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Third Day @ Lit.Fest.

No I skipped Second day. So we come to the third day. But poor thing! I went for hardly 2 hours and I did nothing but took a few walks - up & down and round and round. No no I didn't go to the garden but Fest. But gosh! was it different from garden? Do people really come to listen (crap) authors? Na.. Yeah.. No but not always. Few sessions are so ridiculous that you feel you are wasting your time , you go out , and just hang around and meet your long-lost friends. The one which I attended was - umm... well let me tell you other way round.

We were sitting in the Baithak - the less crowded place. Well it doesn't matter , we stopped before every hall and all were same - aloof from general interests. But the one we attended - it was readings from some novel. Two ladies were sitting on the stage in conversation with a girl. A boy who was sitting next to me asked if I know who were they and I looked at him , don't know what to say , I just said - Don't ask me. I was embarrassed for a moment. But then I realized only 10 percent of people sitting there actually know all about the "less known" authors and their novels. One lady after the session asks another what is the name of the novel , they were talking about. So that was a consolation. But truly speaking , the session was ugly and vulgar. Yes , they are proper words , if not for the author , at least for the novel. You would have agreed with me if you were there , listening to the paragraphs of the novel - porn talks among ladies of the age of our grandma.

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