Penguin India Publication
|Number of Pages||240 Pages|
I tell you the halaats are so bad, so bad that dont even ask. The Talibans sitting on top of our heads, bombs bursting left, right and centre, drones droning away, load-shedding a hundred hours a day, servants answering back, in-laws trying to upstage you, friends throwing you out of their kitties and on top of that elections ka tamasha. Janoo tau is coming closer and closer to a nervous break out while Mummy is getting sterile dementia. As for Kulchoo, bhai, dont even ask.
But Ive decided, come what may, I tau am not going to let anyone clamp my style. Im going to live just as I like-watching my Turkish soaps, going to GTs and weddings, throwing kitty parties, telling everyone everything saaf-saaf and of course, doing summers in London-voh tau must hai na. And Im going to do it in my Jimmy Choo ki heels and my sleeveless designer shirts and my streaked hair and my Prada ki sunglasses. This much Im telling you all from now only. So tighten your seat belts, okay?