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Somewhere @ Nowhere - The Book

FINALLY ....


After a tryst with so-called-creativity, I have come up with a book - Somewhere @ Nowhere.

You can have a sneak peek at the story & a few pages from the publisher's website and order the same & get it home delivered anywhere in India/ Abroad.

Details as mentioned below-

- Preview and get the book home delivered from HERE

Also, you can join the following groups -

- Orkut Community



Hope you like the work. Would appreciate a feedback.

Till then ... Happy Reading!!!

And yeah, please spread the word
(relying on word of mouth & word of blog publicity)


:-)
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Update (18/02/2010) - Thanks for the initial response to the book :)


Update2 (25/ 02/ 2010) - Thanks for the feedbacks on the book those who have read it. (hope to get a feedback by others soon). Encourages me to overcome inertia and write more!


Meanwhile, those who ask for why is it currently not available in traditional retail outlets - well, I hope it will be done in some time (which might take a few months at least). 


Main reason to not go with a traditional publisher was to retain control over content (tempted to use jargons like "creative control" and all!). A few of them wanted stuff what sells like - "life at IIT/IIM" kind of stuff, a mandatory love story with lots of "open sex" plus lots of Bollywood masala; and I didn't want it to be like one of those run off the mill kind of stuff!


And yeah, looking at the feedbacks I am not regretting it :-) !

Comments

  1. Awesomeness in it's true 32 colors... Great going!

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  2. Good job! I should order a copy soon!

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  3. @ Ankit, Munmun - Thanks! Hope you like the work :)

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  4. Sounds interesting Nikesh. I will definitely go for your debut.

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  5. Great going!!! Will order a copy soon.

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  6. Hi Ankit..first of all thanks for visiting my blog..good to know about your debut book..would definitely go for it..keep the good work going !

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  7. wow!! I was not knowing that a writer has landed in my blog...*feels great*......will surely go through your all the links... :)
    Good luck for your book and hope you grow for each and every moment of your life.
    Keep smiling....

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  8. @ Devesh, Pradnya - Thanks. Hope you like it :)

    @ Maverichshree, Neilina - Thanks for dropping by. Hope you like the book!

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  9. I recently came across your blogs..and the work was worth reading...esp.the 4liners were real treat...
    BEST WISHES for your book..
    Love reading...so will please to read your stuff...
    Good Job!!

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  10. Wow! Thatz awesome :)
    Congratulations .. heading there for a sneak peak :)

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  11. the first time i visit your blog and u surprise me with this- u are an author! how cool is that??! super cool, if u ask me.. congratulations on ur book.. will head over to read the preview..

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  12. @ Mrinal, Swaram, Mandira - Thanks. hope you like the book :)

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  13. Congrats! for ur book. Will check it out. Hey it will be nice if u can write about the book, ur inspiration to write it n all in ur blog. It would be nice as it may giv us a view of what went into the making of the book.

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  14. congratulations.. being published is a great honour and i wish you success..

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  15. Congratulations Nik and wish you all the very best.

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