Its not passion alone, strictly saying it’s a addiction, the book which I was reading last night was spread by my side as an exploited virgin. I don’t remember the contents or the theme of the last night's book; I need to sit down opening up reminding up from where I have started reading. Bell rung to insist the breakfast is ready, I stood up to move to take a bath, hardly I spend four minutes to get showered, hastily I get out of the shower toweling, breakfast was on the table, I hurriedly picked up the spoon.
I glanced at the brown folder on the left edge of the table, leaned across to get it by the left hand, opened it managing to eat with the right hand, its Brad De Haven's "Currency of the future", I had kept my business card where I was reading last night when I had dinner, more often I get bored off on certain books, opening up brightly, brilliantly, provoking our eager to move forward reading, writer delays or denies to maintain the tempo of the theme, getting snatched by the restlessness we would get to the page where writer resumes his enthuse, thinking invariably I boot strapped to go out.
The shops at the porch layout in main sub way were crowded; I parked my vehicle under a shady Gulmohar tree next to the dark blue Mercedes. Book show room had varied authors on varied subjects. I am voracious but selective; the joy of ogling at the books exceeds the joy of buying and joy of reading. Being voyeuristic on books gives a pleasure of flirting with pretty girls. I would go to the wrapper behind, read the summary of the book and the author, I would go for a copy if interested, I took a copy of Frederick Forsyth's "The Veteran" and moved towards the billing area, I found Paulo's "Eleven Minutes" took that too, I felt a hungry to be fed immediately with a delicious food, contenting my appetite until the next hour of food.
Reading a book is a trance, it dissolves the nature calls, forgets hunger, if even a blast near me, I assume I would not get toppled off, still captivated in the trance, it happens when I am in trance forgetting hunger, ignoring repeated calls from the kitchen, food is ready!. Printed books have an exclusive power of rendering us the visualization, giving us the picture of the scenario at the author's behest, spreading up the scene with quite subtle nuances where even a visual media lacks in content and in form, more over I believe our brain cells are capable creating visualization, where it can understand the image it created from the first hand information the "Author" rather than understanding seeing a visual media where some third person has created.
Sharing an information needs involvement, saying a story is a art, picturing needs dedication, not all the authors kept me in trance, not all of them managed to keep me float till the end, few broke the spell tumbling me down the hill, but I swear all of them made me to think of writing, inspired me to write, seed sown, waiting to germinate. Water needed for a seed to germinate, appropriate temperature and a healthy soil rich in minerals. To be a writer one should be a voyeur and exhibitionist, my characters are my friends, relatives, the people who I watch down the street, in city bus, in the metro rail, innumerous characters.
The first light sparked at about ten when I was asked to write a mail, at ten I was a fiction reader transiting from comics, the artist inside me doing somersault waiting for the ring master to command for an acrobatic session. The nature of a artist is always expecting appreciation, recognition makes an artist complete. Before that I sought to believe I am a writer, a writer by nature, a writer by birth, a born writer, one's destiny is determined at his birth. I started to believe my destiny is to be a writer, my earlier poems supported my dream of being a writer, I started up to reach my destiny.
The first story I wrote is for a competition in a reputed English news paper, its a short story competition, my story went as a long story not confining to the limits of a short story, in fact writing a short story is hard, unless if we are not sure about what we are saying we wont close it upon, and every story should have a end, the end should be of a justified one, in real my experience may not have a happy end, without just or reason, of course all our lives may have this line, I must invent the justice, I mean in the end I have to untie the knot which I have done in the beginning. I kept aside writing for years, keeping the burning sensation, the desire to write, pressure mounting, the drive to write my life, my experience, the characters that revolve along, I kept alive waiting for the right time to strike.
I longed for the most inspired theme and the drive to make it worthy till the end, I started a short story from my inspired place a coastal French city, its landmarks and monuments drove me from start to finish where I choose to follow my writing instinct and go for the big money, the reward, which would survive me until my goal is finished, my short term story to be published. That story inspired many readers gaining me the title "Writer"
My mom is linguist and every time I asked her opinion about good authors she says that a good writer is a good reader. She always advised me to choose books from authors who studied another authors. Now, I know she is right!! My personal opinion is that a good writer knows how to manage your stories and engage the reader from beginning to end of history. Your stories fills in all criterias that becomes you a good writer.
ReplyDeleteOnly a good writer knows how to involve the reader in the words, he uses to seek that which eludes words. I being a reader, like to feel the story, to smell the places showed in the story I’m reading, to touch the scenario. I think every reader needs the words of the writer to understand the writing and the writer needs the exact voice of the reader to make your text come to the other ear, or listening to their own creative heart.
Perhaps what defines a writer is precisely the capacity, or at least the effort to translate into words the experience authentic, that speaks from the mind changes, understood in its symbolic meaning of core consciousness, the living center of moral individuality.
Have a good carreer as a writer anna and congrats once more to your stories. It’s delightful reading them.