It was quite surprising that the book - The Coucal Collaterals, whose initial draft I had read almost three years ago was being released initially in Kannada, rather than the original language that it was written in, and due credit here has to go to Dr.Rao's father, Shri K.K.R Rao, who diligently mastered the use of computers in general and word processing software in particular in order to get the hang of sitting and translating his son's work into Kannada.
The book launch wasn't a glitzy affair and it was more of an intimate thing which was attended by close friends of the author, but it was a nice experience overall, considering it is a fervent and quite open ambition of mine as well to be a published author some day.
Of course, getting stuff printed in magazines and on other websites doesn't count because of the funda of sharing space, and as greedy and megalomaniacal as I am, I want my own book out some day, so that I can live off the royalties generated, sipping apple vodka martinis while lazing on a hammock in the shade in some nice place with not so much humidity, while dreaming about the next idea for a piece I have to write. Alternatively, I would love to scout around for a travel writer's job, but that can be done only in due time.
Back to the book launch - it was a touching affair where a lot of things were highlighted almost simultaneously. The pride that a set of parents took in their son's achievement of getting a serious and simultaneously entertaining book written, the love and respect a son had for his father who so painstakingly translated the book because he believed in his son's work, the sheer emotional high that a published author ends up having whilst seeing his work bear fruition, not to mention the fact that my attempts to help get his book published had the author himself thank me no less than twice during the speech he made to the audience, making me go simply red, but also making me feel proud and happy at the same time, for having been an active part of the proceedings.
The after launch gathering where one got to partake on some Glenfiddich single malt whiskey was also quite an entertaining affair, where my handy backpack's contents were viewed with suspicion because I had produced a bottle opener, a pen and a notepad from it on demand. Of course, I also had other items including a Lonely Planet guide to Israel and the Palestinian territories, a digicam, an 'I am Legend' DVD, a bottle of water and some Tibetan lucky charm coins, but thankfully nobody really asked for that.
This post might not necessarily make too much sense to anyone who doesn't really understand the context behind this narrative, but I figured out that it was an important occasion that required documentation nevertheless. It is seldom that I would venture to elucidate my specific emotions explicitly on a public forum, even though it might be my own personal space, but as I look back and read through this post, I figured I've let my guard down enough already.
The book's english version shall soon be out in October and it will be published and distributed by a publishing house in Kolkata and you shall know more about it in the days to come, possibly with s few hyperlinks or even a review of the piece by yours truly on some website or perhaps even on a newspaper!
Watch this space. Or the feed reader equivalent of the same.