A Day in the Life of Jatin Kuberkar

The Treasure Syndicate by Jatin Kuberkar

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About the Book:

It happened at the dawn of Kaliyug when demon Kali resolved to enter Aryavarta and encountered the last Pandav king. A curse, followed by a blissful enlightenment gave the world its first ‘Nidhi-Palak’ or The Guardian of Treasure Troves in the form of Lord Kuber’s mortal son, Suta. The lineage of Suta has expanded with time and the Guardians have spread all over the world.
Children born under the Guardian lineage possess extraordinary talents. They are deeply connected with the universe and have special abilities to identify treasure trove. They often live a normal life but behind the scenes, they work as catalysts in the gargantuan task of Lok-Kalyan by excavating treasures. Acharya Neelkanth Agnihotri is a committed Guardian. To the world, he is an astrologer, but that is only a garb under which he searches for hidden treasures.
Bound by a complicated framework of coincidence, destiny and fate, the Treasure Syndicate is always a team of five; A destined personification of Knowledge, Wealth, Luck, Skill and Balance. Mahesh is a doctor by profession but he secretly finances missions for Acharya, Kumar is a taxi driver but he seems to be unusually ‘lucky’, Jabbar belongs to a family of legendary diggers and Srikanth is just a common man.
Real time treasure hunting is not a cake walk. There are no keys, no pointers, no maps or puzzles to solve, yet the conditions are never favorable. The trove in question is located under a century old house at a locality called Patthar Galli which has recently become a political hotpot. The syndicate’s record itself is filled with failures and a haunting past is their biggest enemy.
In a mysterious turn of events, Acharya, Jabbar and Kumar are jailed, and the said treasure is GONE!

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A Day in the Life of Jatin Kuberkar

Well, I’d like to reframe the question a bit… I’d say ‘A weekend in the life of Jatin Kuberkar’ because that’s when most of us are alive. Otherwise, the days of the week are like running on a treadmill – you are running your guts out, and yet getting nowhere 😊

So, in the work days of the week, I am like a Shuttle-cock. I shuttle from home to office and back. The only moments I live are, the morning tea with my wife, a tight hug to my son before he is off to school and a bye to my mom, as I leave to work.

Like any other metro city, Hyderabad also breathes amidst pollution, over-population, water scarcity and traffic jams. Commuting to the workplace is quiet an effort. Equal effort is required surviving in a corporate culture. So, I better keep off from disclosing anything on that front, else I’d write another novel about it…I seldom see the sunset on a weekday. It is mostly by 9 pm that I fly back to my nest. My son’s school stories, wife’s endless chatter, and mom’s ‘what to cook for lunch tomorrow’ question, sucks out the remaining energy and I sleep like an edict induced with a dose unconsciousness.

But…the author in me lives for a good 3 hours in work day, alone, chatting with myself, observing people, absorbing inspirations. That is my long commute to the office and back home. This is the time when the author in me is active. This is when I compile most of my ideas, here is where I summarize my thoughts and sketch the characters. 

Come weekend, there is so much to do and so little time! While most of it is consumed by ‘family’ work, afternoons are the time I allot for writing. This is time of when I actually realize my work done during the commute. Sitting alone in my room, filled with aromatic fragrance of incense sticks, I am busy typing, editing, reworking, documenting, reading or just daydreaming…

The so-called afternoon, at times ends at 4 to oblige my son’s constant request to take him to the park, but otherwise it ends directly into the night, 9 pm or even later than that. The incense keeps burning itself and so does the creative flame inside me. It holds me captive until it’s gets what it needs from me.

About the Author:

For the mortal world, I pretend to be a Software Engineer who works hard (or hardly?) in the hours of a day. I am the guy next door, a hard core Harry Potter fan and a movie buff. I literally ‘live’ every movie, I have strong opinions about its content and I hate it when a movie based on an interesting concept is messed up for the sake of commercial value. I enjoy watching cartoon shows (doremon, dora and Choota Bheem) with my son. I never get bored of listen to the endless chatter of my wife. When I’m not writing, I make toys for children.
But beyond the boundaries of this ‘cholesterol rich’ coil, I am a rider of rapturous thoughts. I am a thinker, a philosopher, a seeker, a story-teller, a writer, a wanderer and every other thing that a thought can be. At times some of these figments fire out of my thoughtful bowl and command me to write, muse, create, recreate, destroy…EXPRESS!
Who Am I? I have been asking this question to myself since 33 years, and I got a different answer always. Sometimes I get confused and think, am I asking the right question to seek the correct answer? or may be that am I missing the  whole fantastic universal drama around me while I am busy finding an answer to an irrelevant question?
Does the answer even matter?

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