Manish Mahajan
Manish is a consulting professional with international experience in big and small corporations. He currently lives in Mumbai with his wife Pratima and son Viaan.
Born and brought up in the east, Manish is actually from the west, has lived in the south and talks like someone from the north. These pan Indian experiences flow into his writing and his stories are built upon cultural milieu from rural and urban India. His debut book "The Disappearance of Tejas Sharma...and other Hauntings: Ghost Stories from India" was published in 2013 and was well received.
In his youth, Manish was heavily interested in Greek mythology and had serious delusions of being a Greek god. Then on a summer afternoon, things changed. He heard the song ‘The Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden and realized that ghastly ghouls are more interesting than Greek gods. Today, he would just shrug off the fact that his cell phone number ends with a 666!
Wrapping a live adult Burmese python around his neck in Malaysia, surviving a 3 month stint in Saudi Arabia, swallowing a sea cucumber in China, watching the sun rise over Mt. Lantang in Nepal, visiting the Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt and losing all money at the roulette in Macao are a few highlights of his otherwise dull life. Outside his passion of writing, he maintains a lively bucket list of unfulfilled dreams. His eyes which see such vivid dreams are pledged and he would encourage everyone to do so as well
He can be reached at manizoya AT yahoo DOT com or www.facebook.com/manizoya
“That night, they spoke in hushed voices around the fire, almost expecting to see or hear something jump from the shadows. Gonjo had been spotted dancing on the railway station on last two consecutive nights. Such an innocuous act as dancing could surely have been ignored but the gravity of the matter lay in the chilling fact that Gonjo had died a week back. Those hushed voices were only adding more fuel to the fire, not the one which kept them warm, but the wildfire of ghostly hauntings by the Begunkodor railway station. What happened at the station this particular night, however, would clearly disabuse any misgivings towards the ghost of the dancing woman - Excerpt from the story 'Begunkodor Ghost Station”