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The Joker (Part I)

 

Heya Pals,

I am here with my short story which I shall be publishing in 3 parts.

Presenting Part I of The Joker.

P.S. - Do share it with your friends in case you find it interesting and of course do comment.

I was tucking my ocean-blue shirt in the freshly pressed black cotton pants for the third time when Taneja’s signature bike vroom signaled me to hurry down.

“Bye Mummy, going college” I shouted while hurrying out of the house unintentionally banging the door behind.

“Dude you finally shaved”

“Gotta look decent in the interview Taneja”

Minutes later we entered college with the security guard giving his signature salaam accompanied by a radiant smile. I gestured back bowing my head.

Rupam almost jumped down the stairs from the first floor before hopping towards me for a hug.

“Hey Pratyush, good to have you back man”

“Thanks dada. All set for today?”

“Absolutely dude. By the end of the day company will be in my pocket”

“Great buddy! I don’t have such high aspirations. Just a job would be okay for me. Hey since you will own the company, may be you can hire me if I run out of luck today”

Taneja hit us both in the back of head “Stop talking bitches and study”.

“Hey Taneja isn’t that the girl you were staring the other day?” My neck moved in the direction of Rupam’s vision.

Rupam continued “I think she was periodically looking at you”.

After passing a faint smile to the classified-junior, Taneja hit Rupam’s back “What the fuck is wrong with you dude? It’s placement day idiot, Studyyyyyyy”.

Without glancing anywhere else we were glued to our screens.

Within 10 minutes Rupam spoke “Remember the day when…” He stopped abruptly after glancing at Taneja’s I-Will-Kill-You expression but managed some strength for saying “Pratyush has come after such a long time yaar… I am excited”.

“Perform all your homo-phillic rituals after the interview” replied Taneja sternly.

Rupam would not dare cross Taneja’s words and thus flipped through the pdf file.

In an hour the race against time started with the first round of MCQ questions.

“Could the paper be more ruthless?” exclaimed Taneja.

“What kind of an ass sets such a tough paper? I gotta smoke dude” notified Rupam.

After two hours of waiting, the result was announced for ‘who were spending the night in the college premises’.

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Three juries were sitting comfortably on reclining wheel chairs.

I greeted them with “Good morning”.

“Is it still morning” exclaimed one looking at his watch.

“No sir, it’s almost evening now but my father taught me to greet good morning whenever I meet someone for the first time. It has become a habit now irrespective of the position of the sun with respect to us”

The trio exchanged glances while the youngest one said “Please be seated and introduce yourself” with a warm smile.

“Hello I am Pratyush Khurana, born and brought up here in Salt Lake with aspirations to live all across the globe. My project is on development of Android based social messaging application. We are a team of six people and I am designing the weird smileys”

“Great. Pratyush you have managed to keep an excellent track record since the first year. Exact six pointers all the way, except in the last semester. I am curious to know how you managed this”

“Sir it’s a sacred form of art. Staying still on a hypotenuse isn’t a kid’s game”

“Well, then why did you get a seven point three in the last semester?”

 I replied, “Clearly I was tired and my monkey instinct took over, thus the leap” shrugging my shoulder.

I did see a hint of smile on all three interviewers.

Half way through the interview the youngest one exclaimed

“Pratyush you seem to have a decent track record till you entered college. Eighty nine percentile in boards and two zero one rank in JEE.

A joker is not capable of getting ninety percent scholarship. What happened?”

The 1000 beats-per-minute thumping heart was stuck in my parched throat. I looked dumbstruck at the interviewer.

Interviewer continued “I will give you one option. We have ten more students to interview after which we will call you again. You will have One Minute to express why you are suitable for our company. Get out”.

I walked out with my eyes still fixated on the ground and ran six floors above, straight to the roof. The city looked color coded on a black canvas. The calm environment kept the ‘Joker’ buzzer ringing. The last time anyone called me Joker was three years ago.

             —————To Be Continued

Interviewed, again!

Hello pals,

I was recently interviewed by WriterStory for my debut novel All the best, baby.

Lets sneak in:

WS – What inspired you to start writing?

KSS – I had a certain dream to fulfill, so the will to write preceded the inspiration. Thus once I started writing, ideas kept pouring. As the story progressed, the situations and instances around served as the inspiration to continue writing the story until completion.

Further, the rejections from many publication houses inspired me to start my own blog where happiness follows with ‘publishing a post’ . Off late I have also started writing Hindi shayaris.

WS – What did you like to read when you were a boy?

KSS – As a boy I read anything and everything that caught my attention, be it Chacha Chaudhary, Tintin, Obelix, Huckleberry Finn and what not. However my real attraction towards literature was sought upon by one great person – Premchand. I was always mesmerized while reading his stories and novels as everything he wrote not only had exceptional emotional sense but also every instance seemed to pop out live.

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To read the full interview Click here

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Thank you for all the love and support.

Book Review: All the best baby

My book’s first overseas review

Vishal Bheeroo

Book Review: all the best, baby

Author: Karan Singh Surana

Rating: Two and a half stars

“It’s better to kill the misunderstanding before the misunderstanding kills the relationships.”

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Introduction:

There has been countless tales of campus romance on the Indian market during the past decade since Chetan Bhagat’s Five Point Someone..has changed the way we look at literature or Hinglish for that matter. There are a bevy of authors spurning the tale of love, romance and break up. What makes the authors tick is the connection they make with the audience who identify with the journey, characters, emotions and the entire premise. I believe that romance in college is here to stay and what makes the journey worthwhile is how you narrate your story. When Karan Singh Surana contacted me for the review of ‘all the Best baby’, I willfully agreed since it’s my favorite genre. All The Best…

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Karan Singh Surana the author of All the best Baby

My first non-job related interview. Thank you Sharmishtha 🙂

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SB: Tell us about yourself.
KSS: I am a research fellow by profession with a post-graduation degree in engineering. Having lived my entire life in Kolkata with roots in Rajasthan I am a present dweller of NCR, India. I am a firm believer in the Almighty and have an aspiration to explore the Universe from close proximity someday… Recently I have entered the literary field by publishing a semi-fictional novel called All the best, Baby (https://www.facebook.com/kssbaby) with Half Baked Beans publishing house (https://www.facebook.com/Half8akedBeans).

SB: A little about your book.
KSS: My book falls under the genre ‘Romance’ but it entails lot more than just a romantic tale, like friendship, corruption, caste differences in society and faith. The trailer is available at youtube which might give a better overview about the book.
Trailer link – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEbMMJyp01Q

SB: What made you a writer and what inspired this book?
KSS: While pursuing my…

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The 30th Birthday

I was 18 years old. I had envisioned a perfectly smooth and fun-filled life for myself. I was pursuing B.Tech, had a girlfriend to live for, had friends who would support me in every endeavor and a family to feel of. My dreams were as simple as imagined.

  • Successfully complete B.Tech with grades above 7.5.
  • Get a corporate job before leaving college and pursue it steadily for 2 – 3 years.
  • Meanwhile convince parents for marriage with the one I Love.
  • Get married to my Love by the age of 24.
  • Leave job by 25 – 26 years of age, build up my own business.
  • Enjoy a romantic and exciting life with my wife.
  • Set up the income source perfectly along with family and buy a Honda Civic.
  • Have a kid by 29 – 30 years of age.

These were my plans for the next 12 years.

Today is my 30th birthday.   I am sitting in a rented apartment, 1500kms away from home, in a suit holding a glass of wine and staring at this old torn and taped piece of paper. My then girlfriend is long-lost, probably married (so is my last girlfriend). I am still single, doing a job, living a questionable life away from family.

Even though I say ‘I don’t wanna get married’, but I do. I wanted to get married by the age of 24 and live a happy, healthy life with my love. My dreams encircled the single-most powerful variable – LOVE.