C.R.A.P
Cold . . . Rolled . . . Annealed . . . Pickled
Nonfiction, Entertainment, Humour & Comedy, General Humour
| Author: | Ravi Kodukula | ISBN: | 9781482872651 |
| Publisher: | Partridge Publishing India | Publication: | March 31, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Partridge Publishing India | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ravi Kodukula |
| ISBN: | 9781482872651 |
| Publisher: | Partridge Publishing India |
| Publication: | March 31, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Partridge Publishing India |
| Language: | English |
Now that you hold this book in your hand, let me talk to you for a while, not that you are a dimwit, but I am sure you would have figured this out by now. This book does not have any purpose or meaning. Theres already a lot of crap flying around in the publishing world, so I just thought of adding some more, really. This book does not come from somebody highly accomplished or acclaimed; in fact, this book does not intend to cause that earth-shattering shift too toward any acclamation. ----- There is no foreword, middles, or epilogue to this book. There are no endorsements from highly acclaimed litterateurs. This book does not claim to be a bestseller and will never get to be one. This book does not address a social cause; it does not solve the carbon catastrophe that you see around you. This is not a self-help book, so no philosophy, no quantum physics, no next-generation robotics in here. And this book is definitely not from the wannabe stables of a Booker or a Pulitzer. ----- This book, at its worst, can go down the bookshelves as the World According to Me, with anecdotal references to growing up in middle-class urban India in the 70s and the 80s and carving out a life, meaningful in most ways, in the 90s and beyond as meaningful as the fast-changing environment that I saw in India and the world around me.
Now that you hold this book in your hand, let me talk to you for a while, not that you are a dimwit, but I am sure you would have figured this out by now. This book does not have any purpose or meaning. Theres already a lot of crap flying around in the publishing world, so I just thought of adding some more, really. This book does not come from somebody highly accomplished or acclaimed; in fact, this book does not intend to cause that earth-shattering shift too toward any acclamation. ----- There is no foreword, middles, or epilogue to this book. There are no endorsements from highly acclaimed litterateurs. This book does not claim to be a bestseller and will never get to be one. This book does not address a social cause; it does not solve the carbon catastrophe that you see around you. This is not a self-help book, so no philosophy, no quantum physics, no next-generation robotics in here. And this book is definitely not from the wannabe stables of a Booker or a Pulitzer. ----- This book, at its worst, can go down the bookshelves as the World According to Me, with anecdotal references to growing up in middle-class urban India in the 70s and the 80s and carving out a life, meaningful in most ways, in the 90s and beyond as meaningful as the fast-changing environment that I saw in India and the world around me.
