Each time I find a splinter from a long-forgotten toothpick in one of my trouser pockets, my eyes glaze over and I realise it’s been many weeks since I last went to a Big Book Launch (aka Cocktail-and-Kabab Destination). There are two happening this weekend, on successive nights (Kiran Desai’s on Friday, Upamanyu Chatterjee’s on Saturday), but I probably won’t be able to make it for those either. What I will be doing is backpacking (okay, bussing) it to Jaipur for the last two days of the Heritage Festival; they have a literary fest scheduled this year as part of the event and it sounds promising. (Of course, there’ll be plenty else happening - music and dance shows, a video art workshop and so on. Full schedule here.)
Chandrahas (who didn’t make it to Pakistan after all) and Nikhil will probably come along too. All in all it should be a lot more fun than watching a Test match where 1100 runs are scored for only eight wickets *sniffs and casts resentful gaze at Shamya and Amit*.