The year is 2009. Vyom Parashar is a vain and troubled no-gooder. Nearly all his troubles are uninspired creations of his own idle mind. This is the half-baked story of that half-baked man. You've been warned.
Perennially at the ends of his wits, Vyom's defence mechanism is crippled at best. When he finds himself rotting on a desk at work, he doesn't bother finding a new one. When he longs for kinship, he doesn't bother returning a hug. When he is told a truth he is afraid to hear, he doesn't bother affirming it.
And...when he is served everything he needs on a platter, he bolts to the next table.
His quest is as hopeless as him. Vyom doesn't know what he wants, and he is certainly not looking for it. He simply masks his naive arrogance by cooking up a new cause, attainable but vague, at each turn.
A reluctant ad man past his prime, Varun Sinha writes mediocre copy for brands with extremely low standards. To compensate for his ineptitude, he swears violently and writes mediocre fiction.