tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84628759112547167112023-11-16T17:12:28.337+05:00When I think, a novelist diesThe Ally McBeal of the third world, who lives vicariously through scenarios imagined in his head, presents a blog where he channels emotions, personal experiences et al into paperback novels that never made the cut. Part fiction, part slice-of-life, part crazy. Welcome. And if you're outraged at the content, join the mob-image in the background. Yes, that's no concert pic.a Clockwork Obihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00864648557246454999noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462875911254716711.post-72690362042417431782011-08-15T03:00:00.002+05:002011-08-15T03:01:56.753+05:00'Shimmy to the left, shimmy to your death' - young adult horror<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So midnight found me and a couple of friends smack in the middle of Independence Day celebrations - the ol' truckload of people hoisting flags, throwing maachis-bombs wherever they saw a rolled-down window.. one of them [sorry, Imran] even joined in on the 14th August Footloose in Jinnah Super.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">That's where I thought <i>hmm.</i> A lot of these bystanders are making videos; what if one uploads them on YouTube and one of these bastards ends up on American reality TV? From the mind that really only should have been thinking 'Pakistan zindabaad' came:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Hanuman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span></div><div>Title of novel: <b>'Shimmy to the left, shimmy to your death'</b></div><div>Genre: Horror - young adult</div><div>Brief synopsis: <i>As he dances in celebration of freedom on the streets of Islamabad, young Abed doesn't know he's being filmed. Two days later, he's an internet sensation; from zero to hero in just over a million YouTube views! When he gets a call from Ryan Murphy to be a guest star in one of his TV shows, little does he know he's booked a one-way ticket... to hell.</i></div><div><b>Storyboard below.</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Hanuman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Status: Rejected: Random House sent the following message: '..reads like something <i>Children of the Corn </i>threw up.' Anderson Cooper has added draft to his 'RidicuList' and has called the League of the Silver-Haired Fox to go into state of apoplectic rage in protest of this shit.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Hanuman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Oh, and Ryan Murphy is <i>not</i> pleased.</span><br />
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Also, after ignoring several invites from friends, re: Iftar party!/Hangout!/Fun, fun, fun!, the sinking realization that I am a certified hermit. From that dark mind came:</div><div><br />
Title of novel: <b>'Privacy and other foolhardy notions'</b></div><div>Genre: Sci-fi, romance, tragedy</div><div>Brief synopsis: <i>Hot model with big.. heart tires of her geeky boyfriend ['Big Bang Theory' hangover] and seeks the help of cyborg mercenary in a desperate bid for freedom. Little does she realize... said cyborg belongs to Islamic militant group.</i></div><div><b>Storyboard below.</b></div><div><br />
</div><div>Status: Rejected: HarperCollins sent the following message: '..as for the author, perhaps someone should tell him the only privacy he's getting is in a straitjacket.' James Cameron is suing.<br />
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