Book Review: The House that BJ Built
Publisher: Westland Ltd
Rating: Five stars
‘I’ll make my sisters squirm like well salted earthworms.
I won’t sell. Even my jutti won’t sell. And if I die na, then even my gosht won’t sell!’
A dint of imagination, soaking readers in a trance at the posh Hailey Road in Delhi and making one swirl to the cocktail of romance, wacky characters, and pricey women, spate of lies and lusty encounter. A family feud in full throttle and the crazy Bonu who explodes at the drop of a hat gives a high that it’s almost impossible to recover from it. Anuja Chauhan’s writing hooks from start to end where she takes her readers in a flawless journey that win hearts to make it an eternal romance tale that flows like alcohol in the vein. The book is an addiction and the cherry on cake is that she takes, ‘The House that BJ Built’ where she left, ‘Those Pricey Thakur Girls’ to make it a cheek-by-jowl narration. Certainly, Anuja Chauhan is the Queen of romance that tickles the funny bones and the non-veg jokes are lent so much dignity and once you flip the last page, it takes days to recover from it.
The late Binodini Thakur had been very clear that she would never agree to sell her hissa in her Bauji’s big old house on Hailey Road. And her daughter Bonu is determined to honor her mother’s wishes. late Binodini Thakur had been very clear that she would never agree to sell her hissa in her Bauji’s big old house on Hailey Road. And her daughter Bonu is determined to honor her mother’s wishes.
‘Tharki Thakur…obvio…this abstinence shit you’re pulling out is fuckin’ unhealthy…Two months of no action…All your juice is gonna back up inside your body…clog your bloodstream and give you gigantic pimples. You could even burst like, one gigantic pimple’
Rolling your stomach and churning in pain for you know there is no GST on laughing. It’s Anuja Chauhan for you. Sensual writing, tickling, sharp and divvy characters that capture the hearts to make it an epic and joyful ride as you enter the world of shtick, sympathetic and jaunty faces that comes alive with force. Anuja Chauhan whips a storm of relentless laugh and her observation of quirky characters teasing the readers endlessly and giving their imagination wings to fly.
The characters, from the Thakur sisters whom you love to hate to the endearing Trings are as sweet as the mouth-watering Gulab Jamun. Of course, Bonu aka Bonita Singh is explosive as one depicts her twisted mind, cham cham and on your face ‘I don’t give a shit’ meeting Samar Vir Singh. There is hate, love, friendship and, of course, Samar’s buddy Zeeshan bloviating at length on his ‘glorious’ vocabulary of cusswords. The romance between Samar and Bonu takes it to another level, serving sauce a la Debo and Dylan in the earlier outing, living up to the adage, the more the merrier. Of course, Steesh is back as the suave businessman and rekindling romance with Eeshwari in the ‘losing control’ moment that sets the adrenaline spurting on a high. There is nothing that beats the Pricey Thakur Girls, right from Anjini to Debo and Eeshwari with Chandu. The debilitating Chachi-ji serves the cracker pot right and her stories make the tickling sensation run amok from top to toe. There is evil of course with AN Thakur who is in contrast to Judge Narayan Thakur’s character.
Anuja Chauhan’s makes a strong and subdued statement at the same time on citizens we consider as second class…the Tring Brothers and the peek into the film and fashion industry which is effortlessly fun. Case in point is the epic conversation between Bonu Singh and Susan.
Hardly any brownie point, except if you want to count the forgettable Mustaq Khan which is more a blink-and-eye character that doesn’t really fit in the novel.
If there is anyone in India who can claim the mantle of rom-com writing, there is no dispute about it. It’s Anuja Chauhan. She takes The House That BJ Built to another level right from the spicy humor to the lovable characters and, of course, aur jee item song or Tharki Thakur. The one-liners are weaved in an intelligent fashion. The spunky writing simply grows on you that you will abandon everything on earth to flung yourself in this universe. Time to move over Chetan Bhagat for Anuja Chauhan sashays like a storm. Sad, that I stayed away from her books all this while but gonna lap everything that comes from her, Battle of Bittora or Baaz. Dirty words can be sexy, glamorous and spicy! You cannot love romance and shamelessly confide not reading Anuja Chauhan’s Pricey Thakur Girls and BJ’s House.