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Shoaib Akhtar

I said to myself: “Hey Shoaib, you are an author now!” And once asleep, I dreamt I am a novelist. My new book is out (aptly titled ‘Conveniently Mine’)

Shoaib Akhtar Illustration by Sorit

On a recent Delhi-Mumbai flight, I became a serial dreamer. It was a smooth takeoff and, as we levelled at 33,000 feet, the seat belt sign switched off so I decided to take a quick nap. My book, Controversially Yours, had already created a stir in India over my sharp remarks about Sachin and Rahul, both of whom were no match-winners (they were in fact even afraid to face me). But to be honest, I was more pleased to be back in the news, this time as an author (although Anshu Dogra, my co-writer, helped a lot in putting the book together. But what the heck!)

Anyway, before I crashed out (‘slept’ I’m told is better usage, especially aboard planes!) I said to myself: “Hey Shoaib, you are an author now!” And once asleep, I dreamt I am a novelist. My new book is out (aptly titled ‘Conveniently Mine’) where yours truly is the central character again—the engine of the Rawalpindi-Lahore Express. I am a very committed one and run non-stop without going off track. This makes me the favourite of coach No. 1, who eggs me on. We are soon inseparable and ditch all the other coaches and run off to Karachi to check the tracks there and live happily ever after. (Incidentally, when I narrated this dream to Wasimbhai, he was rather dismissive. He snidely remarked that I should think of becoming a coach and not the Express since I had run out of steam. )

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