Honestly, I have no frigging idea what to write here. I mean, this story ain’t because of some heart to heart talk with my Dad or my mom for that matter.
Talking about sex...Not an option. Doing it...Always welcome.
Research shows that a man thinks about sex once every seven seconds, and talk about women, they are more frequent. Neha Dhupia once claimed, “Only Sex and Shahrukh sells”. But I am not some research analyst and I have no connection whatsoever with Neha Dhupia, so she ain’t getting a thanks either.
So whom should I thank?
Azeem, may be, for the courage he showed to even think about publishing this. He had doubts. Apprehensions. But the fact that I am writing this acknowledgment section, it’s getting done. Had I been in his boots I would have backed out... taken a U-turn and ran for life... but he didn’t. He wanted to but he didn’t. Thank God he didn’t.
My brother pinged me.
“Hi.” I pinged back.
“Kya kar rahe ho?”
“Read the excerpts. Seems different, huh.”
“Is that good?”
“I don’t know but I will read it,” he wrote.
“Finally you will read my book.”
“I told papa not to buy it.”
“Listen I gotta go. Bye.”
My parents called...
“What is this?”
“What is what?” Confused, I was.
“What book?” No respite, still.
“The third book!”
“You read it?”
“Don’t you think it is...”
“We won’t read it.”
And the phone was disconnected.
When I met Sweetu Bengali.
“Did you read the sample chapters I have put up on my FB page Thirty Year Old Virgin?” I was curious.
“Yes.” Short and simple.
“And...” She started laughing and I could still hear her laughing even when I hung up.
Also, I would like to mention names of Mohit Naryani for being a friendly editor, Smita for being an exceptional friend, Orriya Machhi for being an extraordinary ____ and the whole team of General Press.
I may not know you. You might not know me. But if you get to read the book and would want to castigate me for not liking the concept, I am available at; firstname.lastname@example.org I will understand, or on FB page Thirty Year Old Virgin.