Arnab Ray - May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss

May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss

ARNAB RAY

What You Get In This Ishh..Speshial Package

M AY I H EBB Y OUR A TTENTION P LISS W ILL C HANGE Y OUR L IFE

Do you have malignant head lice?

Did you lose everything in the global financial meltdown?

Are you having problems with alcohol?

Did you fudge your companys balance sheet and then get caught?

Regret that unprotected night of passion at the truck stop with toothless Chandramukhi?

Did the Taliban just take over your town? Does your son spit in your face?

Does your daughter call you a jerk?

And more importantly, do you agree with her?

Do not worry. May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss is here.

In ten days, it will change your life. Guaranteed. And if by any chance you are not satisfied with this book, you can get your life back.

No questions asked.

Need further motivation? Well then listen to what satisfied readers are saying.

T ESTIMONIAL 1

Promila: My husband was coming home every night from work with lipstick on his shirt and the strong lingering scent of womans perfume. One day I even found lingerie in his briefcase. I cried and cried thinking there is someone else in his life. Then Hemnalini Aunty told me to buy May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss .

In just ten days, everything changed. I found out the truth.

The lingerie, the lipstick and the womans perfume were not of any woman.

They were all my husbands! Its just that he likes to dress like a woman from time to time. What a relief! My marriage has now been saved. Thanks to May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss .

T ESTIMONIAL 2

Mother: Our son was rotting in jail on a small matter of smuggling in plastic explosives with the ISI mark. Not only was he not getting humane treatment inside jail, but we had been told that he had become the prison-wife of a man named Danda-bhai. We used to cry ourselves to bed. Who will marry our son ever?

Father: Then we bought May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss . Now our son is safe with us. You see, we smuggled in a small saw between the pages of the book and he used it to file through the windows and escape. Thanks to the book, our son can walk again. Really. He can walk again.

T ESTIMONIAL 3

Samuel: We were having problems having a child. Our marriage was breaking up. Then we ran into an old friend of my wife, Rajesh. He gifted me May I Hebb Your Attention Pliss and told me to read it alone at night while he took my wife out on his bike to various resorts.

Nine months later, we are having our first baby, our marriage is as solid as ever and Rajesh is a close family friend. All of this because of one book. One book that will change your life. Forever.

So what are you waiting for?

Pick up that wallet and buy this book.

I wont regret it.

I will kill him if thats the last thing I do, he whispered as he picked himself off the warm asphalt, blood dripping down his split temple as the oppressive Kanpur sun beat down mercilessly on him.

Dont you just hate books that start off like this? They drop you in the middle of the action without a compass, leaving you, the reader, the onerous task of having to wade through pages and pages of text before you have any idea about who he is, why he is bleeding, whom he intends to kill, or for that matter, what he is doing in Kanpur.

I do. And that is why I am going to tell you, straight up, what this book is all about.

It is about what I think on a variety of topics politics, movies, moral policing, call centres, pyramid schemes, toilet flushes

Wait wait, you say. Why should I care about what you think? After all opinions are like posterior body orifices. Everyone has got one. What is it that is so special about you that I should spend good money to buy this book?

The answer is simple.

Nothing.

I am a most ordinary, politically neutral (and possibly also neutered), pop-culture-crazed Indian guy, who grew up in the 80s and the 90s. That is precisely why I expect that my opinions and my sense of humour will find resonance with many, hopefully leading them to chuckle and perhaps even guffaw, at least once or twice, during the course of this book and exclaim out loud:

Yep that is exactly how I feel.

Did the explanation above make things absolutely clear?

Perhaps not.

So let me try to make my point in another way by defining what this book is not.

This is not, by any stretch of the term, scholarly work. In other words, very little research was done to produce it. Its pages are in general bereft of numbers, statistics and the other inscrutable artifices of pedantry. And most importantly, no attempt has been made to analyse anything of any importance.

In that respect, this book is very much like your favourite cable news channel. Which is why I hope you shall like it.

The reason why this book lacks any academic rigour is because I am simply not up to it. Brainwise. Blame my stunted intellectual growth, if you will, on my listening to Bappi-das famous song You are my chicken fry, you are my fish fry (movie name Rock Dancer , for those of you who like useless trivia) in an infinite loop for many years. Or blame it on my schools insistence that I memorize the length of the all the major rivers of Africa to the second decimal place for my Class 7 Geography examination.

However, things being as they are, I have to leave the task of writing serious books about flat worlds, argumentative elephants with cellphones and fakirs with laptops to greater minds. More specifically to those who have a Nobel Prize, a Padma Shri or at least have held a position at the United Nations.

Which explains why no attempt is made to compare India with China or to analyse the socioeconomic factors that make us a more corrupt country than Sweden. Neither do I try to answer why desis talk so much nor ponder whether Jinnah was secular.

Instead I talk about the great Bulla rakshas, management institutes, scene punching, Khanna Lahiri Patel Desperation (also called KLPD), Desibaba, serial slapping and various other things you always wanted to know but did not know you wanted to ask.

So have I shed some light on what this book is about?

Possibly not to the extent you thought I would have. But then again, if I tell you the whole story in the trailer itself, why would you even try to download the movie illegally off the Net?

As you may have guessed, the reason for this preamble was simply to grab your attention, hopefully intriguing you to read the book while all the time providing you as little information as I can manage to get away with.

Kind of the same game the lady with a nice voice plays with you when she waxes eloquent about the premium credit-card you just qualified for, the one with all those nice benefits like cashbacks and frequent flier miles, while conveniently forgetting to divulge information about its high annual fee and its Shylockian APR(Annual Percentage Rate).

However, since I am taking the high road over the credit card saleslady here, I feel I do need to tell you a little bit more about the chapters to follow. In the course of the book, I shall try to establish certain theses. For example:

Indian politicians are misunderstood, selfless patriots.

Indian wedding ceremonies keep down the divorce rate.

Gunda , a movie made in 1998, was the greatest celluloid creation of Bollywood.

The heart of India lies in the embodiments of subaltern culture: namely Bhojpuri songs and Mithun-da flicks.