The 37th death.
[Text by Pupps Roy; photo by Unknown]
Seize the day. Indeed, the phrase “carpe diem” was coined for Pupps Roy, a migrant who came to New Delhi with steely determination and went on to climb the pinnacle of its high society.
Mr Roy made many friends, as well as many enemies in the capital’s exclusive circle of fashionable people. He was widely admired for effortlessly juggling his time between two married lovers (famous page-3 names by the way).
However, when Mr Roy breathed his last, he was in the middle of making love to some other man.
According to the anonymous person he was with, Mr Roy was moaning softly at the moment of his ejaculation from the world. Two empty bottles of Mouton Cadet were found under the bed.
A prayer ceremony will be held on Sunday in a private apartment in Defense Colony. Drinks will be served. A band will play the score of Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker, Mr Roy’s favorite ballet.
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