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Here’s a short story I wrote a few years ago called Cairo.
Here’s what the story is all about:
There are some questions that even a private detective cannot answer. Why doesn’t my wife talk to me? Why does she spend all her time following the Arab Spring on the Internet? And did she leave me only three days after the wedding?
Kabir — Lucknow’s most successful sleuth — is grappling with all of these questions, when a client asks him to track down a missing cat called Luna. When Kabir sets out in the cat’s pursuit, he hits upon a startling revelation about life and love.
You can read the story on Smashwords or via the pdf below.
My book Antisocial was translated into French by Asphalte Editions.
I don’t speak the language — so I am not entirely sure these are positive reviews. But I’ll take the word of my talented editor. She assured me that these reviews are cause for happiness.
Le Monde des livres
“So this thriller is, in part, a comment on a world where privacy and anonymity are always fading. But overemphasising that aspect of the story might mean treating Clarkson as a cipher and ignoring his very particular qualities. He quotes the Buddha often (not just when he wants to torture listeners) and wears T-shirts advertising his beliefs, but we can tell from the start that something is off, that a time-bomb is ticking away. He reminded me a little of the protagonist of Bret Easton Ellis’s American Psycho — a bonafide psychopath or someone with a rich inner life using fantasy to cope with the moral decay around him. Notwithstanding his name, he also has some of the markers of a modern-day Karna, the Mahabharata anti-hero, who is mentioned in the book: full of anger because of his inability to belong, lashing out at the world while simultaneously trying to fit into it, using skill with weaponry to carve out a place for himself.
This is a suspenseful narrative, its urgency growing as Clarkson’s potential victims — including the one person who is genuinely sympathetic to him, a girlfriend named Michelle — drift in and out of view, and as his encounters with a sceptical detective become edgier. The prose is somewhat clunky in places (“I stepped on the staircase. It had been lying undisturbed. Now, it resented being woken up. It creaked and complained with a long, drawn-out sound”), but I couldn’t always tell if this was a shortcoming or a way of conveying Clarkson’s solemn awkwardness — whichever the case, the voice does fit the character.”
I don’t use the word “hate” lightly. But I hate open offices. They suck.
A more nuanced and reasoned argument can be found in an article I wrote for Mint.
I hope you enjoy it.
My new novel Antisocial published by Harper Black will be out in December. It is already available in e-book format on Amazon.
The book’s about an Indian marketing professional who exploits the privacy loopholes on the world’s largest social network to commit a series of crimes in New York.
Here’s the blurb:
It is a cool summer evening in New York and Arjun Clarkson, a bright young ad agency executive, is having a drink with his ex-colleague, Emily Hayes. For years, Arjun has suffered due to his miserable childhood in an Indian orphanage, his low-caste birth and the pointed cruelty of an abusive foster mother. Unaware of his past, Emily triggers a disturbing memory and Arjun ends up killing her.
Arjun comes up with a clever plan to escape the police. He begins to exploit the loopholes of the virtual world to wreak vengeance on people who have injured him – or are plain strangers. Soon, he unleashes a chain of events that change the people of New York and the world of social networking forever. A compulsive page-turner, Antisocial will make you pause before your next check-in, like or share.
Here’s the cover. It’s an excellent cover. I hope you judge the book by it.
Kong is the most ingenious puppy toy maker in the world. Their toys are astounding for two reasons:
1. They are amazingly simple
2. They are universal in their use.
Most inventions nowadays are super specialized. There are machines that can be used to cut vegetables into ribbons for salads. Aerators that do something to wine. Grills that make George Foreman a rich man.
Whatever happened to the art of making simpler devices like the wheel? You can put it in a car. You can use it to spin yarn. A child can hit it with a stick and take pleasure in the simple joy of watching it go round and round.
It is a simple device that has a number of uses. So does the Kong.
The Kong toy can be filled with kibble, peanut butter, bananas and yogurt — a dish that can keep your puppy occupied for hours at an end. Because it is made of rubber, and has a unique conical shape, it also bounces in unpredictable ways upon hitting the ground. This can make the puppy break, reverse and change direction time and again, making the Kong the most perfect fetch toy in the world.
We have another Kong toy that our dog Sadie has played with for six months. In classic Kong tradition, this toy has another use — in this case, a hidden squeak. Sadie has strong teeth. Neighboring blacksmiths frequently call upon her to shape iron. It is incredible that she hadn’t discovered this squeak till today. And it was charming to see her reaction when she heard this unexpected sound emanating from her favorite toy.