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Pyramid of Virgin Dreams – Book Launch

Pyramid of Virgin Dreams by Vipul Mittra was launched by Mr. Geet Sethi at Crosswords, Ahmedabad. It was an evening to remember with the gathering of who’s who of Ahmedabad. The session had launching by Geet Sethi followed by Book Excerpts reading and question/answer session.

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Book Launch at Crosswords, Satellite, Ahmedabad

Geet Sethi

The most awaited book – Pyramid of Virgin Dreams by Vipul Mittra will be launched today by the world champion Cueist Mr. Geet Sethi.

Geet Sethi has been received Padmashree, Arjuna Award & Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna for his notable contribution to the sports of Billiards & Snooker.

The book launch will be held today at Crosswords, Satellite, Ahmedabad from 5:00 p.m. onwards.

Vipul Mittra on Pyramid of Virgin Dreams

Chandigarh Media Interaction

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Book Excerpt – Chapter 10

He felt quietude enwrap and enrapture him. He felt wasted and content like a post-coital lion. It had never felt this way for him before. Not even during those confused, testosterone-spiked adolescent years, when he had first experienced the euphoric welling up of love. At that time, it was intoxicating but in a hedonistic way. In those pubescent years, he was still searching for himself, eager to please her, not knowing yet who he was. Now as he lay reeling on the floor, he felt empty inside, without anything

 

Delhi Media Interaction

Book Excerpt – Chapter 9

Kartikeya hurried over his daily bathroom rituals. He browsed through the newspaper while seated on the pot, the most secure seat where no one could shake him off. He found a caricature of himself displayed in the newspaper, drawn by a sub-talented, two-bit artist. His recent transfer to Sachivalaya had made him newsworthy. He felt like a puppet that was dangled in front of the toilet-seated public by the colossal hands of the media, to be loudly and freely guffawed at from the top and bottom by the egesting squatters.

Roshni and Chirag were busy quizzing each other as he hurried down the stairs. Roshni, being the elder of the two, had an air of superiority about her, as she strutted, chin tilted up and asking her brother tricky questions in her high-pitched voice. ‘What is the freedom struggle?’ she shot at Chirag. ‘I don’t know,’ shrugged Chirag, indifferently. ‘Silly, it’s about good people fighting bad people,’ she said knowingly, ignoring Chirag’s indifference. Sharpening her pencil, she continued, ‘Like Gandhiji. He was a good person. You see, he never wasted anything. He even took care of his pencil. He did not waste his money buying a new one until his old pencil became this small.’ She gestured with her thumb and a forefinger that almost touched each other. ‘Oh,’ said Chirag. He paused to think and then asked, ‘But then am I a good person or a bad person? Sometimes I don’t take care of my pencils!’

 

Book now available at all major book stores across India

Your most awaited book… “Pyramid of Virgin Dreams” by Vipul Mittra is now available at all major book stores across India… Grab your copy today and experience your story being recounted by Kartikeya….

Book Excerpt – Chapter 8

Kanganpura seemed surprisingly familiar to Kartikeya—almost a smaller Varsa. It was squalid, scourged, poverty-stricken, dusty and earthy. It bustled with bidi-smoking men, defecating urchins and scavenging swines, all intermingling in one amorphous, congenial whole, oozing out on to the sassy alleys and sickly chowks of the place. It had over-worked women lifting water on young and old heads; reeling under perennial scarcity; frazzled under the weight of acutely unavailable drinking water—a burden carried through decades of non-development. People had no work except working for their very survival—eating, gathering fuel-wood, collecting water, cooking, sleeping, defecating, procreating and feuding over street and field boundaries. In such a place, the intrusion of nine semi-urbane, awkward-looking unofficer-like Sahebs who were nobodies in the area, yet received undeserved reverence from the Patwari and the Sarpanch, created quite a stir. Women pulled their veils down some more, men coughed out their bidi-laden spittle with added scepticism and street urchins felt a little embarrassed at being seen defecating in the middle of the street. Uncomfortably, children began hopping, clutching knickers and pyjamas, to move to the edges and fringes. Even scavenging pigs became aggressive at the intrusion. Kartikeya had begun to feel almost guilty for creating such uncalled-for rumbles in that blissfully placid arena.