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Kripya order karein!
Kripya order karein!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Dilli ki gulliyon mein Tuki

Well, not so much Dilli ki gulliyan as a bookstore in a mall but you know what I mean. Toh, meherbaanz and kadardaanz, I will be celebrating my birthday working really, really hard. Launching books, talking with this lady here, and so on. Khair, please do come if you happen to be around.

I am also reading from Tuki's Grand Salon Chase at this other event hosted by the Delhi Book Lovers Club on the same day! Busy, busy.  This one's in Nehru Place. Drop by?

Thursday, January 23, 2014

The chai-biskut launch

We are hosting a small event for the launch of Tuki's Grand Salon Chase this Saturday. On the menu: chai, biskut, gup-shup, a reading by my dear friend and all-around amazing woman Kiran Manral and hanging out with friends. No celebrities, no champagne, no life-changing phenomenon. Come, say hello if you are in Bombay. You know I'd love to see you!

And if you still haven't read the book, here is your chance to win a copy

Sunday, December 8, 2013

It doesn't get old

I got my author copies for Tuki's Grand Salon Chase! I am glad to report that I am not a jaded, oh-yawn-what's-in-the-mail writer yet. Once I got the news that the books had been dispatched, I contemplated taking leave from work and waiting for them full-time. Alas, my office is not as flexible as that. As a result, when the books finally did arrive, I was at work. Appa and Amma mailed me - books here, come soon, in the manner of telegrams of yore. While I would have liked to fly on the wings of a cloud or whatever else is the preferred mode of transportation of poets these days, I had to wait.
I walked inside and there it was, a brown box of the sort that comes home every other day, bearing books, except this time, they were mine.
Padma said she would help me open the box and brought out a chef's knife to rip open the tape. I could have suggested using a paper cutter but then I learnt not to argue with Padma a long time ago.
There they sat, ten copies of my book, nestled together like twins. Well, five sets of twins.
I took them out and oh, the joy. For that moment alone, the months of self-doubt and self-flagellation are worth it.
I've given a few away already but the rest, they sit there in a pretty pile on a table in the living room.
Soon, it will be out there. Readers may like it, may find it average, may trample it. But for just a few days, this book is mine and mine alone.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

The 'Pre-order Tuki and Win' Contest

Contest nahin kiya toh kya kiya?

Click here for more details! And you should, because I promise it's rather cool.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

More on Tuki

Happy Diwali, junta! Hope it was good. Mine was spent in Delhi - which is another word for food that makes your heart sing. I pigged out to the extent that a loyalty card at Haldiram's was being actively considered. Fairy lights everywhere, the promise of winter in the air, the smells of aloo-tikkis frying - oye hoy, oye hoy and so on, ji.

Khair, I am back in Mumbai now and am faced with the rather uphill task of promoting a book while not getting fired from a full-time job and also, keeping the kids clothed and fed. I feel rather bad for Tuki because she has been somewhat ignored in the muddle that is my life these days. The book is going to be in stores in just a couple of weeks.

But but but....I am making a valiant attempt at it starting today. In fact, I spent the first half today being a complete pain in the ass on Facebook, demanding people like the book's page etc.

On the verge of being banned from Facebook for pesky, pesty behaviour, I've now returned to my old stomping grounds - the blog.

Before anything else, presenting, the author photo. Yes, this time, we are being given a picture on the book jacket which basically places all blame on this woman, right here. Behold.

M took this picture. I fretted about the fat and the hair and tried to hide the tears in the sofa with those awkwardly placed cushions (true story) but overall, I think he did a slap-up job.

That brings us to the content. A sample of the book is available on Google Books. You can read it by clicking here. It would be nice if you could drop me a line and let me know what you think of it. 

And oh, if you are on Facebook, and of course, do like Tuki here -

Not too long to go now. Hold my hand!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Dawa aur dua

My tryst with dangerous sounding illnesses continues. Recently, I got more than a little friendly with a mosquito, resulting in dengue.

For the last time, how do you pronounce this? Deng-oo? Deng-ee? Dr Dang?

The platelets decided to go for a merry walk and I had to go to Lilavati Hospital to look for them. This was my fourth hospitalization since 2007. I am practically on first name, back-slapping terms with the staff now.

Aur bhai, sister, sab theek-thaak?

Haan ji, sab theek hi hai, bas woh saat number wallah patient off ho gaya. 

Oh, gulp.

My veins are ultra-thin and the nurses have great difficulty in locating them while trying to draw blood/putting in a cannula/other joyful things. This results in much yowling on my part.

Thathurts, thathurts, thathurts. 

Arrey, what to do, your veins are very thin. 

Why me, why me?

What do you mean? In some cases we can't find the vein only.

Toh phir kya artery mein lagate hain?

Well-wishers were going around wishing me well. At one point, M looked up from the phone and informed me that my mother had asked me to start consuming goat milk to improve my platelet count. I thought my fever had gone up again and I was hearing things. Anyway, turned out, not so much. I politely declined, though I have a feeling she is hunting down a willing goat to part with her milk.

The platelets got worried after the goat milk suggestion and decided to come back. I too am back home now.

I informed Aneela that I had been suffering from very high fever. She dedicated this piece to me

Pyaar aur dengue kiya nahin jaata, ho jaata hai. Truck par likhne se pehle, please know that  copyrights are reserved.


Saturday, September 14, 2013

Wake me up when November comes

In a tribute to the start-with-the-obvious school of writing, I haven't been around here of late. Working full days and trying to be a good mum who doesn't snap at her kids when they ask her to do complicated craft projects in the evenings is taking up all my energy. To my credit though, I still haven't taken to smoking in the bathroom.

I do come close, though, on some days.
I received the final cover of my next book yesterday and after putting it up on Facebook and making it my profile photo on every possible networking thingummy including the inexplicable Google+, there was something missing. Ah, but I haven't shoved it down my blog readers' collective throat, I finally realized. What blog readers, I asked myself. Woh bhi hai, bichdde sabhi baari baari and so on. Then I remembered this and this.

The thing is - I started Project Pulitzer a few days ago. In the 7.5 minutes of free time that I have each day, I am trying to go through all the books that have been awarded Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Now since this thing started in 1918 or thereabouts, I have my work cut out for me. Another direct consequence this has had is on my self-esteem. There may be some people in this world who read a great book and are inspired to churn out epic work themselves. Me, uh, not so much.
So, my ever-enduring self-doubt aside, here we are, my Constant Reader. Tuki's Grand Salon Chase comes out in November and if you do come across the book, smile and send a blessing my way. Better still, buy the book.

Tuki’s Grand Salon Chase

For most hairstylists, the move from the dingy Lovely Beauty Parlour to the upmarket Nancy’s Factory would be reward enough. Gifted, young Tuki though has her sights set on a bigger prize – her own salon! Her well-laid plans start going awry as soon as the striking tattooist Faraaz joins Nancy’s Factory. Tuki needs to handle Faraaz’s advances, figure out the mystery behind the disappearance of the elderly, eccentric, brilliant writer Bijoy Dutta and rescue the multilayered Sweety Bhabhi from destitution. 

Finding herself at the heart of one storm too many, Tuki decides to run away from the leafy lanes of Bandra to the old-world Portugese villas of Goa. In the comforting embrace of the village Aldona, she finds herself struggling with her rather untimely attraction to her enigmatic neighbour, the charming Arvind and sharing house with Bijoy, haunted as he is by the ghosts of his past. 
Armed with nothing but a pair of scissors and the jigsaw pieces of her broken dream, Tuki has to navigate through Mumbai, Goa and London to find out if the universe is conspiring to make her or break her. 

Tuki’s Grand Salon Chase is her heartwarming tale of finding love and hope in the unlikeliest of places.