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How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life

Since the book-concerned media is completely busy churning up more news on the already well-established embarrassment of the young plagiary-artist, I thought I would join the gang, and participate in the anti-Kaavya parade. While in one corner, the Rushdiean voice has been crooning that the author is a victim of her own ambition, in another dimension of the world, her “limited edition” second-hands are being sold at four hundred and ninety five freaking US dollars. People say this, and people say that, I would say this-and-that, since it is a proven fact that double-standards have their own ways of right in this country. As though the permanent book withdrawal and nullification of the contract weren’t enough to spoil the girl’s not-yet-begun career, Harvard is now actively considering taking disciplinary action. Probably the US government should also consider canceling her citizenship, and sending her to Mars. If she still fails to do something original, and jumps back to earth copying the previous person who had landed on Mars, she could be tried again, this time with fresh charges. Humph, feeling better...

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