The Bangalore Literature Festival happened last weekend and we were drawn to it for one reason only, they started representing Science Fiction. But this post is not about that, its about plain and simple Dudism.
Went to the festival on the second day with 10 copies of Tharoor’s new book, there was a huge rush on the steps to the book shed. Met an author friend of mine Domnic Franks (You should seriously check out his book Nautanki Diaries – we have signed copies at the store). He had a lady friend in tow, asked them if they were game for standing in queue and help me get the books inscribed.
They were game.
Got into the anaconda (like Nicki Minaj’s Anaconda) sized queue to get to Tharoor. The wait was long (over an hour), some interesting conversation, and sneaky sliding up the anaconda queue, we got to a distance of seeing the man, there was an announcement that only one book could get signed (shit), among the three of us we got 3 books signed and only other incident worth mention is dude shook lady friend’s hand.
Waited for the queue to thin and hit ST for another round of signing, 3 more books.
One of the ladies behind us bought 2 copies and my friend Dom bought another.
Five signed, 3 sold and 5 unsigned.
Lady friend wanted to go to another place where dude was to be at, sure I will come with books to sign.
The second deal was something like a call for green suggestions for the Congress Manifesto.
Saw a lot of familiar faces present, few got good responses, maybe nothing happens, but the fact that the dude was there for this gives some hope.
Conversations overheard about fantasies with dude…
I want to be his wife.
I can totally take care of his kids.
I will not fuck him (eww, too old).
I really dig his brains.
ST would never come out in a me too list, he would be a gentleman, he would treat women like ladies, women would want to throw themselves on him, not like a Delhi’ite dude – UH, lets get a beer and then I rape you. (shit this one was harsh).
End of the presentation, managed to get 2 more books signed, 2 not signed.
Noticed another thing both when ST was walking into and out of the venue there was a mad rush to take selfies with him and at least one person being man handled because of the mad rush along with raised voices.
Dude did not have an entourage, had a few bouncer like dudes with him.
Went to a fancy restaurant with some folks from the fest got to taste some heavenly creme brulee, which some of our table mates returned as it was too eggy (who the fuck is sophisticated to know what custard with a burnt top is supposed to taste like?).
The book is an excellent exposure of the paradoxical (hypocrite) feku, I am going to sell the shit out of this book, if you ever get a chance to see the book, just check out the index.
Today while having coffee I sold a copy to a fence sitting chaddi and hope to sell many more.
FYI, we have 2 signed copies left, first come, first serve, no reservations or posting, store pick up only.
Goobes 