Do you have your dream obit?
Death by gobhi manchurian was the fate of this writer, or so he dreams. Read on to find out what Mayank Austen Soofi has to say.entertainment Updated: Oct 23, 2010 01:32 IST
Can you read your own obituary? I did. Last night, I dreamt that I was reading my own obit in
. I share it with you:
“MA Soofi, the writer whose quartet of Delhi books highlighted a body of fiction, verse, essays and criticism so weird and nonsensical as to place him in the first rank of South Delhi’s chicklit writers, died at Khan Market’s Chinjabi by Nature restaurant, according to a statement by Ulloo Books India, his publisher.
Of Soofi’s many novels, perhaps none captured the imagination of the public more than his tales about ordinary
eating Delhi-ites. Soofi had lived a writerly life largely outside the public eye. Friends said he had long struggled with eating disorder. Last Friday, he was spotted at a momo stall in Lajpat Nagar Central Market.
“It is with profound sorrow that we must announce the death of our most cherished author, who died due to over-eating
on Saturday 17, October 2010,” Ulloo Books India said in a statement to the UK-based daily
Soofi’s early life was indulged in butter chicken and
. He explored the themes in his 2003 novel,
The Physiology of Delhi Belly
, which follows an amateur gourmand, trying out the
of National Highway-8. Soofi had a passion for cookbooks, particularly by Tarla Mehta. He would go to Kaki da Dhaba, Pandara Road, retire to the dirtiest table where he would re-read one of Mehta’s books.
Swaroopa Dasgupta, editor for non-fiction at Ulloo, said, “Pandara Road will never be the same again.” Before he died, Soofi was fattening a goat for a meat-curry party.”