I read Tarun Tejpals second book The Story of My Assassins recently and it was fantastic in a refreshingly Indian way! He shows you the dirty viscera of India, not the lovely shiny bindi walla face and sari-draped, yet sexy midriff. This is India Uncut, raw and brutal. This is the India that middle-class Sam has blocked out of cognition all his life...If you are reading this, you probably blocked it out too. So go out there and buy this fantastic book.
I cant express how much I hate shitty excuses for authors like Shobha De and Arundhati Roy. F$#king shitall, soft porn writers is all they really are. So you took freaking 7.4 pages to describe some womans breast, that doesnt make you a great writer, it just makes you an inefficient one.
Also Arundhati Roy should be taken out and shot twice, at least, once for being a shitty author, and twice for being a priority-less dumbf#$k activist who doesnt know her ass from her elbow.
As a student of economics, my belief is that resources should go to where they will give the maximum return. As an idiot, Ms Roys belief is that effort should be expended to make some publicly poor people happy. Irrespective of how many other people will stay hungry/poor/waterless as a result of her activism. As you can see, she is stupid and should be shot, at least twice.
Weekend coming up, with a football match lined up. I hope we win. I will dedicate the victory to the defeat of idiots like A. Roy and Shobha De, and the rise of brilliant and authentic Indian authors like Tarun Tejpal and Ashok Banker.
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