I once met a lady who collected Santa Clauses. She had over a thousand Santa Clauses, over half of which she had made using anything, from oil-cans to coconuts. She painted Santa Claus on glass bottles, or made a crochet Santa around a plastic bottle. She used the cover of a cheese-tin, a shankha, cane nets, ceramic pots, stones, rope, clay, everything, to make different kinds of Santas in different postures.My sister used to collect tissue paper. Wherever we went, she picked up a tissue paper. It became something she enjoyed so much that people started sending tissue paper from different places to her. I remember once a close friend of my father's even sent her a courier package full of tissue.As a child, I recognised it as a need to work towards a goal, a single-minded determination. I started collecting pencil-shavings. I collected one and put it in a small self-sealing bag. I … [Read more...]
Oxford Bookstore 2002
We know we belong to the previous generation when we complain about the way children waste time."How much we used to play!" A friend and I lamented about how students at school spend more time at their laptops than at anything else. They are a generation growing up with email and Facebook; they're attached to their laptops all the time."We used to be on the ground, playing in the sun.""Tree to tree, wall to wall...""Hundreds of things. Right until the time we left school."I fell silent. During my last two years of school, I really don't remember playing much. What did I do, then? I wondered.And then, I remembered.I wrote a book.On the 29th of August, 2002, just after I finished my tenth standard, I received this mail -We are delighted to let you know that you have been shortlisted for the E-Author Version 2.0 contest this year. We will be announcing the top three … [Read more...]
I love book-sales!
I never buy books. Never. I have too many books at home that I have not read.But what can I do when I find 70% (yes, SEVENTY PER CENT) off on a Michael Morpurgo collection? The Landmark sale is here! … [Read more...]
The Goldsmith’s Daughter
Yes, The Goldsmith's Daughter is the story of a girl restricted by her gender in a barbaric civilisation that is in conflict with another world with different beliefs.It is set in a moment in history when the Aztec civilisation must deal with Spanish invaders. The Aztecs need to accept that their emperor is, apparently, not the emperor of the world because there are people with peculiar features coming from across the ocean to the Aztec world.But I don't always find history fascinating. I don't typically spend hours researching and reading. And I knew next to nothing about the Aztecs when I began to read The Goldsmith's Daughter.Tanya Landman made the story come alive. There was no judgement in the voice that told me the story of the bloodshed required to feed the superstition that the sun battled with darkness each night to emerge whole the next morning. There was … [Read more...]
Baby Krishna
Finally, here are a few photographs of the baby that everyone loved so much. It's a doll, yes, a doll, made by my French mother. It's not a real baby, no. We dressed it (her) as Baby Krishna for our performance in December - here are a few pictures! … [Read more...]
Kelemen Quartet
What will I remember about this concert of the Kelemen Quartet's a few years from now?The fact that it was the first time I watched a lady in a sari play the cello ? Maybe not. The music was so beautiful that I forgot within a few moments that people are usually so conscious of the way they sit in a sari.The fact that right in the middle of a compelling Bartòk piece, the trumpet of a wedding procession outside confused us all? Somehow, I think I will remember that. Even though I don't want to.The fact that they were all so expressive that it felt as if they were dancing with their instruments? I hope so.Mozart, Bartòk, Schubert - each was magnificent. I had Eine Kleine Nachtmusik in my head all evening. Not because it was my favourite, but because it was the most familiar, and Bartòk was just so elusive. I can see their faces in my head - now so cross with the music they see, now … [Read more...]
War Horse
There's something about Michael Morpurgo that haunts me. I remember being blown away by Kensuke's Kingdom. I've read and reread so many of his books. Running Wild, The White Horse of Zennor, Adolphus Tips, and of course War Horse. They come to mind immediately.This was not the first time I read War Horse.I was not in a mood to read anything soppy. In fact, I began reading War Horse when I was in a rather cynical mood. I'm not quite sure why.Despite that, towards the end of the book I found myself smiling because I did not want to cry. I closed the book, closed my eyes and sighed that particular sigh that only a beautiful book can pull out from the depths of your being.I can't imagine how the movie would be. How can a movie capture the mind of a horse?I don't think I will ever watch the movie. I've already decided that the book is better. … [Read more...]
THREE HUNDRED POSTS!
Yes, this is the three-hundredth post on my blog.It feels like just a few days ago that I signed my nine-page-contract for The Story-Catcher and asked two friends to witness it. It feels like just a few days ago that I read the proofs and sent them back to my editor. It feels like just a few days ago that I received the first copies of The Story-Catcher and began to talk about a website and maybe, in the near future, a blog.It feels like just yesterday that my website was launched. (How proud I was of it!) It feels like just yesterday that I started writing a blog. (People started reading it. People started subscribing to it.)And now, it's my three-hundredth post.Twelve categories. Ninety-four approved comments. One hundred and eighty-three tags.And now, my three-hundredth post. … [Read more...]
5 Writers of Fiction Who Have Hugely Influenced Me
Today, in a class about the role of literature in society, I began to think. Of course I love reading. Naturally a lot of my favourite writers have influenced my writing. I know I consciously started using adverbs more after reading Georgette Heyer. But then, I also began to wonder, which writers made me who I am?And then, I came up with my top five writers of fiction. I have no idea who I'd be without them.Enid Blyton When friends tell me that their parents threatened to send them to boarding school if they were too naughty, I realise that that's one threat that would never have worked for me. Simply because I have cotton-candy ideas that boarding school consists of nothing but midnight parties.L.M. Montgomery Anne taught me two things - one, it's not such a bad thing to be talkative and two, imagination is a truly wonderful thing. Emily's 'flashes' and Anne's wild imagination … [Read more...]
A Doll’s House
I love how time changes the way I read a play. I read A Doll's House. Again. I imagined how it would be on stage. I cringed, yes. I closed my eyes, yes. But I enjoyed it. I read it cover to cover without needing a break. I did not worry about how good or bad a translation it is. I just saw it as it was - a play that has the power to make you squirm from the time the curtains are drawn open to the time the door is slammed shut.And just about seven months ago, I wrote:The Norwegian playwright I had never heard of - that's how I once began to read the play. It was far more powerful than Ghosts, and far more interesting than An Enemy of the People. I wonder why I made those judgements. Now, I cringe at so much more and wonder about how good the translation is. That's what studying English does to you. Yet, it's a strong play. It's one that I still read with the whole bag of emotions - … [Read more...]