Last #CelebrateBlogging BlogAdda sent me a book that titled “horseshoe Garage,” if I am not mistaken it was almost an year ago.

The author was Hitesha, usually there is a curiosity about the blurb, if that’s interesting enough then one wonders about the author. Well coming to the cover,

A chocolate brown with Horse shoe Garage written and a “O” is modified to a horseshoe. Okay though a triffle cliché it was acceptable.

The blurb says though he has gotten used to his salary and his job at grant motors, sarvesh still finds himself waking up in the middle of the night, his heart pounding with excitement ofa Neo-racing dream. The technologically advanced car and the smell of burnt rubber of the tyres haunt him all the time. And the rest.

#Fantstico (7)
EFT suggestion — cars are beautiful.

The book promises a the thrill of neo-car racing and the murky world behind it. the author is either genuinely confused or does not care if she is delivering a coropate sleaze or car-racing thrill. Yet what she lands up dishing a tepid MillsandBoons order of romance instead of the tall dark handsome stranger, I think like the current “more than man woman” her heroine is the hero.

#Fantstico (3)
EFT suggestion — racing can be clean fun.

The author has this too good to believed heroine who is a fourth grade schooled, drop out who works in a garge, name Naaz Latha Shiek.. who keeps the garage boys at bay. She is a self taught automobile engineer and guess what the author is lucky that the IIT’s have not sued her. because our baby Naaz builds the car with Sarvesh and Rags the IITians drolling.

Sarvesh and his friend Rags who has an impossible south Indian name that one does not really come across in the south. Rags girlfriend Kam is initially starts off as a dumb blonde but obviously dyes her hair to become the aesthetic designer of the car and eventually the PR head.

Back to the car the team of three IITians, one car-ignormous and half a dozen garage hands is lead by the wonderwoman Naaz. Their design stolen twice, second time five days before the neo-racing. Sarvesh the race driver is beaten up,yet the hero wins the race.

#Fantastico Team D1
EFT suggestion it takes good friends to build a team.

The romance between Sarvesh and Naaz is kept puritanical with the apparent focus being the car, and the race. Of course there is Sarvesh’s mother who plays the villain in the romance by insulting  Naaz, by throwing her school drop-out status, her being a muslim and whatever else she can throw. Also foisting a school friend’s daughter Aarti as Sarvesh’s fiancée.

Over all what the author does succeed in doing is delivering a Indian Thali which is okay, nothing that any one would in particular for a second helping.

What  really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you the author that wrote was a terrific friend of yours and you could call her up on the phone whenever you felt it. well this does not happen.

What does come across is the author’s  wistful presentation of her altar ego. I can actually visualize a Tanaz Currim look alike sitting up in a tower high on the Himalayas and writing a chronicle of what would add colour to her life.

A good read for a journey back from work.

Author Hitesha

Publisher Leadstartcorp.

ISBN 978-93-82473-45-9

ps the EFT suggestions helped me carry through the book.

pps: Maybe this vindicates the author — http://social.yourstory.com/2016/02/siwakoti-sharma/

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

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