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A civil servant with a sense of humour? A government official who allows his stiff upper lip to break into a smile and then laugh out loud, making the world chuckle along with him? An anomaly, most would agree, but not if you have been introduced to Bunny, through the writings of Vivek Atray. Move on Bunny is Atray’s first book, though it is not his first attempt at writing humour. He is quite adept as well as prolific at churning out those amusing short pieces that newspapers refer to as "middles". Taking a page out of Atray’s book, one would say that his journey as an author has, in this way, taken the "middle path". Writing humour is as difficult as it is easy to read. Any "funny" person will tell you that humour is serious business! Atray, however, did not let that daunt him at all and jumped into the deep end of the pool, just holding his nose, quite confident that the law of buoyancy (of his own spirits) would keep him afloat. And it looks like that confidence may have paid off. The construct of the book is pretty simple. The story is of a young man called Bunny, a sweet likable sort of guy who likes women; falls in love easily, gets into trouble and then moves on. Since his moving on is generally accompanied with an incident of being fired from a job or just bolting away when the going gets tough, Bunny lands up in various situations. In that way, the book is a series of chapters on Bunny’s love life and his career (if you could call working in a series of short jobs, a career) Atray has certainly kept it effortless for the reader. The book is a light read. You can pick it up and put it away and come back to it when you feel like it. It’s easy, it’s simple and with humour, as its surmise, it’s kind of uncomplicated. No twists and turns, no racking your brains to keep track of too many characters; all you have to do is to follow the life and times of the hero, Bunny, and you quickly come to the end of the book. Atray seems quite well acquainted with the quirks of both women as well as bosses. However, he insists that any similarity to any character living or dead is purely co-incidental. Fine, Atray, if you insist!
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