One-sided romantic overtures, especially in a competitive atmosphere like a medical college, aren't exactly uncommon. And when you have moronic friends (whose opinion you still value for some strange reason) egging you on every single time, this is a sure shot recipe for disaster. Fosla (standing for Frustrated One Sided Lovers' Association) does feature the odd gag which makes you crack a smile, but these occasions are few and far apart. Set at the fictional Nehru Medical College, Fosla's chief drawback is that it fails to convince the reader that the author isn't in fact fifteen or thereabouts. Some of the crucial sections of the book, like the Fosla manifesto, are full of juvenile, utterly brain-dead sentences and lazy generalisations. And we're not even getting to the presumptuous nature of the commentary about 'typical frustrated behaviour' and the like. One does get that Kapoor 'isn't a prude' as his author bio claims; what we remain unconvinced about is evidence of maturity, or a distant cousin thereof.