanted to be, right from childhood and made it happen, it inspires me to pursue mine from now as well.
The author’s life in the city of Bangalore was another thing I loved to read. It brought up things that made me smile, small notes that I could relate to, or recollections of a time when the city used to be far less crowded and far greener than it is at this time.
Perhaps it is because I do not have a strong connect with the genre that it did not manage to keep me reading long stretches at a time. I do not hold it against the book at all. Even without the strong connect, it managed to inspire me. So it would do that more strongly to those who like reading autobiographies. I end my review with a line that I hope becomes true for me some day as well.
“I am a citizen of the world, but inside, truly deep inside, I am still made in India.”
|Title: Made in India|
|Author: Biddu||Genre: Autobiography|
|ISBN/ASIN: B013Y3QKOO||Publisher: Harper Collins|
(© 31st October 2015)