I just finished Mrs Funnybones, Twinkle Khanna's debut book. I must admit, I devoured each and every chapter. Quick-witted and funny, Twinkle Khanna, a former actress, columnist, wife of superstar Khiladi Akshay Kumar and daughter of 60s-70s Bollywood heartthrob Rajesh Khanna and "like fine wine" Dimple Kapadia, has proved that Bollywood can have brains too. What I loved about the book was (and like Karan Johar has vouched for at the back of the book) Twinkle's "self-deprecating" humour. Her ability to laugh at herself and make light of situations makes her a lovable character. In spite of being a "star wife" she shows that her life is not so different from the average, well-off Indian woman her age. Except the magazine photo shoots and "to die for" dresses she gets model, of course.
Mrs Funnybones has that rare ability to find amusement in even mundane day-to-day chores. Her dedicated chapters -- to her "little eccentric" mother and a "bit like her" mother-in-law (Mummyji) as she describes them, as well as the appearances of the "man of the house" through the book make it a candid and pleasurable read. Akshay Kumar fans may want to read it just to drool over the fact that she has him in the background, lounging around and watching TV after work as she, the real hero of the Kumar household, juggles her "little beasts" and domestic helps.
What I like about the book is that Twinkle's personality really comes through. She's a funny, "finding humour in everything" (even a visit to the acupuncturist) kind of person. Somewhere through the book you forget Mrs Funnybones is a celebrity. She becomes so relatable that she could be anyone. She imparts certain life lessons and beliefs, although subtly and without being preachy even for a second. Not one to be diplomatic, she tells you exactly what she feels about the paparazzi clicking you unawares (when you aren't looking your best), Bollywood parties and even what she feels about her own name (which unfortunately rhymes with wrinkle). This isn't a spill-the-beans-on-Bollywood kind of book though, if you are looking for that. She doesn't take names but provide a hilarious anecdote or two of an actor. It is mostly her life and her family, the people who shape her day and one or two incidents from the past and her childhood days.
What I am a little disappointed by is that there is no real mention of her father and her relationship with him, although she has dedicated the book to him. Anecdotes from her acting days, which she refers to as the "family business", are also missing. Surely the witty Twinkle would have a few in that department. All in all, I enjoyed reading the book on my flight from Delhi to Chandigarh; I had to stifle a couple of chuckles before fellow passengers gave me weird looks. Thank you Mrs. Funnybones for reminding us that life is what you make of it and the most ordinary moments sometimes provide the maximum entertainment and pearls of wisdom.
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Mrs Funnybones has that rare ability to find amusement in even mundane day-to-day chores. Her dedicated chapters -- to her "little eccentric" mother and a "bit like her" mother-in-law (Mummyji) as she describes them, as well as the appearances of the "man of the house" through the book make it a candid and pleasurable read. Akshay Kumar fans may want to read it just to drool over the fact that she has him in the background, lounging around and watching TV after work as she, the real hero of the Kumar household, juggles her "little beasts" and domestic helps.
What I like about the book is that Twinkle's personality really comes through. She's a funny, "finding humour in everything" (even a visit to the acupuncturist) kind of person. Somewhere through the book you forget Mrs Funnybones is a celebrity. She becomes so relatable that she could be anyone. She imparts certain life lessons and beliefs, although subtly and without being preachy even for a second. Not one to be diplomatic, she tells you exactly what she feels about the paparazzi clicking you unawares (when you aren't looking your best), Bollywood parties and even what she feels about her own name (which unfortunately rhymes with wrinkle). This isn't a spill-the-beans-on-Bollywood kind of book though, if you are looking for that. She doesn't take names but provide a hilarious anecdote or two of an actor. It is mostly her life and her family, the people who shape her day and one or two incidents from the past and her childhood days.
What I am a little disappointed by is that there is no real mention of her father and her relationship with him, although she has dedicated the book to him. Anecdotes from her acting days, which she refers to as the "family business", are also missing. Surely the witty Twinkle would have a few in that department. All in all, I enjoyed reading the book on my flight from Delhi to Chandigarh; I had to stifle a couple of chuckles before fellow passengers gave me weird looks. Thank you Mrs. Funnybones for reminding us that life is what you make of it and the most ordinary moments sometimes provide the maximum entertainment and pearls of wisdom.
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