Preface
This is my first novel. When I joined IIT and IIM, little did I know that my experiences there would someday be read by other people in the form of a novel. It all started when I was caught doodling at my office desk with a blade. I'd scratched out some obscene statements with supporting illustrations. One of my colleagues, known for his sarcastic tongue, said 'You should totally do this for a living'. Well, here I am doing exactly that.
Let me start by addressing the question that must have occurred to you by now. Why should you buy this book? It looks crappy and it's probably a lurid account of a failed college affair which led to pornographic pursuits, flunking exams and so on. But what you are missing out on, is the fact that you may be a moron who thinks reading graphic details of how I was ragged in college will help you better your chances of gaining admission into these prestigious Institutions.
Also, notice how some people just laugh at foul language and obscene imagery, for no reason at all? You claim to not be one of them? Ha! F@#$ You. (Did you laugh?) Ch####ya (laugh yet?). Saala B******d (C'mon laugh already)
Well, let me tell you, this book is a treat for that kind of audience. It's got so much of the 'good' stuff that if it were made into a movie, the dialogue would be one long 'beep'.
At the heart of this book is a tender love story. At some corner deep in our heart, tucked away in a corner, of our deep hearts, there will be a chhota sa cute romance story from college. You may deny it but you can't refute it. That first love, that girl (or boy if you are a girl reader), the tentative approaches, will always remain etched in eternity. I hope while reading this book, you reignite that stuff even if it is only for 5 minutes-10minutes. If you went to an all-boys college then I guess we'll have to revert back to how this book can help you get admission into the prestigious IIT-IIMs. Without further ado, my story begins in a faraway place called Kanpur. The year was 2006. Her name was Priya. Fair, lean, black-eyed Priya. Aaaaaaaah. The feeling. It was bliss. Like morning coffee in a cold place. Like sunrise after a sandstorm...
This is my first novel. When I joined IIT and IIM, little did I know that my experiences there would someday be read by other people in the form of a novel. It all started when I was caught doodling at my office desk with a blade. I'd scratched out some obscene statements with supporting illustrations. One of my colleagues, known for his sarcastic tongue, said 'You should totally do this for a living'. Well, here I am doing exactly that.
Let me start by addressing the question that must have occurred to you by now. Why should you buy this book? It looks crappy and it's probably a lurid account of a failed college affair which led to pornographic pursuits, flunking exams and so on. But what you are missing out on, is the fact that you may be a moron who thinks reading graphic details of how I was ragged in college will help you better your chances of gaining admission into these prestigious Institutions.
Also, notice how some people just laugh at foul language and obscene imagery, for no reason at all? You claim to not be one of them? Ha! F@#$ You. (Did you laugh?) Ch####ya (laugh yet?). Saala B******d (C'mon laugh already)
Well, let me tell you, this book is a treat for that kind of audience. It's got so much of the 'good' stuff that if it were made into a movie, the dialogue would be one long 'beep'.
At the heart of this book is a tender love story. At some corner deep in our heart, tucked away in a corner, of our deep hearts, there will be a chhota sa cute romance story from college. You may deny it but you can't refute it. That first love, that girl (or boy if you are a girl reader), the tentative approaches, will always remain etched in eternity. I hope while reading this book, you reignite that stuff even if it is only for 5 minutes-10minutes. If you went to an all-boys college then I guess we'll have to revert back to how this book can help you get admission into the prestigious IIT-IIMs. Without further ado, my story begins in a faraway place called Kanpur. The year was 2006. Her name was Priya. Fair, lean, black-eyed Priya. Aaaaaaaah. The feeling. It was bliss. Like morning coffee in a cold place. Like sunrise after a sandstorm...
