For watchers
of this space...
Eight months and still waiting for the verdict on my two books. I don't know
what's wrong, if I should contact the publishers and find out if they are at
all interested in them. This wringing of hands, this eternal anxiety, this
indecision, to say the least, is killing. An author invests a lot of time
and money on a book and to find it is not acceptable could be devastating,
one can simply stop writing altogether and go into a shell. Nothing of that
sort is happening to me, as I am still active literary boards, blogs and
writing comments and criticisms. This keeps the juices, sort of, flowing. As
Lokmanya Tilak said when he was convicted for sedition, "There are bigger
things that govern the destiny of man." He is a hero, no mean writer
himself, and I believe his words. Also my latest short story Seats, Red Spit
and Being Steve Smith featured in my short story blog
Unendingstories has got
good reactions from the boards.
Recently, I was invited to
attend the "Kritya International Poetry Festival" organized by Kritya in
Thiruvanathapuram, Kerala. Those two days in Kerala were like a peek into a
transient heaven. Like all heavens, it also passed in seconds. Pictures of
the festival can be viewed on my photoblog
Johnclicks.
Penguin-Sulekha "India
Smiles" Short Story Collection Is Out!
"India Smiles" the
collection of short stories that won Penguin-Sulekha's global short story
contest has recently been published by Penguin India. This is what the book
jacket looks like. Do buy it if you see it in stores. It features my short
story "Flirting in
Short Messages."
Write
I must, or, as a wit said, burst. Writing comes naturally to me, as
natural as breathing. I am a Bombay-based writer. Bombay is the tiny tear
shaped dot in the sea off the west coast of India. I write short stories,
poems, novel (one so far), essays and reviews. The writing of my novel "The Love Song of Luke Varkey"
is a project I had begun in 1992 and has gone through many loving editing
and rewriting. I wanted to portray through its pages a true picture of
India, which would encompass the wide spectrum of cultures, languages, and
attitudes that go to make India what it is.
On
the novel's pages you will find a true reflection of India — warts and
all — where people are constantly being threatened by poverty,
communalism, joblessness, dispossession and the other ills of a developing
nation. Through its pages I, as a writer, wish to bring to the reader a modern India —
not exactly one of snake charmers and rope-trick performers — but one of
journalists, executives, stock brokers, sub-editors, and migrant workers
in the Persian Gulf countries. The novel is one of the first to portray
the life of Indian immigrants in the Persian Gulf.
I
write with a view to reflect the true realities of India as opposed to the
existing realities of India of an exotic destination where poverty and
wealth co-exist. My concern centers around how the poor and the
traumatized survive in a big city like Bombay — one of the major cities
of the world with a population of 19 million — half of which live in
putrescent slums and hutment colonies.
I am deliberately simple in my writing style, as I want the novel to be
read and appreciated both in India as well as around the world.
Writer's insights
I
also make penetrating insights into the huge constructions project
undertaken by multinational companies in the oil-rich Persian Gulf. Such
contracts had led to the Gulf War and the origin of Gulf terrorism.
Perhaps insightfully, I deal with the very womb of such discontent in the
form of the construction project of the multinational Trans-World
Constructions in the fictitious Persian Gulf kingdom of Registhan.
Though
I have been influenced by Indian writers like Salman Rushdie, Amitav Ghosh,
and Arundhati Roy, I consider my style and presentation unique and an
authentic reflection of modern India san any attempts to white wash crude
realities that exist as an overwhelming truth of life. VS Naipaul had
mentioned that RK Narayan's novels didn't prepare him for India.
Writer's honest oeuvre "The Love Song of Luke Varkey" is my humble
writing effort, which intends to offer the younger
generation a point of reference, a curtain raiser I might say to the
problems of urbanization and cross-cultural migration that will become a
part of their lives at some point of time. At the same time, it
also, rather ambitiously, lays claim to representing the reality of India
to the world.
Here
at last, as the cliché goes, is the searingly honest and darkly comical Indian novel you always
wanted to read!