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Mainak Dhar says he wanted to explore what happens when a generation used to Facebook activism has to take charge without technological crutchesMainak Dhar has taken a break from zombies. In his latest thriller, 03:02 (Westland Rs. 295) the villains of the piece are IS militants. I wanted to build off something that is a real horror and insert it into our normal lives, says Mainak over the phone from Mumbai.The book tells the story of Aaditya who after eight years of excel sheets and investment advice has got a longed-for promotion and is all set to conquer greater heights in the corporate world when at 03:02 on a Sunday morning, the world turns dark, as if someone has turned off a master switch. All electrical appliances turn off. And when you think how much of our lives are chip-based from cars and computers to pacemakers and money, you can imagine the havoc such a situation will create. It is the continuation of a theme; of extreme situations and how normal people cope. On paper, or rather digitally we are connected but actually we are not. We need to get out of the bubble we live in.Describing the book as a commentary, the author of the bestselling Alice in Deadland series says: A building society is a microcosm of India. Choosing to call Aadityas apartment complex Hiranandani Gardens, Mainak says, I live there and I wanted a real neighbourhood where you find a broad cross section of people both to build in the enhanced relevance and reality and also because I wanted something a bit away from central Mumbai to add to the isolation and not knowing what is happening in town.The reluctant hero is common thread that runs in Mainaks novels and this one is no exception. Rather than a Rambo or Bollywood hero, I naturally gravitate towards a normal person and how he would meet challenges.Expanding on the themes of the page-turner, Mainak says: I wanted to explore what happens when a generation used to Facebook activism has to take charge in a real world without technological crutches, when their engagement has to go beyond liking or sharing something online social media can be shallow and superficial. The book looks at personal accountability, how people have to take ownership.Mainak has lived abroad for 15 years and what I love about India is democracy. It is a wonderful asset to be able to express our opinions freely. The novel opens with a quote from Nietzsche, Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.Explaining his choice, Mainak says, In the black, bleak landscape, despite all the horrors, Aaditya fights to retain his humanity, the values that make us human. I chose to set the climactic battle on Divali eve to celebrate light and the destruction of darkness.About a sequel, Mainak says: I have not consciously thought about a sequel. It would have been glib to say all is well that ends well, that is why I kept the conclusion open-ended. Readers have been asking what happened next, what happened to Aadityas father I believe in never say never.Locations play a huge part in Mainaks work Zombiestan was set in a Delhi overrun by zombies as were some books of the Alice in Deadland series. Mainak did school and undergrad in Delhi and went to IIM Ahmedabad. I like to set my novels in places where I have lived, says the 42-year- old author. If you remember Chronicles of the Undead was set in a house on a hill in Gangtok. My uncle had a house there. Like Aaditya I live in Powai.Talking about the title Mainak says there are two reasons for it. Three in the morning is when things happen. It is supposed to be the time when the Army plans attacks. The other reason is completely arbitrary. 03:02 has a nice ring to it!Insisting that, This is the first novel that is being released when I am in India and I am very excited about it, Mainak says, I cannot stay away from writing. I have a bunch of conflicting priorities but I write half an hour a day. I run for an hour in the morning and that is when I think about the plot. I also get a lot of time to write when I am travelling on work.Mainak says he did a lot of research both at the Macro and micro level. I read about electro-magnetic pulse and at the micro level, I studied building societies and how they function.While we can all recognise the troublesome Mr. Suri in our building societies, Mainak says the characters are not based on one particular person.They are composites of people I know. For instance, I borrowed my drivers name for Mahadev, the resourceful auto driver, and the protagonist Aaditya is named after my son. The IIT kids are based on bright IITians I have met.The Mumbai-based author says he drew inspiration from his maternal grandfather. He was a freedom fighter. That was a generation of ordinary people who fought the British and got us our freedom. He would tell stories. One of the voices in my head while I was writing was my grandfathers.---------03:02 - Mainak DharKaushal Mahesh Gupta 10:33:00 PM 03:02, Book, Book Reviews, Crime Thriller, Fiction, Mainak Dhar, Westland LtdMumbai, as it is known, is a city that never sleeps and stays true to the saying as well. A city that never sleeps, what it does throughout then? Work? Entertainment? Think? What all? That is something, one realizes or rather sees through with a first hand experience only after being in Mumbai and spending time exploring the city.There are various things that the city will offer you, right from entertainment to joy, from happiness to heartbreaks, from peace to persistence and from anything to everything. Being a Mumbaikar, I can affirm that the city has unity even in adversity and may divide around movie releases, elections and sports. Mumbai is the amalgamation of every single human emotion from good to worse. But, what if the city faces a blackout? A complete blackout? A thought, you wouldnt ever want to pass by your mind.I recently read 03:02, a book by author Mainak Dhar, who describes himself as a cubicle dweller by day and writer by night and is based out of Mumbai. Mainak Dhar has previously written books like Zombiestan, A Little Mayhem, Deadland, Phantoms Of The North amongst the others. 03:02 is a fictional story which revolves around the plot of a complete blackout in the metropolitan city of Mumbai and then the world at large. The story is about the combat and the fight back by everyone, it is about the survival first and then the existence.Book Review : 03:02 - Mainak DharBook Review : 03:02 - Mainak Dhar03:02 starts with introduction of Aadi, his routine and the changes his life is going through, only for betterment, but something keeps bothering him before he can make up his mind to accept the change. Aadi, is like any other human working in a corporate keeping the aspirations aside and then one day in the middle of the night, his life, his vicinity and the city get struck with a blackout, which at first seemed like a power cut. Moving ahead, the heroics of Aadi, come into the picture and how he plays a crucial role in an attempt to get rid of the blackout and the subsequently huge problem behind it. Does Aadi manage to get rid of the problem, and become a hero? Thats for you to read and find out.Mainak Dhar has taken the complete liberty as far as fiction is concerned, so some things, however unrealistic they sound in a real life scenario, can be ignored as a part of the overall story. The story at certain places raises concerns of global issues as a part of the narration and suggestive measures, by the protagonist, for the same are taken. In the book blurb, the author says that This is our story and while you read you do find it relevant.The subtle start slowly turns into a fast paced action thriller that grips you, and the detailing to the situation acts as an adrenaline rush to the story. The imagination that has been put behind the story is commendable and the writing compliments the same. I would recommend this book to anyone who would like to read something that revolves around science, geeky stuff, war and fiction.Other Details:Published By: Westland Ltd.Copyrights: Mainak DharISBN: 978-9385152962Genre: Fiction

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After finishing his schooling at Modern School, Barakhamba Road, and his undergraduation at Hindu College, Delhi, Mainak Dhar graduated from the Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad. He has spent two decades in the corporate sector, starting with Procter & Gamble in India. He spent eighteen years with P&G, fifteen of them outside India across the Asia Pacific region. In 2014, he moved back to India as the CEO of the India operations of a major consumer products multinational.

A self-described cubicle dweller by day and writer by night, Mainak is also the author of over a dozen books, some of which have been bestsellers in India and abroad. These books have been translated into Turkish, Vietnamese, Japanese, French, German and Portuguese. He lives in Mumbai with his wife, Puja, and their son, Aaditya. When not at work or with his family, he can usually be found working on, or thinking about his next book. Learn more about him and contact him at www.facebook.com/AuthorMainakDhar.

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As always, for Puja & Aaditya

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the processhe does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enoughinto an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Contents
ONE

Youre going to need a new business card.

That was how my boss, Dhruv Batra, announced to me that I was finally getting promoted. He handed over one of my business cards and I saw that he had crossed out my title and replaced it with a new one he had scrawled in his barely legible handwriting.

Vice President

Later that evening, just before we headed out for the celebrations, Dhruv leaned across his table and handed me a box of my new business cards.

Youre the boss now, Aadi. Well done.

I looked at the card I held in my hands. At my embossed name and the new title below it.

I had been with Excel Ventures for eight years, ever since I graduated from business school, talked into it by Dhruv, who had been an alumnus. Dhruv had held forth with me on how private equity was the future, about how I could really shine without having to crawl up a conventional corporate ladder. It had been a long journey, and I had dreamed of this day for many years, and now, finally, it was mine. I sat back in my chair and exhaled gently.

I watched Dhruv as he headed back to his cabin. He was leaving for another job, which he had not yet revealed to us, but it had been announced the usual way, that he had decided to pursue alternate interests. I was pretty sure I could get him to tell me all about his new job over drinks. I saw him packing up his things in his cabinthe cabin that was going to be mine when I stepped into office on Monday morning.

Dude, its a Saturday and youre the boss now. We would never have come into office today if it hadnt been to close the Ventura deal. The only reason we werent grumbling about coming into office today was that we heard from the grapevine that you would get announced today. So, can we head out for a drink now?

I looked up to see Kartik, who had joined a couple of years after me. He never needed more than the slightest of excuses to grab a drink, but four in the evening was pushing it even by his standards. Of course, this time my promotion was the excuse.

My promotion is not effective till Monday. See you at six.

You are a crusher of souls and a depriver of drink.

With that dramatic pronouncement, Kartik slunk back to his cubicle and I, crusher of souls and newly promoted VP, got up to get some printouts I had just fired. Stella, Dhruvs secretary was there, and she handed me a sheaf of papers as I approached the communal printer.

Here you go, Boss.

What was it with everyone calling me boss?

Stella, come on. Dont you get started with this boss business, please.

She smiled and said, Aadi, I am so happy to see you get this job. I know how hard you worked for it. Now you should find a nice girl, settle down and get on with the rest of your life.

Stella had been with the firm for close to twenty years, and had a son who was probably just a few years younger than me. Ever since I joined, we had become friends, regular members of a lunch group whose primary purpose had been to take a break from the manic tempo of work to catch up on gossip and bitch about the boss.

Would they bitch about me now?

I walked back to my cubicle and began to go through the slides I had printed out, making notations on the edges. Once one of my college friends had talked about how one needed some balance in life and how he appreciated it now that he was married and had a young kid. I didnt get it then, and I didnt get it now. Sure, at an abstract level, I supposed I would one day get married, but that was in the distant future somewhere. I was perfectly happy with my life, and with the balance I had. Work was not drudgery or something that kept me from other things in my life. It was an important part of my life, something that allowed me to use all the skills and education I had, and something that gave me a sense of achievement.

As I walked to the bathroom to freshen up before I packed up, I took a look in the mirror. At the age of thirty, I was perhaps a bit heavier than I had been when I passed out of campus eight years ago, but not by much. The hair was still all there, an unruly mop which I used to try and make behave but long given up on. I had put on only an inch around my waist, and was secretly proud that all my old jeans still fit. That came from working out every morning in the gym and keeping up my karate practice twice a week. I went to the local club to practice and help the sensei with teaching young kids. I did not stay in shape for vanity, not even for fitness, but perhaps to remind myself of what I had once been.

A reminder of that life was buzzing in my pocket. I took out my phone to see that it was my father calling. I had sent him a text message telling him about my promotion, promising him that I would call in the evening to chat in more detail.

Congratulations, young man.

His gravelly voice boomed across the phone line, his habit of raising his volume several notches when on the phone still very much there.

Thank you, Baba.

Your Ma would have been so happy to see this day. Heading up the Mumbai office, reporting directly to the CEO. Well done.

Thanks. How have you been?

I could hear him chuckle.

Still trying to keep myself busy and useful. Now that youve got that title you wanted so badly, listen to me and indulge a lonely old man in one last project of his. Get married and then I can die a happy man.

It was never too far from the surface, and it was now out there. The not-so-subtle emotional blackmail, reminding me that, as my father saw things, I still had not fulfilled one of my key duties as a son. That he was all alone after my mother had passed away four years ago, and that my not getting married was the one thing holding him back from feeling that he had done his duty. Wed had more than our share of arguments on the topic, but today was not a day I wanted to argue, so I just told him that wed chat about it later.

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