Have been treating my eyes to that highly orgasmic ecstasy called double vision. Have read the MS twenty times, and quite surprisingly, have played host to nineteen deja vu feelings.
Excerpts from recent talks between the author and Obelix…
Will LOVE… be the kind of novel one can curl up with on a lazy weekend?
Well, well, if you can imagine David Dhawan and Govinda weaving an arranged love story revolving around a Bombay boy and an alabaster beauty from Chennai, then you have a rough idea of what it’s gonna be.
Will it be a light read?
As light as a snow flake or a fakir’s wallet, take your pick.
Will it be humorous and funny?
You can bet your last penny on that with your eyes wide shut.
Will there be some suspense and plot twists?
Plenty. It’s the mushy equivalent of roller-coaster rides.
Will it be a feel-good book?
Absolutely – any work of art should either tickle your funny bone or inspire your funny brain. Guess this would do both, unless you are a comatose patient who can neither be tickled nor inspired.
When is it being launched?
Will it be worth spending Rs 125 on?
Folks, it’s certainly more intellectually-stimulating than a pizza that costs you as much; plus it contains minus 673 calories, since you are gonna burn a few fatty acids laughing your way to great health. Think of it as a weight reduction cum soul-enlarging regimen.
Will it be called chick-lit or dude-lit?
It’s certainly not written by William Shakespeare, Jane Austen or Charles Dickens.
Will I be able to finish it in a single sitting?
As unputdownable as a million dollar note; or a magical menhir.
Will it be breezy, racy, and fun?
It can beat Micheal Schumacher provided there’s a neat tail wind.
Who all will enjoy it?
Anyone with a heart that can laugh and a brain that can think.
How long did you take to write it?
Are you writing more books?
Enough is enough. I am not an enquiry counter.
If you are rude with me, why will I read it?
Rude? If I were rude, I wouldn’t even be talking to dumbos like you.
That does it. I am not going to read it ever.
Suit yourself. Your loss, not mine.
You are so conceited…
Wrong. I can out-compete anyone when it comes to humility.
You think it will be a bestseller?
I’ll be quite surprised if it isn’t.
Who all will enjoy it?
Anyone between nineteen and ninety.
But I am one hundred and ninety-four…
I meant age group; not weight category…