I’m a poor man’s poor man. That’s how broke I am. And going by the recent Zoroastrian ramifications in the city, I’m too poor to be a poor Parsi, either. It’s also one of the reasons I don’t have superrich friends. I’d love to call myself a poor writer as well but that would be farcical due to my commitments towards amphigory. But to your credit, there is no such thing called a poor man’s Chetan Bhagat. He’s just another former rotund banker who is molesting his thin luck. To that measure, even in the world of literature, the ugly gap between rich and poor is not only widening but also dividening.
The Great Wall of Money
The Great Wall of Money
The Great Wall of Money
I’m a poor man’s poor man. That’s how broke I am. And going by the recent Zoroastrian ramifications in the city, I’m too poor to be a poor Parsi, either. It’s also one of the reasons I don’t have superrich friends. I’d love to call myself a poor writer as well but that would be farcical due to my commitments towards amphigory. But to your credit, there is no such thing called a poor man’s Chetan Bhagat. He’s just another former rotund banker who is molesting his thin luck. To that measure, even in the world of literature, the ugly gap between rich and poor is not only widening but also dividening.