Kritidhara (Kittu) Pant, The Travel Writer Who Hasnt Traveled In The Last 10 Years

Screenwriter Parinda Joshi, whose latest book Made in China (HarperCollins India) starred Rajkumar Rao last year, will publish her fourth novel in a very dysfunctional family drama, HarperCollins India.

The main author of the new book is Kritidhara (Kittu) Pant, a travel author from Lucknow who has not traveled for 10 years.

Kate Pant lives in a family full of rebellious men. At the top of the Order begins Hribanat Brahma Pant, patriarch of the Panther family, known as the High BP, a retired banker who cannot share paradise without arguing with his son. Next up is Ravish Pant or Ravi Pant, the prince of the Panther family, an excellent reporter. This is Shamik Pant, an impatient alpha twin man, և № 2, a lovely and shy twin, Nishant Pant, a stage actor. Bark Twain, a proud dog and boy with a poster for male privileges, is an unforgiving sexist who doesn't seem worthy of eye contact. He is said to be prone to literature. And finally, PG Woodhouse, a friend at 3pm, who gives us great tips from time to time to make her smile.

Kitu, 25, has left Lucknow only twice in his life. The first visit included the grandmother's last rituals. The second visit was fortunately a wedding, but she returned home to bury her mother. You are not guilty, they said. I'm not so sure. Worst of all, he did not forgive his mother for leaving him alone in a house full of men.

Is there anyone at home who can share their deep thoughts? Do you like the awful details of the monthly edition of Red Russian River? Yes! Think about why one of its ropes bends more than the other. Tso. Why can't he get into jeans on Wednesday? Yes? He pays attention to the endless problems of their relationship, manic temptations, simple dreams. Please. Do you understand that he does not mean everything he says or does not say? Very crazy. What was he? If you smile! Do you turn off all the lights at night? Do you find this job? Think of her as a family member who helps out financially. Eh, no, you're a girl.

Men's House is a novel about false beginnings, failed attempts, chaotic love, refreshing family ties, the ability to understand ... shown in humorous buckets.

Below is an excerpt from the book.

I live worse with enlightenment, Keith thought without charity. Whenever he was in it, he destroyed it with his great, undeniable truth. the truth that came out of them during all this time.

After an inspirational afternoon, he leafed through several travel magazines in his office on the subject of travel in Lucknow's Hazratganj district. It was then that a life-changing quiz caught him. He wrote carelessly on the trip, answered every question with great sincerity, and carefully translated the relevant answer in various ways. He was just honest, he took random exams, that is.

If your "yes" number ...

He immediately thought of his "yes" as if life depended on him. There were only fifteen. It makes me feel better to go to Bali or some exotic island, where I can relax in endless pools and watch the hotel staff feed the birds with freshly chopped papaya. An effective idea came to his mind. He rubbed his hands in anticipation of a great discovery, and returned in search of fifteen answers in a row. And it happened here.

If your "yes" number is between twelve and fifteen, we apologize for being a church rat. Don't hate us;)

What one? He sighed sharply and read again. church rat? Which church rat? He said the tension between his eyebrows was obvious.

Now he wasn't really the face of the quiz. Sometimes he got involved in something out of "too much confusion" and became more interested than he was, usually drowning. He had little faith in the logic of the algorithms used by the quiz participants. Who were these people who took the quiz in these magazines? He would think. Psychologists? Sociologists? Or a group of trainees who eat heart-shaped cookies, colorful fizzy drinks, often lick their lips, enter the cell, laugh, push each other, collect meaningless questions and so many illogical answers. Have they thought about how these quizzes can irreparably destroy a reader's self-confidence? "Don't blow too much," said a voice from the beginning. Well, he didn't murmur to anyone.

He had just been cruelly marked, not understanding the meaning. It had to end. And so he set out on a dangerous journey to find the truth on the Internet.

The church rat is a quiet person who goes to church regularly and often.

It was amazing. He was religious and went to church from time to time, but it could not be more important than a travelogue. He continued his investigation with a broken heart.

The proverb of the church mouse is a man who spends his whole life together. This person lives and dies in the same place without encountering the external environment.

He sighs. Innumerable desires were crushed in it.

This moment has come to life a billion times. Slide out of your arms in a cheerful yellow rescue suit by the door with bags full of wedding sweets. The mother was taken to a bamboo frame, tied tightly with a beaded cord, and wrapped in white sheets, with a tulle crown that carefully reflected her face from the cotton. Sounds, applause, excruciating pain. He has not left the city since.

There is another version of this statement: the church is as quiet as a rat. This applies to those who are very quiet, because someone will probably be in church. They saw one, but did not hear it.

Thus, the magazine hit him twice in less than thirty seconds.

"You don't know anything about me," he said, and picked up the magazine and pushed it back as the chair lit up and threw it in the trash can under the table. The first thing that was said about him was not effective, but the verdict, which he could not even accept, was very accurate. He really was a church rat.

His name was Kitu, abbreviated Kritidhara. Critidhara Pants. The late grandmother called him, as they say, with love, because she meant the owner of glory. The only fame that earned him this title was that he raped her for countless hours during his school years. He was very scared on stage, and every time it was his turn in front of the class, he would get up and read or give something. The children told him that he had two names, Crete and Dhara, but he did not have the courage to do both.

Kitu was born in Lucknow to a loving family with great success by his father. His mother's family was a little happier than the status quo, as it was full of people who slept three times a day, sometimes keeping their apple orchards in barrels. Calmness was not a respectable term for them. That's why all the women in her mother's family had apple peels. pink, bright and flawless, and there was a constant peach glow instead of dark spots under the eyes. Presumably, he will inherit. The whale was unlucky with the apple peel. It's more like a wrinkle-free history. He hated to sleep.

The death of his mother's grandmother was undoubtedly the only chance to see him in Lucknow, another city where he had lived all his life. This was the only time he had married a girl from his cousin Nainital. The journey ended tragically, capturing his heartbeat. He lost everything in that tragic moment. the belly that creates and works, the hand that nourishes the soul, the heart that comforts with the warmth of a thousand blankets. Suddenly, life became fleeting, hopeless, and meaningless. For a while nothing felt real, her constant lover fell asleep. Time did not heal his wounds. Instead, he collected these painful images in a solid metal trunk with the largest unimaginable castle and buried it in the depths of the earth. Nose never accepted this memory, and for some reason did not allow him to lie down longer than he could breathe. So far it has worked for him.

We are on the road again. No one in his family traveled. Friends, big family, college, work, favorite places to walk, favorite restaurants, hobbies, non-activities, even the gods were all limited to Lucknow. "We have everything we need here, why are we going somewhere?" He said when he was growing up at camp or on vacation with a friend. It had been a long time since his mother had died. Very little has changed since then. Baba Saheb graduated from Ambedkar University with a degree in journalism and later worked for a travel magazine. His job offer letter is about four years old.

The proverb of the church mouse is a man who spends his whole life together.

The words rang in his brain, reflected throughout his body, like the sound of "Om." However, it did not have a calming effect on Ohm. It was reminiscent of the dark sound effects of a more repetitive and boring Hindi TV series. mine? Really?

When life with five adult men (including a brave dog) could be determined, much of his adult life was extremely repressive. In fact, six adult men, if any, questioned Woodhouse when P. felt lonely. Many times he responded with something funny or strange, for example, just need a new hobby. Can you try to clean the thread? Sometimes he said things that changed his life. Other times it was normal. However, it made him laugh.