The Untitled Book!

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Oh my god! Now that you have started reading this, let me pray for you. May your soul rest in piece or rather pieces? I don’t say this torture, this is the ultimate torture on the same lines when Himesh Reshamaiya is on screen, thinking of the so called HE-MESS freaks me out. My apologies with all the pun intended. You need to be a pervert to actually understand most of what is written.

Never mind, but if you think you can insult my work, please BACK OFF! These are shots of tequila, which are a contribution of all my friends. To experience this I had to witness a scene of the Indian parliament, where I was the speaker and my dear friends wanted to contribute to the making of this book, with whatever crap they had in mind(Off course not the literal crap, please stop thinking crap!). Trust me all of them were as bad as our Himesh Bhai’s movie.

As I am a pathetically bad writer, I decided to go for all what they had to offer, and at least make it a GOOD- bad book. Even if this sold through the kabadiwalas, you can still make use of it, by tearing the pages and squeezing out the oil from your samosa. Yummy the word itself makes me feel hungry. And for god sake don’t buy the pirated version of the book that too from the kabadiwalas, thinking it’ll be cheap. Anyways we are Indians and we all the rights to be cheap, otherwise the Chinese would be out of business.

I told you Himesh bhai freaks me out, and am deviating from my very middle class book.

Now getting back to the topic, do you know what is, front foot and back foot? I know this is a cricket crazy nation and so I assume you know, in case you don’t let me explain. Front foot is, when you step front to face life without any fear and follow your heart without worrying about the outcome. Back foot is just the opposite. So now we have three categories of people in India, the poor, the rich and the GREAT INDIAN MIDDLE CLASS. Between two extremes we a have very evident category the middle class, this category is just like veerapan’s moustache (you cannot miss it!). So the rich and the poor, both face life on the front foot, but the aim of our middle class is

ADJUST!!

Totally true, you will shamelessly not deny it also. The parents of the middle class family will work hard all their life, make sacrifices, and then educate their children so that they have a better life style, they want their son/daughter to be married off to the girl/boy they choose, but if by any chance the child chooses his/her own life partner you will see some very emotional scenes directly from the daily soaps of our countries drama creator, one and only one Ekta Kapoor. Okay now that I have touched this topic, my humble request to all the mummies, please do not watch all this, instead watch Himesh Bhai’s movies. The middle class life is just like the architects blueprint, everything is pre planned. All it needs is just execution, strange but true! So then this story is about a guy who was born in a middle class family and how his life changed as he grew up.

Name- Eklavya

Not yet born, premarital sex isn’t still legal in India, I mean the story hasn’t started yet, so his name is a starter for the introduction of his family, now I cannot have a Rajnikanth introduction for him so you’ll have to do with this. Eklavya was the born to Rajkumar and sunanada. He was born in the year 1990, 2 years after his parents were married, don’t know what took them so long!!! His father was an accountant in an Aluminium factory in Kanodia, Uttar Pradesh. A well educated man who had done his M.Com in Accounts, he was intelligent and hardworking. Now this guy was the black sheep of the family, because he was educated and he most importantly he was doing a job. But these are no reasons to be a black sheep, but when one is born in a marwari family, you definitely the black sheep, after all we all know that Marwari’s are famous for their business and kanjoosi (stinginess). 

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