About the Book
Manav is a 25 year old flamboyant guy who works with a BPO. He is selfish and finds himself full of overconfidence. He has a girlfriend but, like most of the young guys, he thinks of being the next Casanova. He has no goals, no dreams and no confines but, all of a sudden, everything changes when a girl named Nikita enters his life through a weird bet — a bet with his friend Rajesh that changes three lives completely. Fun-filled romance and flirting becomes a matter of life and death. A hurricane of emotions and feelings destroys everything and leaves Manav wondering about the meaning of love, living and liabilities.
• What happens when Nikita enters the love life of Manav?
• Why do Rajesh and Manav enter a bet which changes their lives?
• What was the bet all about?
• Who does Manav choose…Nikita or Sambhavi? Or does he get the chance to choose?
• What is the end of this love story…or does it end at all?
Days, Weeks, Months, Years, Decades and Centuries; nobody knows how old the phenomenon of love truly is. We keep on hearing, watching and feeling different love stories but do we ever get bored? The answer is ‘No’ because every love story has something different to offer. The story which you are about to read is not only a love story but it also has humour, hate, betrayal and self-realization. The story will tickle you and will make you laugh. It will make you think hard about the small things going on around us. It will make you cry and it will also make you to smile with tears in your eyes. At times you will be furious at the main character and at times you will love him. It is not a very complicated story but a very common story of a common boy. Once you have read it, you will realize that this story is that of one of your friends or your relative’s or even yours.
About the Author
A 2008 graduate in Zoology Honours and holding a diploma in Hardware Engineering, Chandan Sharma started his career as a technical specialist and has worked for companies like IBM and DELL. While working with the IT giants he continued to pursue his passion for writing as a freelance writer. He has written for many local magazines and has also participated in programmes of ‘Akashwani Patna.’ He has been an active freelance writer and has helped a few companies to develop their content.
He has an instinct for observing different things going on around him and hence the art of writing comes naturally to him.
This is his first novel and is inspired by people working in different MNCs and BPOs. It has a very close and tentative look towards the life of a common out-station boy working in a so-called IT company.
You can contact him here: Chandan-Sharma@live.com and website www.chandansharma.org
A few extracts:
Every day, following the same routine for almost whole life, is not easy. If you are the one who goes to office on an empty-stomach and utilizes the sutta-zone (cigarette smoking area) to burn away at least a packet of cigarettes then you should be proud of yourself. You are not only helping India by inviting death to take you away and reduce the population but also you are giving jobs to many people. Thank you for being concerned about your nation and please accept my condolences in advance on your pre-mature probable death. I will meet you guys in heaven as I have started to do this social work lately.
If you are an out-station candidate, living single and cooking your own food, then you are the one who is a renewable source of workforce for all so-called MNCs and BPOs…And guess what? I am your co-worker. I am out-stationed in New Delhi, living single, and I cook my own food (if you consider tea and Maggi noodles as food then yes, I do).
Surprised to know it? Ya, I know the question before you is “how on the earth could an MNC employee write a story?” Not that the MNC employees are not talented but, when the hell do you get the time for it? You go to office and after life-sucking 12-14 hours you return home. You look at your kitchen where the utensils have become a breeding ground for fungus. Suddenly you decide that today is the chosen day to wash all of the poor utensils. But before you can commence upon it, you find yourself on the bed dreaming about your one and only fantasy…Holidays.
So, thinking that an employee has written a story in such a tight schedule definitely increases anxiety levels. Let me clarify — neither am I an insomniac nor was it a sudden rise in adrenaline which made me a superhuman like Spiderman. And, do not even think that I got leave from my office; I had to resign from my job, dude. Yes and that’s true. I turned in my resignation to write a story…the story of an incident which changed my life.
Well, if you think this story contains all the cribbing and bitching about the MNCs then I must say that you are partially correct. Why partially? The story will let you know.
I am not sure if my parents did anything wrong in my upbringing but, yes, they let me watch many movies. I grew up watching movies of flamboyant Saif Ali Khan who wished to flirt with all the girls on the world map and Akshay Kumar who used to dream about getting married to the richest girl ever born in near about all of his comedy movies. Any guesses about my character build up?
I used to call myself a playboy until I heard the song Pee loon from the movie Once Upon A Time in Mumbai. I stopped calling myself a playboy after that…I became P-lay boy (not the colour). Here, drinking does not mean alcohol…it means nectar…the G-nectar. I believed every girl has that, only the tastes are different. The best part is that you can drink it even with your eyes…straw is not required every time. And a P-lay boy was destined to taste all of them. I was a boy who was working in an awkward BPO. I had no dreams, no goals, no future and no humanity, but time changes…and it changed.