Delhi on Love, Hate and Relationships
Drafted my second novel. Pure bliss! Found a reputed publisher. Sheer happiness! The book is now ready to hit the stands. Unimaginable thrill! There, you’d think I got it sorted. But no, the veterans around me wouldn’t let me cloister myself under the sun-bed and grab that Pinacolada. Giddup and race. Aaraam haraam hai . It so happens (true story) that I also need to strive to find me readers, entice them to check my pièce de résistance , coax them to spend that little amount they’d otherwise splurge on popcorn at the PVR. Buy my book! Buy my powerful, captivating, spellbinding, enthralling, action-packed, romantic thriller of a god-damn page-turner novel. Ekdum phirst-klass! In my mind’s eye, I see myself as one of the urchins who lean on people’s windshields at the traffic signal, giving a complimentary hand-job… err, I mean wiping the glass with a flannel-cloth. Shoooo…. Chal Hutttttt … Effort failed! Evolve! Grow some class! Add pizzazz! Use social media to wi