LOVE,LOGIC AND THE GOD'S ALGORITHM

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AUTUMN IN MY HEART FEATURED IN TIMES OF INDIA-CALCUTTA TIMES

'MEET THE AUTHOR' PROGRAM ORGANISED BY TIMES OF INDIA AT KOLKATA BOOK FAIR 2012

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SPECIAL MOMENTS OF 'MEET THE AUTHOR' PROGRAM ORGANISED BY TIMES OF INDIA AT KOLKATA BOOK FAIR 2012 ON THE RELEASE OF MY NOVEL 'AUTUMN IN MY HEART'

- A BIG THANKS TO ALL FOR COMING AND MAKING THE EVENT COME TRUE !

TIMES OF INDIA REVIEWS 'AUTUMN IN MY HEART'

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http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/life-style/books/Autumn-winds-add-colour-to-every-love-story/articleshow/11649885.cms

KOLKATA BOOK FAIR on 29th Jan - TIMES GROUP STALL (3-6 PM)

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DEAR FRIENDS,
Hope to meet you all at the KOLKATA BOOK FAIR on 29th Jan - TIMES GROUP STALL (3-6 PM) , Kindly do circulate among your friends and relatives

INVITING ALL TO KOLKATA BOOK FAIR

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INVITING ALL TO KOLKATA BOOK FAIR- TIMES GROUP STALL ( HALL 1- STALL 5) ON 29 JAN 2012

AUTUMN IN MY HEART- AT BOOKSTORES & MAGS

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 18:46:00 +0000

PROLOGUE

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 18:44:00 +0000

PROLOGUE:

The eerie darkness of the murky night got disturbed by the howling of the lone dog.

It was slowly drizzling outside. Mishra Ji’s restless sleep got disturbed with the pitiful cry and he sprang up. Despite of the unrelenting cold, he kept profusely sweating .Looking outside, he shivered as the thunder stuck the barren land adjacent to his shanty. Tiny drops of rain clinched to the glass window as he slowly came down from his bed. He searched for his glass of water kept beside his bed and gulped at once. The whole house seemed fast asleep, untouched with the tumult happening outside and inside Sashodhar mishra’s feeble heart. He opened the window a bit to feel the gushing wind on his face.Dark,rigid lines appeared on his forehead as he feebly repeated the single sentence ,bringing chill down his spine.

‘Give me your daughter or return the money!’

‘gggivee mmeee your daughter or return the money in a month! Or else….’

He blankly stared at the ravine gushing with the rain water. The edgy thoughts came creeping each and every moment into his mind. He felt time was passing by. But there was not much in his hand. Eight lakhs and that too in just a month!!! It was impossible for him…Mishra Ji’s business was running into troubled waters and he barely managed his family.

Suddenly a streak of lightning struck on the barren paddy field and Mishra Ji dropped the glass from his hand. The steel utensil made a cracking sound before coming to a standstill. He started trembling and immediately closed the window. A few seconds after, Mishra Ji fugitively slide the window covers to have a glance at the ravine. He looked for a moment but no one was there. Sashodhar Mishra cursed himself for his foolishness and felt relieved. And just then! he realized that the shadow he had seen crossing the ravine was now entering his compound!

Mishra Ji trembled and ran towards the drawing room .He fearfully checked if his wife or daughter was awake but no one could be seen. A bit relieved, he opened the door .The shadowy figure slowly removed the blanket and a mid-aged man emerged. In the dim light of the verandah, he looked straight into Mishra Ji’s eyes terribly. His threatening words made Mishra Ji hysterical.

‘Mano yaa Maro (agree or die).

Your Daughter or My Money –it’s your choice!!!’

There is only one happiness in life- U know what?

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 19:06:00 +0000

‘There is only one happiness in life-To love and to be
loved. these are not my words. Lord Buddha has said this.’

Saying this he looked at us. I tried figuring out in my mind
how to let Guru know the details of my life to help him find
the truth for me, when he looked at Vinod and said.

‘Your uncle loved you. Where ever he is now, he wants to see you
happy, my son. You were confused for a long long time in a
world, which was not yours. Remember my son –

‘nainam chindanti shastrani
nainam dahati pavakah
na chainam kledayanty apo
na sosayati marutah’

‘The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon,
nor burned by fire, nor moistened by water, nor withered
by the wind. But then you need to realize what you are.
Consciousness is eternal. ‘Na Hanyate Hanyamane Sarire’-
Consciousness is eternal. It is not vanquished with the
destruction of the temporary body. My son, you need to seek
the truth within yourself, and that will set you free.’

---- Guru Lama from ' AUTUMN IN MY HEART'

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BOOK REVIEW- AUTUMN IN MY HEART

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 07:02:00 +0000

‘Autumn In My Heart’ by Saptarshi Basu is the tale of the quintessential human being we all have inside us. Be it the Software Engineer guy Deb, or the forced-by-family-to-get-married girl Ayantika, or the other parallel characters like Sagarika, Sujoy, Priyanka, and the office colleagues of Deb – ‘Autumn In My Heart’ tells the story of US, as a whole. The author Saptarshi Basu just had to take the pain to pen it down in a concrete basis in between two covers, efficiently. He did exactly that, and how!

Saptarshi Basu, the author, talks about the Bengali culture and sentiments in a way that not many authors from this side of the country has done recently. At least, not us from ‘Between The Lines’ have gone through such works lately. Naturally, ‘Autumn In My Heart’ was like a whiff of fresh air. And, the author has not disappointed. During these days of SOBA (serial-obsession-of-being-an-author, as we call it sometimes on BTL), Saptarshi Basu brings in some fresh change to the lackadaisical writings that we get to face otherwise. Though‘Autumn In My Heart’ straight reminds me of the Korean movie of the same name (Korean, right? Or Japanese it is? :O), we understand that even phrases tend to become limited at times, when one needs to express himself just like the way he wants to. Talk about cliches, the book never makes you feel it for once.

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THE ARRANGE MARRIAGE CIRCUS

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 10:54:00 +0000

It all started with a Quarrel.

For the last few months, Duttas of Dakhineshwar were

under huge tension. It prevailed over their home and even

spread toxically over nearby regions.

Even the Chatterjees, Biswass Kumar, Gangulys who

stayed in the same colony were in much tension.

The Duttas in the same colony (even some far away

Duttas too) were exceptionally worried. They even tried to

extend their helping hand but Ayantika’s angry expression

always dampened their spirits.

Thanks to a sudden fit of anger, a few glasses were

broken, the red-faced bunny lost his ears and the tense state

of affairs continued.

It was about Marriage. The god damn thing which every

girl hates (at least in front of others) and parents immensely

love.

‘Sono Mouli, Tomake ebar oi chele tar songe dekha kortei

hobe....R kotidin ei bhabe cholbe’

(See Mouli, you have to meet this guy...how long will

it go like this)

Sitala Debi, Ayantika’s mother, was shouting at her.

According to her it was the most suitable alliance and she

had been talking to them since six months and now it was

April already.

'I have told you a million times that I don’t want to get

married right now. Dad, please make mom understand.’

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Soumendra Narayan Dutta, Ayantika’s dad, was the

umpire of the fighting match and was doing his duty quite

efficiently and gracefully.

‘Please don’t cry Mouli, you don’t have to marry now.

Just meet the guy once, no harm.’

‘Mira Masi called up, that guy has sent you an e-mail,

go check it and reply,’ Sitala Debi snarled. The fight ended

(at least for that day).

Ayantika just didn’t want to marry. Not at the moment.

Not until she landed a job with a decent government bank.

She didn’t have much in her hand though. At the doorstep of

the twenty first century, the marriage of a daughter remains

the prime concern and an extremely vital occupation of every

middle class Bengali family.

Marriages are made in heaven and arranged marriages are

made in Bharat Matrimonial or The Sunday Ananda Bazaar,

that’s what they claim .At times the relatives play an important

role bringing in their very distant relatives claiming to know

them very well even when the last telephonic conversation

between them happened two years back! Power packed ads bride

needed for the only son of Highly qualified Chartered

Accountant,also knows scuba diving or looking for MBA, IIT,

CFA, for only sister, very fair, very beautiful.' At times it is

slightly confusing whom is the ad for ?Is it for the Chartered

Accountant father (who from the bottom of his heart really

wants to remarry and throw out the wife, a 1960’s model),

or his son or his daughter!

The father of the bride really has a hectic job finding

a decent groom but then it’s a question of her whole life.

So the drilling starts. The mother of the bride also does

her part... No,No...This guy won’t suit you at all. His uncle’s

daughter eloped with a local hooligan. The expectations make

it tougher to find a suitable match. He is just 5’3...So dark,

how can he manage with this meagre salary?

The bride or the girl at times adds her own requirements

and specifications-Dad, I want a tall guy, size does matter.

Please Ma, I want to marry an engineer. The list gets bigger

and bigger.

The Father of the groom is a bit disappointed as his son

couldn’t find a suitable girl by himself by the age of thirty.

Useless Fellow, can’t find a girl after so many years. The mother

of the groom has started crying for she has already lost her

son to some imaginary girl who plays black magic on him,

thanks to Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi (A popular

television soap). She can’t sleep at night.But then she has

to get her son married. Mukherjee Da’s wife was saying the

other day, 'How long will you keep Nakul unmarried? Marry

him off or else he will start doing all nonsense.'

So the search begins - Groom wanted for extremely fair,

extremely beautiful, extremely calm and quiet girl, MA,

Diploma in dancing (only at night clubs!), Also knows

stitching (couldn’t even stitch the first button of her shirt,

Always open!).... At times the father and brother play a big

role in the ad...Father retired; very well known professor of

very well known college(bucks! Flowing!)....Brother IIT,IIM

blah blah (More bucks! Flowing!)

The groom always had some secret criteria which now

comes forth. She must be very fair like Priyanka whom he

proposed to eleven times with no luck, Should have a very

good figure (Hmm.. Like Payal, the Delhi chick who had

twenty boyfriends in just three years ), should be very homely

( and also shake her hips with me at Night clubs )....And so

the search goes on...and on.....

----- From the novel ‘AUTUMN IN MY HEART’

CAN LOVE HAPPEN TWICE?

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 18:07:00 +0000

Everyone has a past and so did Deb.

‘Please Priyanka, Please don’t hang up the phone. Listen

to me. You know how tough it is to make a call to US.I have

been trying to call you for last three days. Please, listen to

me! I will make everyone happy. Please! Don’t break the

relationship. I will try to make uncle accept us. Please give

me a chance.’ Deb tried hard to control his tears.

‘Deb, it’s over now. The sooner you accept it, the better.

And please don’t harass my dad with your pestering phone

calls.’ Priyanka said from the other end. Her voice was cold

and devoid of any emotions.

‘How can you say that, Sona? We have had a relationship

for the last ten years. How can you break it in a day?’

‘It’s over Deb. I have someone else in my life. Aditya is

my Project Manager and we are going to get married soon.

It’s a waste of time discussing all those crap, sentimental

old things. I am done with you.’ Deb felt his temperature

rising. His heart was pounding loudly. Also, the phone bill

was rising. He tried to give it a last try. How can she leave

me, Oh God! Please, God, Please bring her back to me.

‘Who is this mother-fucker Aditya? Don’t tell me that just

three months in US, and you have forgotten our love.’

Priyanka was working with one of the top IT MNCs

in Kolkata and had gone to Dallas, US for her first onsite

engagement. ‘Aditya can give me all the luxuries of life. Plus,

he is my project manager, so no one can stop my promotion.

You are a loser, Deb.’

‘Oh, I am a loser now! And what about that time when I

spent an entire week beside your hospital bed when you got

jaundice. It was I, who took your dad to hospital when he

broke his leg? I did all the shopping for your whole family

for a month. And now you are saying I am a loser.’

‘Oh! So you did all that to get something in return. Tell

me what you want? I will ask my dad to pay you.’

Deb held his breath for a minute. It pained to let

Priyanka go away from his life. But he could make out that

it was all over. All these ten years, those beautiful nights

chatting over the phone and hugging and kissing. Those

rainy days, movie halls, market places, botanical garden– he

could feel her presence everywhere. The warmth of her

breath, the softness of her touch. How could it be all over?

‘Please Sona, Please.Come back to me…’ Deb could feel

the tears slowly running down his cheeks.

‘I can’t I have already accepted Aditya’s marriage

proposal.’

‘You bloody bitch. One day you will repent it. Go to

Hell !’.

Deb threw the phone away. It beeped a while before

going into total silence. He ravaged his cupboard to get

his cigarettes. He got hold of one and sucked it hard till

it reached its end. Deb looked at the burned out cigarette

stub. He felt just like it. Used, abused, sucked, burned and

thrown away.

As each day passed by, Deb felt the pain making a

formidable hole in his heart. The crowded Kolkata streets

felt empty as he struggled to reach his office in the morning.

Sitting at one distant corner of a window in the lazy tram,

Deb gazed blankly at the roads where they had walked hand

in hand. It made him feel that his world was completely

devoid of any happiness.

As time passed by, the emptiness in Deb’s heart

transformed into an uncanny purposelessness. He tried

to spend more and more time in office. But the pain had

grasped him thoroughly, clenching him in its tight clasp. He

was neither able to concentrate on any of the work assigned,

nor did he feel the need from inside.

Slowly, Deb slipped away from the mainstream. He

rejected phone calls from his nearest and dearest friends,

roamed aimlessly on the streets of Kolkata. At times, he spent

hours sitting by the side of the Ganges. As slowly the defeated

Sun drowned in the shining waters, Deb looked vacantly

at the happy couples flocking on the riverbank sharing a

melting ice cream. Suddenly old memories flashed in front

of his eyes making him weaker and smeared him in pain.

The food he loved most had lost its flavour, the streets

had lost their charm, friends had lost their warmth and what

mattered more, life had lost its meaning.

It went on like this for a couple of months. Deb’s

quality of work degraded to the last level leading to daily

skirmishes with his manager. At last, he felt compelled to

resign and started looking for another job. Things were at

their worst. After a month of futile search, Deb still remained

unemployed. By that time, he had lost all the zeal to struggle

for his existence.

Mitali, Deb’s mother could easily understand her son’s

condition. She tried to contact Priyanka. It didn’t help much.

By that time, Priyanka had already changed her US mobile

number. She tried hard to contact Priyanka’s parents only

to surrender helplessly to their threats of a police case for

harrasment.

It was raining heavily that night. As Deb stood there

lonely in the verandah, he could see the gushing waters

overflowing the city drains. The lightening remained frequent

with flashes of light zapping the nearby jasmine tree in their

garden. It was just then that Deb decided to live no more!

As Deb looked at his parent’s smiling photo one last

time, with a shining razor in the hand, a deep-rooted pain

clenched his heart. He felt like crying but perhaps the tears

had dried up in his eyes. The room was scattered with torn

letters and photos of happy times. Outside, the thunder

could be heard frequently. It was as if someone up in the

heavens was protesting against his next action.

He felt reckless one last time. Deb looked at his glass

window with droplets of rain clinging to it. Priyanka’s face

flashed for the last time with the lightning. Her sweet smile

beamed in front of his face. How much he liked that smile!

How he was mad about her! And then it was all over. The

razor shined the last unforgiving minute in his raised up right

hand, till it came down slashing. It was all over. A puddle of

blood formed on the white carpet as Deb lay there, his soul

still fighting to unite with his creator.

Everyone has a past and so did Deb.

---From the novel ‘AUTUMN IN MY HEART’

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Complete the below sentence in 10 words:

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PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES- FROM 'AUTUMN IN MY HEART'

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 18:18:00 +0000

PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES : A SNIPPET FROM 'AUTUMN IN MY HEART'

Both lay on the carpeted floor against each other lost in

their own world. Deb and Sagarika. He could smell the

soft jasmine in her hair. She rubbed her hand against his

unshaven face. The room filled with the soft music of Elton

John. ‘What are you thinking Deb ?’ she asked.

‘Nothing much. Thinking how life sucks!’ he replied

with a lost smile. The liquor had made the moment hazy.

‘Do you like Ayantika’ she asked.

‘I don’t know.’ Deb replied and kept silent for the next

few seconds. ‘Do you like Sujoy?’ Deb asked.

‘I don’t know but he is a nice guy,’ she replied slowly

moving her fingers through his cropped hair. ‘And I really don’t

want to know. I am enjoying this moment Deb, the place,

everything.’ Deb turned back and looked deep into her eyes.

‘Shall we dance to the tune of – Let’s make a night to

remember.’ ‘I am feeling too lazy. Let’s stay here for a while.

You haven’t shaved,’ Sagarika slowly moved her fingers all

over Deb’s face.

‘I am feeling lazy and a bit tired too,’ he said, and then

added, ‘and confused too.’

‘Confused? Why?’ Sagarika looked up astonished.

‘At times I really can’t understand Vinod.’ He paused

again wondering whether to tell her about the train incident

or not. ‘Buy why? He seems quite a decent guy. Although

a bit stubborn and bossy. But apart from that, he looks ok.

Does he have any problem?’

‘What problem?’ Deb asked alarmed and wondered how

Sagarika got to know about it.

‘No I mean, he came alone. Isn’t he married?’

‘No, still unmarried and I think he is a virgin,’ Deb

laughed.

‘And you?’ Sagarika asked mischievously.

Deb skipped the question for the time being. ‘At times I

have doubts about him. I feel he is just very frustrated. Quite

normal at this age. But at times he really acts weird.’

‘Drop it. What difference does it makes to you ?’ Sagarika

replied, her finger playing on Deb’s lips. ‘And now, I am more

interested to know about you.’ Deb’s lips came very close

to hers. And then without knowing, they kissed deeply and

passionately till Sagarika pushed Deb back.

‘Oh God! Let me breathe at least.’ She gasped. Deb

laughed loudly. And like a tigress, she sprang on him. They

wrestled while Deb tried to reach out for her T-shirt.

‘I hope you have brought protection,’ Sagarika giggled

while still fighting to save herself. At last she surrendered and

fell into his arms, tired. The T-shirt flew away and dropped

on one side of the door. ‘Ouch! My head hurts. Please let’s

go to bed,’ she pleaded while Deb rubbed the back of her

head. He tried to lift her.

‘Oh shit! You are quite heavy.’

‘What! I will kill you!’ Sagarika said and they both

crashed on the bed. ‘Easy baby. Mr Mongpu will fine us, if

the bed breaks.’ Sagarika joked, while she unbuttoned Deb’s

shirt. Now, it was Deb’s turn. Soon the bra flew off too.

‘Softly baby,’ Sagarika moaned while closing her eyes. She

clasped Deb firmly and dragged him closer to her heart.

Sagarika tried to reach out for Deb’s denim jeans. The

zip was tight. As she unzipped it and gave a tight pull, in a

flash of light Deb saw Ayantika’s face. He pushed Sagarika

back and sat up.

‘What!’ Sagarika looked up surprised and annoyed.

‘This is wrong. I am sorry Sagarika. I can’t do it,’ Deb

replied while buttoning up his shirt, his back to her. He

slowly gathered her T-shirt and bra and gave them to her.

Everything seemed to perplex Sagarika.

‘Why? What happened? Don’t you like me?’

‘I like you, but as a friend. Better not mess it up. I love

someone else.’ She fixed her glance on Deb for a few seconds.

Then slowly got up and dressed herself. A tear drop rolled

down her cheek and dropped on the carpet. Deb came close

to Sagarika. ‘I am sorry Sagarika. But I really love her.’

‘It’s ok. Let me get dressed. Can you please go to the

other room,’ she said in a choked voice. Deb stood still for

a few seconds, like a punished school boy.

Sagarika looked away. She went to the other end of the

room and fixed her dress. Deb slowly moved towards the

door. The song had changed to ‘Last Christmas, I gave you

my heart, the very next day you gave it away.’ He felt he had

wasted money on the Rum bottle as he was devoid of any

intoxication. Suddenly a commotion followed.

‘No don’t, please. Keep your hands away. Shit man!

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.’ It was Saurav. But why is

he shouting at this hour of night. Deb got alarmed.

‘Who is shouting? Isn’t it Saurav ?’ Sagarika looked back

and ran towards the door. Deb too ran towards Room no.

121. Meanwhile Tina had also come out in her nightgown,

rubbing her eyes. She felt there was a burglary going on.

The room was closed.

‘Fatty, what happened? Why are you shouting ?’ Deb

banged the door hard. Silence followed. Deb lost his cool

and started kicking the door. Tina and Sagarika stood

beside him looking worried. Deb’s heartbeat rose. Taking

a deep breath he moved back. ‘I am breaking the door.’ As

Deb was about to kick, the door opened. Saurav stood in

the doorway.

Deb looked at Saurav. His eyes had gone red, crying. He

tried to speak but fumbled. Deb saw that Saurav’s T-shirt

was torn. Anger gripped Deb as he moved Saurav aside and

entered the room.

‘Oh shit! Fuck you man. Fuck you Vinod!’ he exclaimed

in horror. Vinod stood naked, just wearing an underwear.

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Does love really end when you have a break-up? Does love always mean you have to be with the opposite sex? Can online friendships of today's generation lead to a lifelong relationship?

Ayantika longs to become independent by becoming a bank officer whereas her mother wants her to settle down in an arranged marriage. She meets Deb online and friendship blossoms into love.

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Does love really end when you have a break-up? Does love always mean you have to be with the opposite sex? Can online friendships of today's generation lead to a lifelong relationship?

Ayantika longs to become independent by becoming a bank officer whereas her mother wants her to settle down in an arranged marriage. She meets Deb online and friendship blossoms into love.

In Autumn In My Heart, the author explores these areas and tries to find answers to some questions. The characters of Deb, Ayantika, Saurav, Tina, Vinod and Sagarika are finely etched and their changing relationships keep the reader spellbound.

Hear their voices which will echo in your heart

Deb, I will be waiting for you. You know I just did the waxing yesterday! Oh God! Pooja, not now!

-A big flirt

How much he was mad about her! And then it was all over. The razor shined the last unforgiving minute. A puddle of blood formed on the white carpet as Deb lay there, his soul still fighting to unite with his creator

- An attempted suicide

Ayantika’s mother was shouting...this conversation had been going on for long...since last November and it was already April....I don’t want to marry now mom, I have told you a million times...Please Dad, make mom understand

- Arranged marriage blues

Na Hanyate Hanyamane Sarire-Consciousness is eternal it is not vanquished with the destruction of the temporary body. My son, you need to seek the truth within yourself, and that will set you free

– Guru Lama’s word

And Vinod started his story... When Ashwini Uncle knocked the door, he was already all wet. And then… All I could feel was the prickling of the moustache and my lips locked

– A confused Soul

As the rain slowly kissed his face soaking him, he couldn't stop thinking about Ayantika and how much he loves her. It was difficult to look up as it had started raining heavily. He silently thanked someone, somewhere up above .Love never dies

- A transformed Soul

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AUTUMN IN MY HEART- PUBLISHED BY TIMES OF INDIA

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Does love really end when you have a breakup?
Does life really end when your long time love leaves you?

Does Love always mean you have to be with the opposite sex?

Deb, I will be waiting for you. You know I just did the waxing yesterday! Oh God! Pooja, not now!

-A big flirt

Na Hanyate Hanyamane Sarire-Consciousness is eternal it is not vanquished with the destruction of the temporary body. My son, you need to seek the truth within yourself, and that will set you free

– Guru Lama’s word

And Vinod started his story... When Ashwini Uncle knocked the door, he was already all wet. And then… All I could feel was the prickling of the moustache and my lips locked

– A confused Soul

- A transformed Soul

- An attempted suicide

- Arranged marriage blues

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LOVE,LOGIC AND THE GOD'S ALGORITHM - BOOK SUMMARY

noreply@blogger.com (Saptak) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 11:19:00 +0000

"In his debut novel, Saptarshi ventures into an untouched arena altogether with unique style of writing. A beautiful tale of a person's search for his inner self. An Inspiring story for today's youth"

- Kunal Bhardwaj, Author 'Love was never Mine'

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“Basu writes in a suave and candid manner, portraying the shades of the IT industry and covering it with a tale of an individual's search for his identity, his soul

- Faraaz Kazi, author of the best-seller 'Truly Madly Deeply'

Close your eyes and think about your College days - What you see? Girls, Grass, N-10, Crush, Whisky, fight with seniors over a football match......and no studies...What a life!!!!

Saptak's life was based on 3G- No, not about the latest mobile technology but GUITAR, GRASS AND GIRLS—3G (let’s uncomplicate :))

Now, again close your eyes and think about your professional life. What you see? Oh shit!!! f**k I am screwed.

PNS Technologies, Precisely Pick n Stick Technologies Limited where Saptak works- their motto ‘Creating the Stick that beats its Pick’- reigns supreme. Day in and day out Saptak’s bewilderment continues to rise doing the monotonous Copy-Paste work. Strangled between the war of his mind and heart, Saptak finally quits his job and returns to JyotiNagar where Debaroti, his childhood companion waits for him.

Love keeps them confused and bewildered -Both Saptak and his room-mate Nabo. An incredible idea struck Saptak which slowly leads to the creation of his Software product company ‘Innovation Techlabs Pvt Ltd’.

What is the idea? Will he have a life? And Love? Or both?

Love, Logic and the God’s Algorithm asks every reader the sole question - How long can you wait to you hear your inner voice? How long can you wait to clear your heart’s doubt?

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