Not a rupee more, Not a rupee less.

A friend of mine told me "The books are too costly of some XYZ publication house."  I on the other hand asked him, "what is a fair price?".

He aptly replied "100 Rupees"

From this I understood somehow the content, blurb, pages or story. None of this matters. This brought me to my  dilemma, a hundred rupee one.  You ask people, what is the motivating  factor for you to buy a book and they always come up with a answer "#Price"

I am not sure how to change that perception that people can spend thousand bucks on a movie but can't do the same for a book. It is like we can read crap, if it is priced less.

So, a writer like me, who spends days trying to write a story that will create history and some money (*sigh*), is dumbfounded when they get to know, people might never buy their books simply because they are costly.

Then  what is left for me, write 5 books in 3 years, publish them with a pathetic publication house and read tons of grammatical mistakes, as me and him both didn't want to spend extra bucks, just to end up having badly written #books. I am having none of that.

I can't do it. Not because I am above it, but i will make no money in that too. We are the people who are trying to make a living but no one supports us. Spend thousands on entrance exams' books, guides, textbooks. When it comes to novel "#Mehanga Hai".

Is good writing that cheap? As I write this post, I feel it is. We will want to spend less money on novels, than for any other entertainment form. It is a culture thing. Novels are cool as long as they are in a budget.

I wish it was a story, a story so compelling that you had to buy a book. I know a few people who bought Harry Potter on the very first day. They are the rare community. :(

I am not against the 100 Rupee concept but it has commercialised the way we treat writing books. It is no longer a profession  of elite but of bored kids, who had a story.

I wish people were more interested in the release of "And the mountains echoed and Inferno" than they are for "yeh Jawani hai deewani".

My eSSel WORLD...

I am sorry for the delay for this blog. I know it had been quite sometime that I promised both of you that I will write it. I know, I know I am lazy dum.. you love me nonetheless.

To start off the essel journey, I was not sure whether i even wanted to be here. i could have been in delhi job searching and enjoying with you know who (wink) but life had other plans for me indeed.

The first day was okay, i didn't know what to think of it and Nan (yes, I am giving you a new name) was puking her guts out. I didn't see you that day or even for two months at least not with the same perception.

Deps on the other hand was a different ball game. I knew her from our placement and we quickly become the love to hate and hate to love friends. We never had any agreement on anything..

There is no day in my life that goes without thinking how much crazy ass fun with had and that those were the "Days"

Well, back to the journey, we were total of six people and no work in a place where there was a availability of bed. It had to be more than job. I felt like it was a 6 month course in fun, frolic and mind blowing stupidities.  We played games (yes, we are 22 year old's and play games.. that how crazy we are.) Nans and Deps we become closely knit together as the days of departure come.

From Nan's tension to Deps's antics, I don't know what I miss more. The way she said "we will miss you Sir to a senior or calling another senior as Ramu (kaka). It had been a plethora of  some very bad pjs and some very good ones. The special mention to matt and glossy black. Of course the chidiya.. I am not bird watching with you people anymore.

The KPO's to the excel sheets with formula's. to Visio to paint. We had done it all. The coffee runs to the Vada Pav wala.. It seems so placid and every day but it was the fun with we had when we there. i don't think any of us thought that we will find friends. there would only be colleagues. I know now that it was not such the case.

There are things I want to mention here and I don't know how.. It makes to want to go back in time and enjoy all those moments again. I would love to go Man Singh again and get my picture clicked as I was the only one left out of it or the pictures we clicked at every turn. 

You people have made it special in every way. Not to sound too goey.. I miss you. i miss the fun and most of all I miss the time we all were together. 

XOXO

Awesome ;)

DUBBED OR nOT?

I am stumped to say the least. Why? Because i got a decal for my laptop which cost me a considerable amount of money and what I actually got was a sticker which I could have gone without.

It was intricate and everything but do I really want to spend 1k on a sticker that may not even last 1 month. This has made me reconsider all my past shoppings  which I have done online. Do you really buy that even kids can online shop and adults are just afraid of it. I mean I am a borderline adult who was not dupped but was withheld information.

When I read decal I though a second skin to my laptop not a sticker. Yes I WILL NEVER EVER CALL IT DECAL. For me it will always remain a sticker. This takes me back to shoe shopping and I ordered a converse pair which was a size too big (There reply, there is a size difference between USA and India, so can you mention that on the site, rather then telling me later.) What I am supposed to then, return, wait for another ten days and the special occasion I ordered them for, has zoomed past.

This two cases are not very dissimmilar. We see something online and we figure, we have an netbanking/credit card/ debit card. Let's order it. The ramification of this is, Until you know what you want specifically and the size (take all the names of the God, you know, as there is a 1% chance that it would be the right fit) you want. It may end up as a bad shopping choice.

Apart from the delivery woes and changes you have to sometimes go through. The balance that you could have spent on your parents/bf/gf/friend, is spent on them, telling that you got the wrong order/size/make.

What is the choice you are left with, buy overprised things from outside because a picture can lie for thousand words or leave shopping for once and for all.

I might just stick to buying online books. They can't give me wrong size books. I hope.