Nothing else skewers corporate India’s assorted sillinesses so accurately. Or so funnily.
Vadukut may be the only one to have seen that such a world is simply begging for satire, as readers of his blog and column will know. And in Dork, he does it most delightfully. The book is set up as a series of diary entries from an eventful first year that Robin ‘Einstein’ Varghese works at a management consulting firm. Einstein is a pompous ass whose staggering self-belief is equalled by an ability to comprehensively screw up any assignment. There is a sort of horrified relish in watching him lurch from one troubled consulting engagement to another. Yet in Vadukut’s hands, Robin is a useful, even endearing, fool, not least in his bumbling way of snatching success from certain corporate disaster—mistaking his boss for a waiter, an inadvertent ball-bearing glut and drunken ramblings on the firm’s global voice-mail.
The book has a few rough edges: unlike the skilfully caricatured men, the women seem one-dimensional, though given the testosterone-fuelled world of consulting, this could be deliberate irony. And while the ending is hilarious, it’s a little too unrealistic. No matter, nothing else skewers corporate India’s assorted sillinesses so accurately. Or so funnily.