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    Project Bollywood
    Project Bollywood
    Project Bollywood
    Ebook83 pages58 minutes

    Project Bollywood

    By Mahtab Narsimhan

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    Key Selling Points

    • In Project Bollywood a teen filmmaker tries to control every detail of his school project.
    • This book explores the themes of teamwork and the importance of challenging stereotypes. 
    • The story is built around a Bollywood script, which makes for lots of humorous hijinks.
    • The previous Orca Currents title by this author, Embrace the Chicken, has been very well received.
    • The author is of Indian descent and loved Bollywood movies as a child.
    • Enhanced features (dyslexia-friendly font, cream paper, larger trim size) to increase reading accessibility for dyslexic and other striving readers.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOrca Book Publishers
    Release dateApr 12, 2022
    ISBN9781459832138
    Project Bollywood
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    Mahtab Narsimhan

    Mahtab Narsimhan is an internationally published, award-winning author of over twenty critically acclaimed books. Mahtab writes for all age groups—from picture books to young adult novels—many of which have been shortlisted for the Silver Birch, Red Maple, SYRCA, MYRCA and CCBC Best Books for Kids & Teens awards. She is deeply committed to representation and inclusivity in her work.

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      Book preview

      Project Bollywood - Mahtab Narsimhan

      Chapter One

      Salman curled his scrawny biceps in time to the thumping beat of the dance music. He checked himself out in the gym mirror and generally liked what he saw. A handsome, if slightly—okay, very thin—young man. He had work to do though. He had the same name as a famous Bollywood star. He wanted to be as famous as that Salman Khan. He added squats while continuing to work his arms.

      Salman, your mother is on the phone, said Ramesh, walking into his room. He held out the cordless phone. She said she tried calling your cell phone, but no one picked up.

      Salman grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his face. Ramesh, who basically ran the Khan household, turned down the volume on the stereo.

      You could have knocked before coming in, Salman snapped.

      I did, but how could you have heard me? said Ramesh. His tone was soft.

      Salman immediately felt bad for his tone of voice. It wasn’t Ramesh’s fault that he was trying hard to look like his hero, Salman the Star. And the music had been loud.

      Hi, Mom, he said. Sorry, I was working out and didn’t hear my phone. What time are you and Dad getting home?

      Ramesh started to tidy up Salman’s room. Salman let him, moving toward the window.

      "What? Mom, you promised you’d be home by the weekend. The blockbuster Hungama just opened. We were planning to see it all together. Remember?"

      Salman noticed Ramesh standing in the doorway. He looked sad. Salman turned away from him, not wanting his pity. He wanted his parents to come home, but apparently that wasn’t happening anytime soon. He placed the handset down and put it on speaker. He picked up his weights and started doing more curls.

      These buyers are very demanding, said his mom. Your father and I are still negotiating the contract with the lawyers. We’ll be working the whole weekend. I’m sorry, Salman. But why don’t you invite your friends over? You said they loved watching Hindi movies with you.

      It’s not the same as watching it with my family, said Salman coldly. Your business always comes first.

      What do you want me to do? Shut down everything and just fly home? his mom asked, her tone sharp. You know what that would mean? Salman rolled his eyes, even though his mom couldn’t see him. He knew what came next. He’d heard it a million times before. No more expensive gadgets for you. No video cameras, or editing software, or big monitors to screen your movies on. We’ll stay home, live a modest life, and watch movies. Would you prefer that, Salman?

      Salman almost snorted. His parents had several companies that manufactured IT security equipment. These products and services were always in demand. Even if they retired now, they could all live comfortably for the rest of their lives. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. The fact was, his parents loved the luxuries money could buy, but above all they loved to work. Thrived on it. It was as important as the air they breathed. Their son, Salman figured, was more like a french fry to them. Fun to eat, but best had in small amounts.

      Okay, Mom, I get it, said Salman as he started doing some more squats. His mom was still talking, asking the usual questions about school, but he was in no mood to share. She was probably getting a more detailed report from Ramesh anyway.

      Salman? Are you there?

      Yeah, Mom, he said. But I have to go.

      Okay, love you, sweetheart, she replied.

      Bye, Mom, said Salman and disconnected the phone.

      He picked up his cellphone. Three missed calls from Mom. None from Dad. Ramesh was the one looking out for him and he’d been rude to him for no reason. He felt bad for a second. He’d make it up to Ramesh later. He texted his best friend, Jason.

      Want to hang out tonight?

      Jason texted back almost immediately.

      Can’t. Have to babysit sibs. Check with Maya and Arman.

      Maya and Arman were the other two of their group. If it weren’t for them he’d be as invisible in school as he was at home. He fired them each a text. Neither responded.

      Maya had so many extra-curricular activities going on, it was a wonder she had time to do homework. Arman was into biking and was making the most of fall. He wanted to get in as much time as he could before the snow made it tough to ride. He was probably out riding now. Sighing, Salman looked at the clock on his phone. He had time for a shower before lunch.

      Lunch was delicious. Ramesh, born and brought up in Chennai, had mastered the art of the crispy dosa with spiced potato filling. Even his friends raved about Ramesh’s cooking.

      "Great food, as

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