Manisha Gupta's Blog
April 18, 2018
MY FUNNY BOOK LAUNCH
On a very auspicious Saturday, or was it a blessed
ominous Saturday, the twentieth of September, year
two thousand and eight, my first book was launched.
The function was scheduled at five thirty in the
evening, in the arcade on the ground floor of the
most popular mall in town. Well, that was, as told to
me by my publisher and his editorial team.
I was feeling so highly elated to be given this undue
attention as an author and be invited to the function
as the guest of honour, that in my excitement, I
announced it to all my friends, students and
colleagues. I even invited some of them to the
function. The day finally dawned and I reported
there at least an hour and a half before schedule.
There was no sign of any book launch anywhere in
the vicinity. Perhaps, I was a bit too early, I thought.
So I entered a Book Café, ordered a large cappuccino
and decided to wait there.
While sipping my coffee, I slipped into a
reverie….. There is a huge gathering in an
auditorium ….. The stage is lit up with floodlights …I
am being invited on the stage …being greeted with a
bouquet of roses….my guests are being served drinks
and hot snacks … the audience is eager to hear my
inaugural speech…
I rambled on and on till the ring tone of my cell
phone brought me back to my senses. Checking my
watch, I called up my publisher, to ask if he had
reached with the consignment of my books and also
told him that I wanted to see a copy before its
launch. But he said he had just landed at the airport
from Mumbai and would take at least forty minutes
to get there. Meanwhile I went up to the store
manager to enquire about the event and after
making a number of calls he asked me to go to the
first floor of the Fantasy Store. By that time, it was
already five thirty. As I stepped on the escalator to
get to the Fantasy Store, I spotted some of my
students and ex-students in groups, looking for the
venue. Some were frantically calling on their cell
phones. The noise inside the store was deafening,
with salesmen screaming out all kinds of discount
schemes on loud speakers, thanks to the off season
sale! My cell phone was ringing constantly but I
couldn’t hear a thing in that mayhem. I was directed
to the ‘men’s garments’ section rather than the book
store. I tried telling the manager that there had been
some mistake in communication, but, when he told
me that the scheduled venue had to be changed due
to its prior booking by some other ‘party’, I could do
very little. I just stood there transfixed, amid the
men’s garments. Hanging on display, all around me
were colourful shirts, trousers, ties, socks, vests,
jackets and other non-mentionable pieces of
clothing. And popping up from among them, was the
banner of my maiden book!
Within minutes, a plump lady appeared on the scene
and announced on the microphone, in a very funny
accent -
“Whalcom to buk lonch of Ms. Monisha Goopta – a
new author…come one, come all to man’s sakshion
of the Fantasy Store….”
And what was most unnerving, was that she was
repeatedly going on and on, till everyone had settled
down. Sitting with the publisher and the store
manager on the single sofa up there, on the stage,
the whole experience was very disconcerting for me.
To add to my misery, as I held the microphone in my
hand to address the audience, I was incredibly
mortified to see most of my students, including all
the rowdies, in the audience. I had never felt so
challenged by their presence in my class as I did at
that moment. I had already read the smirk on their
faces when they saw me stranded on the stage
literally hounded by those two burly men. The bunk-
masters, the trouble-makers, the gossip-mongers,
even the day-dreamers….they were all there! And
that too in total responsiveness, waiting in the
audience, for the entertainment to begin…What the
hell! Had they come to watch the fun or had they
come to share this moment with me. I saw from the
corner of my eyes, a couple of them, painfully trying
to suppress their uncontrollable laughter! It was
then that I realized my grievous blunder of going
public about my publishing ventures. How special
the day was meant to be for me, as prospering new
author, to be able to hold in hand, my very own
piece of creation! I had never imagined myself,
standing on such a platform and making my debut
speech as a published author. And here I was,
haunted by these unfounded doubts, ruining my
moment of glory. Pretending to be unperturbed by
their presence, I made for the podium confidently
and after a brief introduction of my book I randomly
called out the names of my three most strident
students. Since the book was about the high school
backbenchers, I couldn’t think of a better way than
to have it released by the backbenchers themselves.
Yuvraj, Disha and Akshat, unhesitatingly came
forward, beaming with their unusually broad smiles,
and promptly unveiled the book amid polite
applause. All this while, my anxious eyes couldn’t
wait to have the very first glimpse of my creation.
The moment it emerged partly from the seemingly
unending folds of glitzy wrapping paper and satin
ribbons, my first reaction was quite weird.
“My
goodness! After all the toil and travail, this was the
output?” A thin, actually emaciated looking version
of my healthy conceptualization was gaping at me,
almost pitiably! Rather than grabbing it and hugging
it close to my heart, my head turned away to the
opposite direction, desperately looking for the safest
exit. Under no condition was I going to let myself
become a laughing stock! Definitely not before this
guffawing young audience! As my searching eyes
roamed the length and breadth of the entire store,
the only consolation they could gather was, there
were no tomatoes and rotten eggs anywhere in the
vicinity. Involuntarily, my eyes shut tightly in a silent
prayer before I felt someone placing the book in my
hands. “What was coming next?” I
wondered. But, much to my relief, it was only a
humble request by the publisher, to read out a few
excerpts. In a tone almost defeating and competing
with the haggling of the customers in the ‘Men’s
Section’, I read those lines, that I had very ardently
selected for that moment. I don’t know how much of
it went heard or unheard, but when I saw some book
lovers and even my young ‘non-readers’, waiting in
the queue to buy my book, I was truly overwhelmed.
As the event came to a close, I expressed my
grateful appreciation to all present there. The words
were few, however, the emotions ran deep, and a lot
remained unsaid. While book-signing, the only regret
that remained with me was that I couldn’t treat them
with the hospitality that they were so worthy of!
I returned home still confused whether or not, to
celebrate with pride, my accomplished mission.
Mixed emotions kept me in a suspended state till
late into the night. It was almost past midnight, but
sleep was miles away from me. So, I thought of
checking out the response of the readers on my
blog, least expecting this humorous monologue
posted by one of my favourite ‘backbenchers’ :
“first of
all....hehehheeheahhaahahahhahahahahahha....God ..!
! I’m still laughing after reaching home.! it was one
eventful evening.!! …well.. here it is in my words.…it
was finally Saturday…I .. n my friends had waited for
this day for so long … me n Shefali kept on pestering
everyone around us.. what should we wear.?? should
it be a skirt n a girly top or a jeans n a tee.. u know,
more casual.. or maybe kurta salwar cuz our teachers
might be there….WE didn’t reach a conclusion till
3:30 n decided to wear anything that would get
attention :) .What I had to wear was not the only
problem... my day had it all planned.. hmm.. anyhow..
the evening dawned..it was 4 30 now.. n I was still
deciding whether pink suits better or green. i asked
my dad to rush me to the venue ..my teacher's day
was finally here.. i had seen the unmatchable
excitement on her face during our class lectures
when she talked about this day.. n i for no stupid
reason wanted to miss it. I finally made it to the mall
but to my surprise there was not a single book
displayed out there, in front of the venue.. n on top
of that i saw my classmates n seniors carrying
flowers. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BRING FLOWERS
TO A BOOKLAUNCH>??? …hehee.. well .. yess.. we
do!...this made me tell Varun to cross the traffic
jammed road, go to market in phase 2 n find pretty
flowers. me n Vaibhav decided to look for the place..
it was 5: 45 / 6 sumthing now…we had :: 1) no
flowers..not even a card wishing good luck. ….2) no
booklaunch….3) no answer to the calls to this author
v were here for..!!!= panic.
But finally we did make it { thru sum guidance of
course} ..n it turned out to be one of d most
cherished evenings.. of course we all bought a copy
of this highly awaited book.. autographed by my
author turned teacher.... n yeah ...the celebration
continued to next day also when maa'm distributed
sweets in class. …wont ever forget it :)
Well, thanks to you, Disha… this has become one of
the sweetest of my blunders that I refuse to regret!
Now THAT is easier said than done. Refusing to
regret your blunders!
ominous Saturday, the twentieth of September, year
two thousand and eight, my first book was launched.
The function was scheduled at five thirty in the
evening, in the arcade on the ground floor of the
most popular mall in town. Well, that was, as told to
me by my publisher and his editorial team.
I was feeling so highly elated to be given this undue
attention as an author and be invited to the function
as the guest of honour, that in my excitement, I
announced it to all my friends, students and
colleagues. I even invited some of them to the
function. The day finally dawned and I reported
there at least an hour and a half before schedule.
There was no sign of any book launch anywhere in
the vicinity. Perhaps, I was a bit too early, I thought.
So I entered a Book Café, ordered a large cappuccino
and decided to wait there.
While sipping my coffee, I slipped into a
reverie….. There is a huge gathering in an
auditorium ….. The stage is lit up with floodlights …I
am being invited on the stage …being greeted with a
bouquet of roses….my guests are being served drinks
and hot snacks … the audience is eager to hear my
inaugural speech…
I rambled on and on till the ring tone of my cell
phone brought me back to my senses. Checking my
watch, I called up my publisher, to ask if he had
reached with the consignment of my books and also
told him that I wanted to see a copy before its
launch. But he said he had just landed at the airport
from Mumbai and would take at least forty minutes
to get there. Meanwhile I went up to the store
manager to enquire about the event and after
making a number of calls he asked me to go to the
first floor of the Fantasy Store. By that time, it was
already five thirty. As I stepped on the escalator to
get to the Fantasy Store, I spotted some of my
students and ex-students in groups, looking for the
venue. Some were frantically calling on their cell
phones. The noise inside the store was deafening,
with salesmen screaming out all kinds of discount
schemes on loud speakers, thanks to the off season
sale! My cell phone was ringing constantly but I
couldn’t hear a thing in that mayhem. I was directed
to the ‘men’s garments’ section rather than the book
store. I tried telling the manager that there had been
some mistake in communication, but, when he told
me that the scheduled venue had to be changed due
to its prior booking by some other ‘party’, I could do
very little. I just stood there transfixed, amid the
men’s garments. Hanging on display, all around me
were colourful shirts, trousers, ties, socks, vests,
jackets and other non-mentionable pieces of
clothing. And popping up from among them, was the
banner of my maiden book!
Within minutes, a plump lady appeared on the scene
and announced on the microphone, in a very funny
accent -
“Whalcom to buk lonch of Ms. Monisha Goopta – a
new author…come one, come all to man’s sakshion
of the Fantasy Store….”
And what was most unnerving, was that she was
repeatedly going on and on, till everyone had settled
down. Sitting with the publisher and the store
manager on the single sofa up there, on the stage,
the whole experience was very disconcerting for me.
To add to my misery, as I held the microphone in my
hand to address the audience, I was incredibly
mortified to see most of my students, including all
the rowdies, in the audience. I had never felt so
challenged by their presence in my class as I did at
that moment. I had already read the smirk on their
faces when they saw me stranded on the stage
literally hounded by those two burly men. The bunk-
masters, the trouble-makers, the gossip-mongers,
even the day-dreamers….they were all there! And
that too in total responsiveness, waiting in the
audience, for the entertainment to begin…What the
hell! Had they come to watch the fun or had they
come to share this moment with me. I saw from the
corner of my eyes, a couple of them, painfully trying
to suppress their uncontrollable laughter! It was
then that I realized my grievous blunder of going
public about my publishing ventures. How special
the day was meant to be for me, as prospering new
author, to be able to hold in hand, my very own
piece of creation! I had never imagined myself,
standing on such a platform and making my debut
speech as a published author. And here I was,
haunted by these unfounded doubts, ruining my
moment of glory. Pretending to be unperturbed by
their presence, I made for the podium confidently
and after a brief introduction of my book I randomly
called out the names of my three most strident
students. Since the book was about the high school
backbenchers, I couldn’t think of a better way than
to have it released by the backbenchers themselves.
Yuvraj, Disha and Akshat, unhesitatingly came
forward, beaming with their unusually broad smiles,
and promptly unveiled the book amid polite
applause. All this while, my anxious eyes couldn’t
wait to have the very first glimpse of my creation.
The moment it emerged partly from the seemingly
unending folds of glitzy wrapping paper and satin
ribbons, my first reaction was quite weird.
“My
goodness! After all the toil and travail, this was the
output?” A thin, actually emaciated looking version
of my healthy conceptualization was gaping at me,
almost pitiably! Rather than grabbing it and hugging
it close to my heart, my head turned away to the
opposite direction, desperately looking for the safest
exit. Under no condition was I going to let myself
become a laughing stock! Definitely not before this
guffawing young audience! As my searching eyes
roamed the length and breadth of the entire store,
the only consolation they could gather was, there
were no tomatoes and rotten eggs anywhere in the
vicinity. Involuntarily, my eyes shut tightly in a silent
prayer before I felt someone placing the book in my
hands. “What was coming next?” I
wondered. But, much to my relief, it was only a
humble request by the publisher, to read out a few
excerpts. In a tone almost defeating and competing
with the haggling of the customers in the ‘Men’s
Section’, I read those lines, that I had very ardently
selected for that moment. I don’t know how much of
it went heard or unheard, but when I saw some book
lovers and even my young ‘non-readers’, waiting in
the queue to buy my book, I was truly overwhelmed.
As the event came to a close, I expressed my
grateful appreciation to all present there. The words
were few, however, the emotions ran deep, and a lot
remained unsaid. While book-signing, the only regret
that remained with me was that I couldn’t treat them
with the hospitality that they were so worthy of!
I returned home still confused whether or not, to
celebrate with pride, my accomplished mission.
Mixed emotions kept me in a suspended state till
late into the night. It was almost past midnight, but
sleep was miles away from me. So, I thought of
checking out the response of the readers on my
blog, least expecting this humorous monologue
posted by one of my favourite ‘backbenchers’ :
“first of
all....hehehheeheahhaahahahhahahahahahha....God ..!
! I’m still laughing after reaching home.! it was one
eventful evening.!! …well.. here it is in my words.…it
was finally Saturday…I .. n my friends had waited for
this day for so long … me n Shefali kept on pestering
everyone around us.. what should we wear.?? should
it be a skirt n a girly top or a jeans n a tee.. u know,
more casual.. or maybe kurta salwar cuz our teachers
might be there….WE didn’t reach a conclusion till
3:30 n decided to wear anything that would get
attention :) .What I had to wear was not the only
problem... my day had it all planned.. hmm.. anyhow..
the evening dawned..it was 4 30 now.. n I was still
deciding whether pink suits better or green. i asked
my dad to rush me to the venue ..my teacher's day
was finally here.. i had seen the unmatchable
excitement on her face during our class lectures
when she talked about this day.. n i for no stupid
reason wanted to miss it. I finally made it to the mall
but to my surprise there was not a single book
displayed out there, in front of the venue.. n on top
of that i saw my classmates n seniors carrying
flowers. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BRING FLOWERS
TO A BOOKLAUNCH>??? …hehee.. well .. yess.. we
do!...this made me tell Varun to cross the traffic
jammed road, go to market in phase 2 n find pretty
flowers. me n Vaibhav decided to look for the place..
it was 5: 45 / 6 sumthing now…we had :: 1) no
flowers..not even a card wishing good luck. ….2) no
booklaunch….3) no answer to the calls to this author
v were here for..!!!= panic.
But finally we did make it { thru sum guidance of
course} ..n it turned out to be one of d most
cherished evenings.. of course we all bought a copy
of this highly awaited book.. autographed by my
author turned teacher.... n yeah ...the celebration
continued to next day also when maa'm distributed
sweets in class. …wont ever forget it :)
Well, thanks to you, Disha… this has become one of
the sweetest of my blunders that I refuse to regret!
Now THAT is easier said than done. Refusing to
regret your blunders!
March 23, 2018
my words my world
Alone in the room everyday… putting words on pieces of
paper…well there are a lot of other things that I think I could
have done, that are more amusing …and more meaningful to
the world. …but here I am…I remain in the room in which
I am writing this, I put one word in front of the other, I add
another word and then another, filling the empty space …as if
for each word to be written there were an empty space to be
crossed.. it is like a journey through space….even if I get
nowhere…. even if I end up in the same place I started! But the
thing about doing this is - I can get up from the day’s work and
say I gave it everything I had! I tried my 100%!!!
paper…well there are a lot of other things that I think I could
have done, that are more amusing …and more meaningful to
the world. …but here I am…I remain in the room in which
I am writing this, I put one word in front of the other, I add
another word and then another, filling the empty space …as if
for each word to be written there were an empty space to be
crossed.. it is like a journey through space….even if I get
nowhere…. even if I end up in the same place I started! But the
thing about doing this is - I can get up from the day’s work and
say I gave it everything I had! I tried my 100%!!!
March 16, 2018
IN THE WORLD OF MISFITS and WEIRDOES contd.
Regardless of their idiosyncrasies, misfit protagonists do tug at our heartstrings. We couldn’t abandon them a few pages into the book, even if we wanted to!
Things We Have in Common by Tasha Kavanagh
Nothing is as clear to Yasmin Doner as the fact that she’s a true outcast at school. Her obesity and obsessive personality have her labeled as a freak by her classmates. Despite their cruelty, she yearns for a sense of belonging. Her fantasy of being friends with Alice Taylor helps her cope with her reality. By watching Alice intently, she hopes that she’ll come to know the real her.
Things We Have in Common by Tasha Kavanagh
Nothing is as clear to Yasmin Doner as the fact that she’s a true outcast at school. Her obesity and obsessive personality have her labeled as a freak by her classmates. Despite their cruelty, she yearns for a sense of belonging. Her fantasy of being friends with Alice Taylor helps her cope with her reality. By watching Alice intently, she hopes that she’ll come to know the real her.
March 14, 2018
KEEP CRUISING TILL YOU GET THERE!
Before a dream is realized, the world tests everything that went into shaping it. It does this not because it is evil! But disillusionment sets in and it takes us to the point at which most of us give up. We forget that in addition to pursuing our dreams we also master the skills that were learnt along the way! The wise way to go is - KEEP CRUISING TILL YOU GET THERE!
Today Joe’s Republic hit another milestone … FLIPKART
Here is the link for those interested-
https://www.flipkart.com/joes-republi...
Also available on -
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
Today Joe’s Republic hit another milestone … FLIPKART
Here is the link for those interested-
https://www.flipkart.com/joes-republi...
Also available on -
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
March 12, 2018
IN THE WORLD OF MISFITS contd....
SILENCE OF THE LAMBS based on RED DRAGON The Silence of the Lambsby Thomas Harris The argument that some people will have is that Hannibal Lecter isn't really a hero. Red Dragon’s Hollywood adaptation The Silence of the Lambs is a good example wherein the protagonist Lecter is actually an antagonist. While in prison, Lecter terrorizes and chews a prison guard's face off, which isn't exactly the most ideal action of a hero. Anthony Hopkins who portrayed this character, in fact won the academy award for the best male lead actor and was only on the screen for 17 minutes! Viewers were utterly fascinated by Hannibal Lecter – a strange and terrifying hero! What's clear in the novel is that Hannibal is the good guy in the story.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3oKN...
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
March 11, 2018
An author's report card
AN AUTHOR'S REPORT CARD has no figures or grade points...just words! :)
Here are some, on Joe's Republic - the legacy of an idler...
"Thought-provoking, quirky and entertaining. Liked the twisted plotlines. It is a nice engaging story. The use of wordplay and imagery made me feel like an absent presence in the scenes - a feature quite prominent in Virginia Woolf’s novel ‘Mrs. Dalloway’."
"The imagery is beautiful in a lot of places and manages to freeze the flow of time. Overall, I really like the realism in which the characters are grounded and how their attitudes and opinions change over time rather than being affected by a single incident or act. I have to say the author’s understanding of human behaviour is admirable."
"An unrestrained account of a bachelor, that makes even the most cynical idler dare to dream.
Insightful, funny and engrossing, all at the same time. A recommended read for sure!"
• https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
• https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
Here are some, on Joe's Republic - the legacy of an idler...
"Thought-provoking, quirky and entertaining. Liked the twisted plotlines. It is a nice engaging story. The use of wordplay and imagery made me feel like an absent presence in the scenes - a feature quite prominent in Virginia Woolf’s novel ‘Mrs. Dalloway’."
"The imagery is beautiful in a lot of places and manages to freeze the flow of time. Overall, I really like the realism in which the characters are grounded and how their attitudes and opinions change over time rather than being affected by a single incident or act. I have to say the author’s understanding of human behaviour is admirable."
"An unrestrained account of a bachelor, that makes even the most cynical idler dare to dream.
Insightful, funny and engrossing, all at the same time. A recommended read for sure!"
• https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
• https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
March 6, 2018
In The World of Misfits....contd. 2.THE CAVEMAN'S VALENTINE by George Dawes Green
When there is a murder, there is handful of people who would be suitable at investigating the crime. The police, the FBI and any other investigation bureau, private detectives, hell, even family members of the victims could be motivated to investigate the murder of a loved one. One of the last people you'd expect? How about a paranoid schizophrenic who lives in a cave in Central Park? This is what makes the Caveman's Valentine so interesting. When leaving his cave one morning, Romulus Ledbetter finds the frozen body of a young man outside his cave. The police believe that the death was an accident but Romulus doesn't believe so. Of course, Romulus also believes that Cornelius Gould Stuyvesant is controlling the world through rays from the Chrysler Building. Romulus didn't always believe this of course. In his past life, he was a Julliard-trained pianist who was married and had a daughter. That was until Romulus was overcome with paranoid schizophrenia and it destroyed his life. While he has flashes of the old brilliance, Romulus is usually quite burdened with his illness. Despite the restrictions that his own brain puts on him, Romulus sets out in his own distinctive way to solve the murder of a body he just happened to come across. His investigation is one of the most bizarre criminal investigations in the history of crime fiction.
March 5, 2018
In the world of misfits and weirdoes
Back in the day, while my friends were fascinated by the heroism of Nancy Drew, Sherlock Holmes and the likes, I was exploring something more bizarre and eccentric. Traits like confidence, dignity, intelligence and physical strength were too conventional to hold my interest. Even as a ten year old and right through my growing years I was curiously intrigued by the world of weirdoes.
There are some characters who were never meant to be heroes, yet they are heroic in their own right. They are a group of misfits who manage to deal with their flaws and even use them to their advantage to overcome their shortcomings. Joe Cherian of ‘Joe’s Republic’ is a case in point. Here are more such unusual literary works with heroes whose imperfections make for some interesting reading….
1. HORNS BY JOE HILL
On the anniversary of his girlfriend's rape and murder, Ignatius (Ig for short) wakes up with a killer headache, and a pair of devil-like horns growing out of his forehead. Mostly he has problems with the horns though, and with them come some very unusual powers. The main one is that the horns tend to bring out the worst in people. When he's around people they will admit the worse things they have ever done or will follow through with their deepest and darkest desires. This power leads to some funny confessions and terrifying honesty. With his horns and new found powers, Ig begins to look for the killer of his girlfriend, Merrin. The year prior to Ig getting his horns, Merrin had dumped him and hours later she is found strangled to death after being raped. Everyone, including Ig's family, thinks he did it. Because of that, Ig's life has been miserable, not only did he lose his one and only love but everyone thinks he committed the atrocious crime. But Ig is about to set things straight and get the revenge for the lovely Merrin. This book, like its hero, is, in equal parts, funny, romantic and sad.
There are some characters who were never meant to be heroes, yet they are heroic in their own right. They are a group of misfits who manage to deal with their flaws and even use them to their advantage to overcome their shortcomings. Joe Cherian of ‘Joe’s Republic’ is a case in point. Here are more such unusual literary works with heroes whose imperfections make for some interesting reading….
1. HORNS BY JOE HILL
On the anniversary of his girlfriend's rape and murder, Ignatius (Ig for short) wakes up with a killer headache, and a pair of devil-like horns growing out of his forehead. Mostly he has problems with the horns though, and with them come some very unusual powers. The main one is that the horns tend to bring out the worst in people. When he's around people they will admit the worse things they have ever done or will follow through with their deepest and darkest desires. This power leads to some funny confessions and terrifying honesty. With his horns and new found powers, Ig begins to look for the killer of his girlfriend, Merrin. The year prior to Ig getting his horns, Merrin had dumped him and hours later she is found strangled to death after being raped. Everyone, including Ig's family, thinks he did it. Because of that, Ig's life has been miserable, not only did he lose his one and only love but everyone thinks he committed the atrocious crime. But Ig is about to set things straight and get the revenge for the lovely Merrin. This book, like its hero, is, in equal parts, funny, romantic and sad.
March 1, 2018
Proud libraries...
. . . . Shut not your doors to me proud
libraries, for that which was lacking
on all your well-fill’d shelves,
yet needed most, I bring forth from
the war emerging, a book I’ve made ,
the words of my book , nothing,
the drift of it, everything . . . .
-Walt Whitman
libraries, for that which was lacking
on all your well-fill’d shelves,
yet needed most, I bring forth from
the war emerging, a book I’ve made ,
the words of my book , nothing,
the drift of it, everything . . . .
-Walt Whitman
Joe Cherian
He is spiteful mainly because he is going against the main trend of his society. In such a strictly convention-bound society, a man like Joe Cherian must exist or else society would become a single, collective, mechanical robot.
If you wish to read, you can order your copy from the links below:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.shopclues.com/joes-republ...
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If you wish to read, you can order your copy from the links below:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.amazon.in/dp/B078ST9CTQ
https://www.shopclues.com/joes-republ...
http://bluerosepublishers.com/product...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3oKN...
