Half way through reading this book I realised that, in my sixty years on earth, I have never read a book by an Indian author. This is weird because I have had a life-long fascination with India. That being said, I felt a bit rudderless. I did not have a point of reference for what I found strange about the book. The plot meandered and there were too many characters at times. I sometimes felt lost and overwhelmed by what was going on. But, I think if I found myself in India, I would feel lost and overwhelmed and that there was too much going on and too many people. The characters in the book were, some more than others, caricatures. I had a hard time deciding if that was satire, or meant seriously, or some kind of weird over-the-top Bollywood extravaganza. Many of the characters were a bit flat and I found it hard to care about them - but again, in a land of a billion people, you can't care much for everyone. So then, what a coincidence, that in a land of a billion people, the six suspects' stories all come together in a tangled web.

Spoiler

Munna just happens to meet and fall in love with Vicky's sister. Munna's sister just happens to meet and fall in love with Eketi. The money that Munna finds just happens to go through the hands of I have lost count of how many characters, etc etc etc And then in the end it all gets wrapped up, nice and tidy, in a parcel (and then another parcel, and then another parcel)

That's what I mean about the point of reference. When Jane Eyre is half dead of starvation and just happens to almost die on a random isolated doorstep in the middle of nowhere, and then later it transpires that those folks are actually her long lost cousins that she didn't even know existed, we kind of think, 'Oh yes, typical of Victorian literature'. I am going to make a point of reading something by a different Indian author to see..... Despite that, I gave this a 4 star rating - It was fun.