Writing a book is not a cup of tea :

We always say that Destiny favors our reflection to few and other just wait in queue for the same ………….

                                                                                                                                   Truth is factious and Fake is confined so if you walk through laxman rao you will find him a local chai walla but by any given chance if you stopped and started having conversations with him then you will suddenly say  “hey stop fuck this guy is genius “  because fiftyone-year-old Laxman Rao runs his own publishing house, Bharatiya Sahitya Kala Prakashan, from Vishnu Digambar Marg, ITO, Delhi.Situated between the Punjabi Academy and Hindi Bhavan, Rao prepares and serves tea from his roadside tea stall under the open sky (This happens only in India)

                                                 In his first title, Nayi Duniya Ki Nayi Kahani, he wrote in 1979, he narrated the hardships that he faced and the massive will he mustered to elevate, and then sustain himself as a writer. His play, Pradhan Mantri written in 1984, was an outcome of his encounter with then Prime Minister late Indira Gandhi at the Teen Murti Bhawan in 1984. "I completed the play in three months. The plot portrays the Prime Minister in a social set-up with her subordinates responsible for corruption. I was thinking of gifting the first published copy to her, when the news of her sudden death shocked the entire nation." He published his next novel, Ramdas, in 1992. It was sold in over 200 schools in Delhi. Recently, he was conferred with Inderprastha Sahitya Bharti Award. In Parampara Se Judi Bharatiya Rajniti, Rao has incorporated the experiences of his struggle.

Rao is the author of 18 novels, plays and political essays in Hindi, India's national language which is thought to vie with Spanish to be the world's third most-spoken mother tongue. Like most Hindi novelists he considers writing stories a calling, one he supports with the 4,000 rupees a month he makes from selling tea. "For 20 years I have made no money from my books."

                                                                       But Rao's luck appears to be changing. His novel Ramdas, about a wayward village boy who mends his ways only to drown suddenly, earned him 10 times as much money as he made from selling tea. He has handed over the running of his stall to his eldest son while he cycles around Delhi's libraries hawking his work. "I am the writer, the publisher, the salesman now," says Rao, 51. "There is a change coming even if I am too old to enjoy it."

Well this guy is certainly ready to say Buddha hoga tera baap……………….

                                       

Well maybe that’s why it is being called as “Incredible India”……………..

                                                                         

Credentials: The Economic Times