Posted in Poems, Writing

Writing and Bidyutprabha Devi

I have been busy with a forthcoming  book on 70 years of independence. Of course, that period is already covered in my Puffin History of India vol 2, but this book’s focus is culture. I keep reading wonderful poets and stories in translation–some may be included in the book, some may not.

These two verses below are from Bidyutprabha Devi’s poem, Dilemma, translated from  Odia, the language of the state of Odisha [earlier spelt Orissa]. Bidyutprabha is recognized as one of the best Odia women poets. Only writers know how wonderful writing is.

‘Writing is the balm
for all my pain.
It’s the glory of my sorrow.
Writing is rain-soaked woods.
It’s the music of cloud bursts
during the month of Shravana!

I wish I could speak of
the joy that gathers in my heart.
Like a flame
in the mouth of storm,
my poetry
A luminous lamp!’

(Translation: Sachidananda Mohanty (First published in Kavya Bharati, 1997]:-

Posted in newsletters, Writing

Newsletters—what type do you like?

I have been planning to start a newsletter for some time now. What will I put in it? That is a question I don’t yet have the answer to. Should it be on history? Religion and spirituality? My books and writing? Or on a combination of all these?

What should be its format? Now on this I have some thoughts. I get a number of newsletters, and there are many that I don’t read, or that I only read occasionally. I am interested in their content, but I don’t like the format. Below I’m making a list of the type of newsletters, in the order of those that I like best.

  1. The type I always read, is one that opens completely in the body of the email. I don’t have to click on a link, but can read everything straightaway. I don’t care if there are pictures or not, this is the type that always gets read.
  2. Those that provide the first para of a topic, and one has to click on a link to read the whole. If there are several such topics, I’ll rarely click on all–maybe just one or two.
  3. Those that provide a link, with a very brief idea of what it contains. I’ll read this if I am really interested in the topic.
  4. Those that hardly provide any information in the body of the email. A click on a link opens to a video, where some so-called expert is speaking–and the video goes on and on, with the information at the end. I can never wait till the end of the video, and once having tried it, I never click on similar links again.

What kind of newsletters do you like? And what topics interest you? I’d really like to know.

Posted in writer, Writing

Why I write…

I have written quite a few posts on writing, and see myself as an eternal writer. A writer is a watcher, a recorder, an analyst, a thinker. All these are intrinsic, and sometimes I refer to myself as ‘a watcher in a dream’. In Advaita, it is said the world is unreal and it often seems that way–people fighting battles, entering conspiracies, hiding their true selves, for what? Then people trying to forget by watching television, meditating, talking, drinking.

Gurdjieff had said that the whole world is asleep. Is the writer’s role to keep one awake? On a more mundane level, I write because I want to share what I know, and sometimes what I think. Knowledge that comes from reading and understanding, but begins with thought. I want to make this specialized knowledge simple, easy to access, and I want more people to know, to be less ignorant, because that too is one way of bringing about change. I’ve  written books on history and religion to share this knowledge.

Initially I was more interested in personal writing, in writing for myself.  It helped me to focus, plan, understand and forget. Personal writing continues, but nowhere near the same extent. It is still useful, but I can do without it.

 

Posted in Kindle Direct Publishing, Writing

‘Mine your own material’

If I remember right, this was one of the prompts in Writing 101. Or perhaps it was old material? It got me thinking, though I did not post anything at the time. And I have begun the process, instead of constantly writing something new. I have thousands, hundreds of thousands of pages, unread by anyone. Some are ready stories, some are articles, some need a lot of work, but have considerable potential.

As a first step, I located, typed and uploaded on kindle, four, and later, six stories. Not many sales, and not many have read them, but then they were lying unread for so many years! And whoever has read them, has liked them–one story, two people independently compared to the work of Borges!

And I’ll be continuing the process–of putting my papers in order, uploading what is readable.

Posted in life, Writing

Life is a whole

‘Write every day, but don’t put your life on hold . . .’ Vincent Mars.

This quote applies to the way I live. Though I love writing I don’t separate it as ‘work’, and the rest of life as ‘not work’. Everything fits seamlessly into a whole, all aspects contribute to life.

There is so much I do apart from writing–taking care of one dog and several cats, walking in the garden and appreciating the greenery and flowers, going to the market, cooking, other household tasks [though I tend to neglect these], playing online chess, reading, thinking, and interacting with friends. It is a real pleasure to visit friends and have them drop in for a cup of tea or coffee, as long as I don’t have a writing deadline.

I write all day, but in between all this gets fitted in. And there is one more thing I do to relax and to get refreshed, particularly when I am stuck with something, and that is Reiki. I won’t go into what it is right now, there is enough on it online, but I may write more about it later. It can be a life-transforming tool, and I think it got me started on my writing career.

Posted in novel, stories, Writing

If we were having a cup of coffee…

If we were having a cup of coffee together…I’d tell you how I woke too early this morning and had that first hot cup, while planning the day. Maybe today my final read-through of my first novel will be done. It integrates religion and philosophy, yet I hope it is still a gripping story. Should I send it to an agent, a publisher in India, or upload it as an e-book? Haven’t yet decided.

If we were having a cup of coffee together…I’d tell you about the short stories I have written over the years, and now I am trying to find them and put them together.

If we were having a cup of coffee together…you may ask me about my other books, and I would tell you about them–each of them could have been expanded into several, each is dense and packed with information. I often read some poorly researched article, and see that a thousand better articles could be written from just two of my books on religion.

If we were having a cup of coffee together…I’d tell you that I have just received an invitation to give two talks to school students at a literary festival on the 26th–still need to find out the details.

And of course, if we were having a cup of coffee together–I’d ask you to adopt one of my rescued cats!

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Posted in Chess, Writing

Out of a million quotes

” I suppose I’m one of those who sees chess as a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder what people like you, people who don’t play chess, do to escape from depression and madness.”

from: The Flanders Panel, by Arturo Perez-Reverte.

I could think of a hundred or even a thousand meaningful quotes on which to base a post. Yesterday they flowed through my mind, quotes from texts of all kinds, quotes from poems, new and old, but today as I sat at my computer to begin work, I knew this was an important quote for me.

In the morning I think over things to be done, things unlikely to get done, and plans I need to make. It could lead to confusion at times. Then I open my laptop, connect to the net, and look at my online chess games–there are ten or fifteen on two different sites, and I just need to make one move in each. I don’t ponder much over the moves, it takes me about ten minutes or less, but at the end of it, my mind is clear and calm. And sharper and more focused. And then I can begin writing.

I had posted that quote on a chess website and many chess players responded and said that chess in fact drove them crazy! I think it is when they are focused on winning, and not on playing, not on seeing the beauty of combinations on the 64 squares on thatImage1356 board. I am not sure if chess is therapy for me, but it is certainly a great way to start the day.

Does anyone else have a similar strategy to get started?

Posted in friends, Writing

Why do I have this blog?

When I started this blog I had certain aims, and they remain constant. Mainly, I would like my books and my writing to be better known. Though I have a number of published books, which are available everywhere, I am quite reticent and withdrawn, and this is also an opportunity to interact with other writers. I don’t have a problem finding a publisher for anything I write, and I don’t have any dearth of ideas. However, I am thinking of self-publishing, to try out something new, and to have more control over my books. I am a good editor, and an excellent proof reader, so I feel I can produce a good book on my own–and this blog may help me to find an audience. I will gradually turn it into a   website–I already have a domain name, but am not sure how to integrate it here.

I have other blogs, but the plus point here is the guidance one gets, and the interaction with others.

Posted in my space, Writing

My writing space

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My writing room is filled with books, most of which I use for reference. There is a desktop, with a wide screen on which I do all my writing. The desktop is usually  not connected to the internet. For the net, I use a laptop. This system keeps my data safe. I have a stack of paper, pens, a writing board, for when I occasionally write by hand. There is a printer/photocopy/scanner. It is a peaceful room, and has everything I need.  The windows open on to the back garden, enclosed for the outside cats. Sometimes the cats come in and lounge on the beds while I write. The side windows are closed as they overlook the house next door, and tall bookcases are arrayed along these windows.

Posted in monkeys, Writing

A monkey story

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A lone monkey had been walking around for days. One day, a friend came and held his hand, as you can see in this picture that I took through my bedroom window. Later, they went off together.
As the forests are destroyed, they increasingly reach habitated areas, and destroy gardens. They are intelligent and care for each other, but people are always chasing them. At a recent lunch, Mrs X, overweight and well-groomed, wanted them sent to other countries where they could be eaten or experimented on! Why were there animal welfare laws that protected them—the minister responsible for these laws should be put in a cage, she said. Others had kinder stories, about dogs making friends with monkeys, and about a monkey who brought a stolen packet of milk everyday for his dog friend.
‘It is strange’, I said to Mrs X, ‘why only people have enmity in their hearts, though animals can be friends.’ ‘I have no enmity for anyone’, she responded. ‘But you have it for animals, for monkeys’, I replied.
There was silence, but she was probably mentally planning on sending me off to another country too.