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Gun-toting detectives, deadly dons, mystical tantriks and
spunky women — there’s no mistaking the ingredients of a
Surender Mohan Pathak novel. But to get your hands on one of
the bestselling works by this doyen of Hindi pulp fiction,
you’d probably have to head for the railway station.
Elbow your way past the passengers rushing to board the 2560 Up
Shivganga Express, find the lone well-stocked bookseller, make
yourself heard amid the clamour of chai garam and grab your
copy. What if you don’t know Hindi and you’re still dying for a
racy read, desi-ishtyle? Now, an English translation of a
Pathak blockbuster — the first for any Hindi pulp fiction
writer — promises all the thrills, chills and kills of the
original whodunit.
