Read this article by William Dalrymple in the Guardian. And then please write killer books, win the Booker and prove him wrong. And hurry. I promise to buy you coffee or something afterwards. Also, Nadeem Aslam is Pakistani, yes.
Scene: The Jabberwock’s bedroom. Midnight. Satin sheets, soft music etc Jabberwock (amorously): Hey. Want to see my caduceus? Sultry siren: Not tonight, darling. I’m feeling a tad atrabilious.
We dont care about you any more. We have the Compulsive Confessor now.
are you getting some action? ask-raps Sagnik Nandy
So, if you were watching NDTV at about 955 last evening, you would have seen: -An introduction to a piece about new-age astrologers with laptops -immediately followed, surprise, by the blogging story, which consisted of – – lots of cutaways of my room, my posters and my books – two incoherent quotes from me (taken … Continue reading
Appeared in Outlook’s new city magazine, City Limits, available today: Once upon a time in the not so distant future, there lives a man named Arkesh ‘Jazzy’ Arora. Arkesh is a prince of the city of djinns. He owns a large water-power-food conglomerate, several suburban shopping malls, two riverbed-side five-star hotels, four thriving slums and … Continue reading
I am, even as I blog, being photographed by an NDTV team. This is truly bizarre. I cant move my head, or look at the keyboard. I think Im doing pretty good.
On critics and opinions. Link via bookslut
at Worldcon
So, I come back home to find Stoob watching TNA wrestling in Hindi. A truly horrible concept, youd think, but I started watching too, and it was doubly hilarious. Hopegully in time theyll find Hindi names for all the moves…and for all the wrestlers. I would love to see, for example, what “the showstopper, the … Continue reading