The writer is certainly better with light and glib, but the glib is detrimental to the deep and profound he ends up trivialising with his incurable love of smart soundbytes - and yet he won't give up trivialising the things he ought to stay away from in his sort of writings. (Gita Mehta did far better in her Karma Kola by not not giving in to the temptation of making this mistake and retaining some integrity, and ending up with her work making her look mysterious and more knowldedgeable. Which she might very well have been or be.)
Still, if one manages to ignore the puzzlingly wrong details in the descriptions of real places and people in one or two spots he has done well with this one, far better than with other three. And this time it is a certainty to have this work translate to a dozen or so films in various languages in India not to mention some NRI filmmaker stepping in, buying rights and making a hash of it a la "Namesake" by mistakes about the society they are now away from and glib generalisations, but then they might pay better for the rights.
Then again the whole theme, the details, the story is so very general the rights don't mean much in this case and the dozen Indian films in various languages can still be made with no legal hassles by changing a detail here or there. The story of inter-community weddings and social differences today is nothing new or unique, with great fluidity of youth between metropolises of work far away from the root towns or cities, and a medium good scriptwriter can take a cue and make an excellent job of writing a good one.
These are some of the books I read during last half a century or so, and some of the thoughts, questions, reactions and insights, emotions - and so forth -, evoked on reading them, either then or later sometime during the interim years and decades, or even thinking over now, that are summed up here while trying to record my impressions about what I read.
Serene, Reflecting
Life Recedes