Am I stuck with writer’s
block? One may wonder, considering the dwindling number of blog posts I have
been churning up during the past couple of months. But the truth is that, my
mind has been shuttling between matters concerning something very important in my life- A milestone in itself. In fact, it has been over stuffed with words, themes,
fitting conclusions, gripping plots and eye grabbing titles; or at least, with
the undeterred thoughts to conjure the same. Briefly speaking, I have been
working on a manuscript for the past one month. On times like these, one might
find it difficult to divert one’s focus from the undercurrents of the writing
process at hand, to indulge in even the daily chores, let alone penning down a
few lines, unrelated to the theme of the manuscript. As much as the process of
working on a solo book is tiring, I cannot ignore the fact that it is
exceptionally gratifying. You discover parts of you that you haven’t realised
existed in you all these years. You turn diligent, working on the subtleties of a story,
sharpening the innateness of the characters, dissecting each shred of the plot
to refine it to the desired form that has been playing around in your head
all the time. Editing the work, quite interestingly has been taking almost
double the time that had taken for the actual process of writing. I am not
complaining, for polishing a story to heighten the flavours, such that it would
transform into a better delicacy, is something that I enjoy a lot.
Keeping aside all the
prominent factors that pop up in one’s head at this juncture, I would like to
add something which has been tugging at the introspective thread of mine, over
the past few weeks- The nugget that one definitely learns from his or her
experience, be it a mistake or a victory. If I go on to explain it linking it
to the aforesaid, I believe I will be able to make my point clearer. Let me put
it as a small list, as it would help to make myself clearer.
need to strike through heaps of words that you painstakingly wrote down, to
make your story better. Hesitating to do so might cost you a lot; that might
even make your story hollow. Read through your work, again and again and
rewrite it hundred times before you come up with something you are satisfied
2.The word count
should not limit your writing. Take as many words as you want to make your
point vivid and flawless. Unless you are writing for a contest, there is no
hard and fast rule that your story should contain only a limited amount of
words. Do not start writing with a pre determined words count in your mind.
Write as much as you want. You can always edit it to a particular length later
if you are that adamant (do make sure that it is not exceptionally long, for it
might cost you in the selection process). This is my opinion, for I happened to
come up with short, incomplete stories in the beginning, which lacked a soulful
essence. I now feel that if I intend to write a short story, I should keep it
in the 4000- 6000 word count range. You may differ in your experience or line
of thought. I would love to hear it from you, if so.
3.Make a second
person read your story. It can help you pick out those tiny thorns on your bed
of roses, that a reader alone might notice, which in turn can prompt you to
remove those seemingly unobtrusive loop holes and loose ends in your story, before
you send it out to the publishers.
along the way, reading good books can lead you back to your track. I have heard
people being inspired to create fresh changes in their story that way, but for
me, reading is a process that simply inspires me to just write. It is alluring
enough for me to sit down once more and let my mind be blown over by the sublime
beauty and intensity of catharsis.
5.You learn to
look around more while in the process; you learn to observe people and mind
you, there is no dearth of inspiration in this multi hued, multi cultured
society that we are living in. I feel that, moreover, you learn to sympathise
with people, with their agonies, joys and turmoil. You learn to empathise with
them. You learn to decipher the raw emotions that have been a part of your soul
forever, unknowingly, implicitly. You are made a better person, in more ways
than one. Again, my opinion. One may find it unlikely.
So, that is all
for the time being. I realise that the learning curve has just commenced. There
is a long way to go before I judge me not being a novice anymore. And I hope
dearly that I continue to pen down my thoughts here regularly from this day
onwards. Keep visiting this space to know more about my journey and my new
I am including
here, a small excerpt from my new story, that forms part of a short story
anthology, my first sole project.
I am excited beyond words as I write this post today. In my recent post I had mentioned about my dream ship - The short story anthology by five writers - Along with me, Tanima Kedar, Ishan Dafaria, Anuj Kumar and Akash Deep. The book was released online on the auspicious day of Vijayadasami. Here are the ebay and ShopClues link :- Ebay :- Click here and show some love :) ShopClues :-Here I am including here the blurb of the book along with an excerpt of one of my stories - He loves me not. Just to remind, this anthology has three of my stories published. The blurb of the book :-
Drag, it can, from the splendours of dawn to the gloomy even-fall; sooner or later, but, it touches us all – LOVE.. indeed. "Love and Other Enchantments" is a collection of fifteen heart-rending love stories where in each will reveal a new facet of love and will arouse a new set of emotions and even newer perceptions of relationship, sacrifice, devotion, depression, hurt, lust and madness. Loose yourself in a whirlwind of emotions, only to be rescued by that thing called love. The Fictitious Five is a group of five writers. Maliny MohanIshan Dafaria Tanima KedarAnuj Kumar Akash Deep Gupta all united by their unabating passion for writing. They believe in the power of words and aspire to keep weaving them to create delightful stories that touch the hearts of the readers.
Excerpt from my story 'He Loves Me Not' :- '.........The moon was shining the brightest, showering powdery white rays over the surroundings. A light refreshing breeze slid past her, on the cue to which she wrapped her coat tightly around her, consoled by nature's gesture. An eerie silence reverberated in the deserted parking lot which made her quiver a bit. All at once, as if to prove her worst fears right, a sense of vertigo blinded her which seemed to over haul her more and more with each passing second. Whether it was due to the overpowering drink or due to the hot rush of hormones seeping into the kinky recesses of her cacophonous brain, she couldn't conjure a reason at that harrowing moment. The very next second, she slumped to the floor as if in a bolt, a groan escaping her throat............' ************* I would like to thank the readers of my blog, who have always encouraged me with their resounding presence and through the indelible imprints they left behind as comments. Do take a took at the links and buy the book if you find it interesting enough :)
My association with animals started a long time back; when I was 10 to be exact. The acquaintance took its inception in the delicate, dust scented pages of Enid Blyton’s ‘Secret Seven’. While the exhilarating adventures of the kid gang insinuated deeper into the avid reader in me, the loyal dog Scamper never failed to amuse me with his charm. The chord that connected me to dogs strengthened a year later or so when a friend introduced Timothy to me, the adorable dog who stole the limelight in the Famous Five series. Harking back, I remember nurturing a heartfelt desire to own a pet as enticing as Timothy, someone to play with, someone to be my partner in crime, someone to keep me company in the dark hours of solitude. Maybe God answered a child’s prayer faster than an adult’s, for before I could present the matter to my parents, and before they could reject it hands down, I was presented with a cute little puppy, lost, hungry and panting at my door steps. Being scared to touch it, lest it bit me, I remember putting on my brother’s cricket gloves to scoop the beautiful bundle in my arms to carry it inside to replenish him with food, milk and a cozy abode. I named him Timmy as any dog who could conquer the heart of the little me could be nothing else but Timmy to me. However the inevitable descended on me before long, as he started throwing up tantrums not befitting a 10 year old child’s friend and my parents ,who were already not quite happy with the idea of sheltering a stray dog were left with no choice but to discard him somehow or the other. And that forgettable day, when the sky was inky and crowded with clouds, as if they offered a hand in the crime by shrouding the earth in darkness, my dearest Timmy was packed in a box( with air holes) to be discarded somewhere distant. Gloomy days were to follow. Reading a novel turned out to be hardest thing I could conjure myself to do as the shy face of my dog seemed to sprout in each and every page. But before long, I forgot all about Timmy. Time heals, truly said. Coming back to the present, I can’t help but shout out that I am cuddling a creamy white bundle of treasure while I am writing this account. Confused? Let us turn the reel back a few months to make matters clearer. A stray cat stated frequenting my house around six months back. Being drowning deep neck in studies as my exams were nearing she could instill little interest in me then. Nonetheless, to my awe, the house started witnessing an unprecedented event those days. Yes, my parents were her biggest admirers! They fed her. They talked to her. They patted her. They made it a point to never forget to buy fish for her while they shopped for kitchen supplies. They called her sweet names. Need I say more, she was the darling of the family!
She is all grown up now!
Having performed my exams, with loads of time to spare, I started noticing the guest who would wander around in my house, sleep on the ice cold floor as if she owned it and pay me little heed, let alone acknowledge me. The emotions that were once locked away in the dusty crevices of my past resurface a second time, much to my surprise. She conquered me in the blip of a second and in no time she was my soft, fluffy, lazy friend. She responds to my voice, sighs when I pat her and rubs her neck against my legs when she misses me. Moreover, she is my pacifier who consoles me in times of worry, to cloak me in a warm blanket of comfort, placing a smile on my lips, however disturbed I am. One look at her and the world seems a better place to harbour. Pets would, perhaps, be the most wonderful companion anyone could get! ~~
P.S : I wrote this post two months back. It had been lingering on the draft section. But now I have a reason to put the post across. My cat gave birth to four kittens! Let me tell you, they are a treat to watch!Check out the photos :)
In one of my previous posts, I had mentioned about a short story anthology, titledLove and other enchantmentswhich has been sailing, albeit along crests and troughs, for a few months now. Two days back we received the design of our book's front cover.The publishers had asked us if we had any particular suggestion regarding the diagrammatic representation of our collection, and we had conveyed the theme that was brewing in our minds. The theme was solely love and its essence, although a bit skewed towards the poignant nature of it, more than the picture of mushiness that most people tend to associate love stories with. And this is owing to the fact that each story in the anthology is soulful, portraying the sheer intensity of the varied shades of love, rather than focussing merely on the exhilarating nature of it. Here, take a look at the design and you will know :-
I would like to thank the publishers- Blue Rose Publishers for being thoughtful enough to listen to us and for having come up with a cover design, which exudes evocativeness as much as subtleness. And it should not be left unsaid the sturdiness of our group - The Fictitious Five, members of which being along with me, Akash Deep, Anuj Kumar, Ishan dafariaand Tanima Kedar, because of which, despite having had conflicting ideas at times, we could dissect each one's opinion to reach a fitting conclusion. Having let out a few nuggets about my new venture, I would also like to add that, our dream ship is now on its final lap, gearing for release, which should happen in a couple of weeks. Stay with me for more updates :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dreams form an inevitable part of a human's life. They inspire us, prompt us and ignite us with the much needed impetus to move forward surviving all odds to finally make the desire a reality. We don't always end up with what we dream, but at other times we do. We aren't offered opportunities in a platter most of the times, but at other times, we stumble upon opportunities while carousing our way through the life pathway. Life is such - weird, instinctive and purposeful - all rolled into one. So coming to the purpose of this post, a lot has been happening in my life lately. Being someone who loves reading blog posts with thoughts detailed in an alluring manner, my heart nudges me to do the same, as I outline the incidents one by one.
There comes a day, as the body's work cycle makes a complete circle, when you start having that irksome feeling of drive draining from your body. And by drive here I mean the command of your inner diligent self that inspires you to put forward your best effort in whatever you do.
Moving across the cacophonous lives of people displayed on the medium, I take a minute to adsorb in the many vagaries of life. In the frantic hurry to grab limelights, nurturing an implicit intention to be noticed in the crowd, aren't we knowingly or unknowingly forgetting the truest joys of mankind? To be appreciated is anyone's secret desire and it comes without say that there is indeed no harm in it. But, have you ever wondered that, perhaps, there exists an invisible fine line between a desire and greed?
Months fly by in a jiffy.
Harking back, they seem to dissociate into powdery thin bits of the past, those moments
that arrived into your life with magnanimous gestures. Few of them manage to
remain equally important several days from the happening, but few others fail
irrevocably. Maybe it's an idea worth upholding to jot down nitbits from the
past,however trivial they may seem in the big picture, so that several years
down the lane you would find yourself sweeping away the dust from the attic
only to confront the long forgotten gems of your life, the things that made you
who you are.