I've always wanted to write a book..
I don't know when exactly the budding desire started to develop within me,
but the saddest part is that it still remains a desire and nothing fruitful has flown down from my thoughts to paper
There is a problem here..just a small one though..
What shall i write about?
Should i write a murder mystery like the ones by Christie, the queen of crimes? My detective would be a Portuguese called Shercule Hoirot and would have a square-shaped head very unlike Poirot's classic egg-shaped one.
What about a fast paced thriller on the likes of Sidney Sheldon? Something about how a woman rises from poverty to being the President of a powerful country? Would it make a racy thriller? Who knows, it might be made into a hollywood movie too..
No, let me try my hands on Romance, the favourite subject of any woman. A moving romantic tale that would even surpass the beautiful love story of Ayn Rand's "We the Living". Who can ever forget the unrequited and passionate love of Kira for Leo?
Come on, now..the latest hottie is Dan Brown. His meticulous research work on da Vinci and the Vatican was the secret of his success. Maybe I should choose a similar subject to work upon too. Would Van Gogh make an interesting topic? What about Michael Angelo?
As these crazy thoughts run through my head, I receive a sudden spark of enlightenment.
I realize that I could never become a writer (a good one at that) if I only wanted to imitate the works of great authors. In fact, that would be plagiarism if I was ethical enough to consider it.
All the above mentioned authors were deemed great not because of the way that words formed from their thoughts but because those thoughts occurred to them in the first place.
I also console myself that this is probably a commonplace problem of any amateur writer. And if i tried hard, my creativity would take over and my pen would start flowing.
I wait patiently for the day to happen
I've always wanted to write a book..
There's just this small problem..
What shall i write about?
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Happy Dayz
When I turn to look back at my life, I'm amazed at the panoramic view that it's got to offer, the ups and downs, the twists and turns more thrilling than a novel of the same genre. Amongst all, what appears to me to be the days I cherish the most were my days at school, those childhood days.
As a child, I was always my parents' little princess, and I very well remember the few minutes before I would rush off to school every morning. My mother would be hurriedly feeding me breakfast, my father simultaneously helping me with my shoes, and me,in the midst of all the chaos,would be seriously engrossed in a text-book, without a care in the world. I remember this scene vividly like it happened not so long ago.
School was fun with a capital F. The most interesting period was inevitably the lunch-break(hee,hee). Juicy conversation would flow amongst a gang of five or six of us, and it always took the bell to remind us that in the midst of all this, lunch was mostly forgotten. We would gulp big mouthfuls to quickly complete it, but not too soon to escape the teacher who would enter the class and stare at us sternly. On top of this, the entire class would be giggling at us. We would red-facedly rush off to our seats, but were too thick-skinned not to mind repeating the same events the next day, and every other day to come.
We also did'nt mind some harmless teasing on teachers. There was one teacher who used the phrase "for example" very frequently. For example, if one had to say, "King Ashoka was a ruler of the Kalinga dynasty", she would say, "King ashoka,for example, was a ruler,for example,of the Kalinga dynasty". At a time when it was boring to listen to her lecture, we decided to count the number of times she used the phrase "for example". But we soon realized that it was a herculean task as it crossed fifty times in just five minutes. Hence, the idea was sadly given up.
There was this other teacher who had the stange habit of ending every sentence with the word "the". For example, if she had to ask "what are you doing?", she would instead ask,"what are you doing the?". At an age when the nuances of diplomacy were not understood, it was decided that one of us would ask her why she had this habit. Like oliver twist, it fell to me. I stood up proudly and daringly asked her, "Ma'm, why do you use the word 'the' at the end of every sentence?", but i can't detail here the chiding that followed and the advice that was given on good behaviour and discipline.
But, on a serious note, I simply loved my teachers who brought history alive, made mathematics fun and helped us conquer the english and tamil languages. This blog article is in fact an ode to my beloved teachers who not only instilled in me the quest for knowledge, but also moulded my personality and have made me into the person I am today. Kudos to Mrs.Mildred John, Sr.Annette, Ms.Sreeja, Mrs.Leela, Mrs.Padma ,Mrs.Jeeva, Ms.Padmini and others - I don't know if I will be able to meet them in person again (Mrs.Mildred John is no more with us in the physical sense), but these are the people who will always hold a special place in my heart, for eternity.
Those care-free, worry-free days at school were, without a doubt, in my life, the most happy days!!
As a child, I was always my parents' little princess, and I very well remember the few minutes before I would rush off to school every morning. My mother would be hurriedly feeding me breakfast, my father simultaneously helping me with my shoes, and me,in the midst of all the chaos,would be seriously engrossed in a text-book, without a care in the world. I remember this scene vividly like it happened not so long ago.
School was fun with a capital F. The most interesting period was inevitably the lunch-break(hee,hee). Juicy conversation would flow amongst a gang of five or six of us, and it always took the bell to remind us that in the midst of all this, lunch was mostly forgotten. We would gulp big mouthfuls to quickly complete it, but not too soon to escape the teacher who would enter the class and stare at us sternly. On top of this, the entire class would be giggling at us. We would red-facedly rush off to our seats, but were too thick-skinned not to mind repeating the same events the next day, and every other day to come.
We also did'nt mind some harmless teasing on teachers. There was one teacher who used the phrase "for example" very frequently. For example, if one had to say, "King Ashoka was a ruler of the Kalinga dynasty", she would say, "King ashoka,for example, was a ruler,for example,of the Kalinga dynasty". At a time when it was boring to listen to her lecture, we decided to count the number of times she used the phrase "for example". But we soon realized that it was a herculean task as it crossed fifty times in just five minutes. Hence, the idea was sadly given up.
There was this other teacher who had the stange habit of ending every sentence with the word "the". For example, if she had to ask "what are you doing?", she would instead ask,"what are you doing the?". At an age when the nuances of diplomacy were not understood, it was decided that one of us would ask her why she had this habit. Like oliver twist, it fell to me. I stood up proudly and daringly asked her, "Ma'm, why do you use the word 'the' at the end of every sentence?", but i can't detail here the chiding that followed and the advice that was given on good behaviour and discipline.
But, on a serious note, I simply loved my teachers who brought history alive, made mathematics fun and helped us conquer the english and tamil languages. This blog article is in fact an ode to my beloved teachers who not only instilled in me the quest for knowledge, but also moulded my personality and have made me into the person I am today. Kudos to Mrs.Mildred John, Sr.Annette, Ms.Sreeja, Mrs.Leela, Mrs.Padma ,Mrs.Jeeva, Ms.Padmini and others - I don't know if I will be able to meet them in person again (Mrs.Mildred John is no more with us in the physical sense), but these are the people who will always hold a special place in my heart, for eternity.
Those care-free, worry-free days at school were, without a doubt, in my life, the most happy days!!
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