Write soon but Edit sooner!!

Writing a children’s book turned out to be one of the most interesting things that I have ever done. But the editing, the never-ending editing is taking forever. Firstly, it never lets you have a nap in peace. That’s funny because that’s what my book is called. ‘The Nap Time Adventures’.

You are always thinking of how the story must end, can end or could end. If you notice my confusion, it could give you an idea, of how my story editing went. I loved the writing process. An idea came and I sat with it and the story flowed. Words and grammar etched in my mind, they were. It seemed so simple.

But then, my story writing was not the end. The editing seemed to take longer. It took forever. I noticed enough errors, to make me want to stop writing. Structural and grammatical were they!! A story built on certain ideas, especially when it is a child’s imagination that one has to write about. It is amazing the things I thought of, my imagination seemed to have no bounds, whatsoever then…

It seemed to make sense then, why was it not making the same sense now? As a child, I would walk across the paths barefoot, but now I cannot seem to take a step, afraid I am of the rough rocks and thorns.

As a child, I did not mind the wounds I came home with. But now, I seem to… I had no sense of time, or feeling or mood! I was liberated every single day. I would not feel cold or hot, then. Now, the summer heat never seems to stop and the air conditioner gets too chilly. 

But right now, I feel the need to have the same sense of feeling I did, then… Non-Feeling… Because I feel that kind of a non-feeling is necessary when I edit. No attachment, no fondness. Nothing but plain, cold non – feeling. 

Writing and editing are inseparable. If you write, perhaps it would make more sense if you could edit it within a day or two. Or you might just get stuck, thinking … some more… and more.

And sometimes that will not make any sense. Do I make any sense now?? :)

Next Time: Why Nap Time Adventures??

Why writing for those little ones is tougher than you think…

My first few stories were not for kids, actually they weren’t for anybody. I just about ended up writing a little and sent them off to a website, which was nice enough to like and appreciate them. And publish them!!

My writing spree stopped with me getting a job as a journalist, and so the writing went on and off for the next few years. I began again, writing up to forty stories. Not for kids or adults. I guess I thought they would do. Anyways, after receiving a few rejections, dejected I began reading about these authors who’ve had to deal with the rejection tag. And counting the same, I began guessing I would need a few more rejection letters before my book would actually get published, until…

I was lucky enough to receive a mail from a certain editor, where she actually read my stories and sent me some feedback, at least. I jumped up and down as if she had agreed to give me the Pulitzer… 

I was happy that she had read it, and had a little something to say. So, now I’ve begun again… my first book of short stories for kids is almost ready. We’ve got to see, how it goes this time…

Few tips:

Kids are the toughest creatures to write for.

They are neither simple minded nor silly.

They do not just like pink flowers nor tiny cricket balls.

They are people with an excellent imagination.

They probably can’t add as well as you do, but definitely know how to put two and two together.

They do not enjoy it when you talk down to them.

They would appreciate an illustration or two, so they can check if your childish fantasy matches their sense of imagination.

They have a better sense of humour than you do.

Just because they don’t laugh their shoes off, does not mean they don’t get your joke. It just means that it wasn’t a joke in the first place.

So, with these thoughts, I will close this page. And get back to ahem…writing…

Book Review: 'Sita's Ascent' by Vayu Naidu

Sita’s Ascent reads like Sita’s Descent literally as well, and not just going by the cover. When I first bought the book, I was hoping for it to read a little differently. Though, of course when I saw the cover of the book, which depicted Sita going back into the ground on the lap of mother earth, I should have known how it would read. 

Yet, I bought it hoping that it gave Sita, her due chance. The Ramayana was the first mythological book I have ever read. I remember when I first read it as a child, that I had not followed it like the Mahabharata as it lacked the sleekness of the Mahabharata. 

Sita’s Ascent claims to be Sita’s version of events. It deals with the aftermath of the war. Of Rama, of Lava and Kusa, of Valmiki, of Urmilla, of the great Ashwamedha and of Hanuman.

Yet, all these characters including the protagonist, Sita seem to be weighed down by Rama. After all, the Ramayana was his story. 

It does not show Sita as a character with strength and courage. But as somebody, who is firstly the damsel in distress, and then as the sacrificing and patient woman, that she must have been.

It fails to remind us of her true character, the same strong woman, who managed to move Shiva’s bow while playing, showing not just her physical strength but also her mental ability. 

Also, the courageous woman who willingly followed her husband into the forests of Panchavati and the heroic woman, when she transforms into a fearless icon, who defies Ravana during her forced stay in Lanka. 

Also, a lady with immeasurable patience while she awaits her husband and then goes through the fire when Rama doubts her morality. 

There are so many points at which Sita’s true character with all its essential elements could have come out, but it was sadly lacking in this book.

This bit about the time with Valmiki, the unusual birth of Kusa and her children’s fight with Rama is a small one. And so it remains. I did hope for more of Lava and Kusa, at least. Anyway, it ended and it was much awaited too. 

While it could have touched so many elements to bring out the real Sita, it just shows her as a weak victim of all the atrocities that she is put through. Therefore, the damsel in distress remains true to her character. I had hoped for a little more from the book, a certain subtlety, perhaps. Because this book, does not run its course. 

I felt that it had too many interruptions, too much justification for characters like Rama and Lakshmana. It fails to show what Vayu Naidu attempts to show. The problem, I thought lay with the manner in which it was written. Should it be the novella or play, or perhaps the performance of oral traditions, which the author is known for?

This seemed to be a melee of these elements. If the author had found an underlying theme only then could she have converted these things in her mind before she convereted it into the book. It becomes very difficult for readers to imagine anything, as not even a single element of the heroine's personality comes across.

Naidu claims in her Note, that instead of viewing Sita as the victim that I should empathise and identify with her character. 

But then again, even if I wanted to, then what was the point of the entire story, which she weaved. ‘Had Sita been a victim she would not have survived’, is what Naidu says.

But then, how would she explain so many characters in reality today, who are suffering and going through the pain and hurt, everyday which Sita was put through? And are still surviving…

Rape doesn't need discussion. It needs punishement.

I do not know whether to be thankful to the Lok Sabha or just plain angry. What does make me angry was the fact that most MPs and Ministers were missing. Only 168 members of the LS were present, though it went up to 198 during the amendment session. 

Sadly, Sonia Gandhi who seemed to be present during the long debate, was absent during the actual passing of the bill, not to mention our PM and also the Congress VP, Rahul Gandhi, among others. Not to mention the opposition too. BJP’s party president Rajnath Singh was missing from action as well.

I mean apparently, all these so called members who are supposed to represent us are missing. So, what happened? I would like to know. 

Firstly, it is happening only in the wake of what happened to the student in the Delhi bus. Isn’t it a shame that it is only now, that the government wakes up, as does the news media in reporting the same. If one has noticed it is only now, that I am reading about rapes almost every day in the newspapers. It is a crying shame that I am reading about even little children being raped every other day.

Shouldn’t they be punished severely? Should the society not want to punish these rapists? One reads everyday about children being raped, even infants. How could we let it go?  They deserve a worse punishment.

Instead, all these people were up in arms about consensual sex being down to 16? I mean why does this even warrant a discussion? Would it change anything? 

Of course, we should all be thanking our stars that the LS left the age at 18. Even worse, was the entire discussion on how to term the word, rape?  Honestly, in the wake of things, it was not even a matter for discussion. 

Having a lengthy debate about such a bill is not a matter of pride. It is a crying shame. The members should have stood together in the discussion against rape and the severest of punishments meted out for it.

Indians can be truly proud, when our representatives stand together against rape and its repercussions, when we hand out the worst punishments to such people who have gone against this law and hurt the moral fibre of not just the society but also, all the women who have been victimized.

More unnecessary discussion at the Rajya Sabha now. Whatever for?

Of Trilogies and More…

It seems to be the time for trilogies and I of course, in my desperate need to find out what would happen next, do read them. They are not of a suspenseful nature, but the thing about writing, masterful or otherwise is what draws me to them.

And unfortunately, I did not find the good trilogy. Of course, this is going to be a little odd, because not only am I mentioning a brilliant author (Jeffrey Archer) but also a mediocre one (Amish).Archer and Amish struggle after the first book. That's the funny thing about trilogies. The author has to maintain the pace, emotion and the need to read the next one, whatever the reason may be.

Archer failed to do it his second book, and in the third one he manages to pick the reader's interest before dropping the ball. Same with Amish. His first book draws the audience in thanks to firstly, the subject and secondly, the suspense. I looked forward to the second one, but it did not live up to expectations.

Wonder how JK Rowling did and Archer too, earlier? The second book had to have a subject, and the subtle characterisations, which draw the reader in, making you, feel as if you are a character. Basically, you have to ‘own’ the book.

While I mentioned that Archer was brilliant in his first book and was hoping for the end in the first one itself, it did not work too well in his mind. The second book, ended with the promise of the third one, ‘Best Kept Secret’. Unfortunately, Archer is right. This book would have ‘best been kept a secret’.

It almost felt like a third rate Hindi soap opera especially, with Giles Barrington’s wedding to Lady Virginia. You have the usual nonsense about a woebegone love story, a marriage, and a divorce. I am yet to find out why this entire episode was created, built and ended.

Of course, you do see Harry Clifton go from a mediocre writer to a clever author, Emma Barrington go from an innocuous housewife to a brilliant woman, showing every bit of the woman she was in the second book, ‘Sins of the Father’. 

And now, in this book, you are also further introduced to Sebastian Clifton and the book ends with well, not the end but unfortunately a promise of another one. Should I mention the fact that I did not ask for them in the first place? Or just feel bad that I would end up buying the next one, as well? You win, Archer!!

And the next was the ‘Oath of the Vayuputras’. I really enjoyed ‘The Immortals of Meluha’, but again, unfortunately he was quite bad with the second book, ‘The Secret of the Nagas’. Amish does pick up pace, with the last one, managing to build a little suspense, but he just goes on and on. His book loses the swiftness, which it promised at the beginning of the book. 

Much as I enjoyed the adventures of Sati, who in the end, does show her skill with her combative tactics and her martial cleverness, which she showed in the first book, before her frozen demise. (Literally, frozen because I thought that’s what happened to Amish’s writing skills.)

Amish lost it completely when he imagines her rise up from her frozen self, when she comes alive as ghost in front of Ganesh and Kartik.  Creepy and funny too! But it ended and that was brilliant. However, Archer does not make the oath in his Clifton Chronicles. Two more sequels to wait for. Hopefully, they would be better. Sigh…

PS : I also think that Amish might write the Mahabharata again, I truly wish him all the best and hope that he has managed to retain the skill he showed in his first book.

I’m gonna blame the authors and book for this third rate review. :)

Time...

Time passes like that now...

Of course, summer months, seaon of rains, the cold winter period added to it, a restless mind and a heart seeking adventure. I cannot believe its been so many years.

Seven years, its been since I started writing blogs too. Not very regularly, as we all well know.

A yearning, a deep rooted desire.

A longing, a deep hearted craving.

I do not know how,

Yet there it is.

I can see it, can feel it

I do not question anymore

I cannot question anything.

It will come...my time will come...