Rohit Gupta

Rohit Gupta is the author of a collection of short stories and the winner of a lesser known literary award for fiction by writing India's first e-novel, The Oyster Club. He writes a weekly humor column for Bombay's leading newspaper, Mid Day, which is largely responsible for his breakfast. To get out of his impoverished existence in Bombay, the prescribed period of which he has far outlived, he has been trying to write a radio play for some time now. But you know how it is. With radio plays.

No, really. You know how it is when you're a writer in a country where freedom means the absence of law and order. There are no checks in the mail here. You can't trust the postman. And editors, don't even get him started. The problem, he confesses, begins at home. Home being an alien concept in itself.

For instance, he wanted this bio to be cleverer, more profound and dendron-stirring than his last soporific attempt. What it really is — an after-effect of reading the Paris half of George Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London in a hurry with the intention of feeling good compared to his pathetic existence as a plounger in the Hotel X. If you hard-up too, read the entire novel in office time, right here.

He is trying to remain uncontaminated by the harsher realities of life. Now and then, a phone call takes care of his growing paranoia about, this is the best part, paranoia. As you can see, this is a very confused man dealing with some ridiculously higher level of philosophical balls of wool. To quote him:

I am confused.

But am I? Really?

You can clearly see that this bloke is on the edge, oh yes. He can be reached.

— Rohit Gupta (fadereu@gmail.com)