Authors vs Writers….
Before I start , I may as well apologize before hand because even though most of my lovely readers here do not give a damn to literature and any book without ‘pictures’, I am afraid if any of you is offended by the authors I am going to name in here.
Whatever you will read now, is my personal opinion and for me it is nothing but absolute truth and in no way do I hope or wish it to be the same for you.
A writing belongs more to the reader than it can ever to the writer, because though the corpse is brought forward by the pen, it is the heart reading it that pours in life
I was going through The speaking tree edition-4 by Times of India when I came across a wonderful write by an anonymous and though I couldn’t remember the original work word by word there was something that did strike me and of all that I could comprehend , I have put in the lines preceding this in italics.
Wonderful isn’t it , I can write about water, you can decipher it as mirror and then express it further as some pure naïve soul… like they say there’s just one simple rule to follow when you write or read … and that is.. ‘follow nothing..follow noone’
Because here we aren’t talking about logarithms with fixed values and set of rules to follow… here we aren’t even relating the radius of earth to the relative motion of moon, but here we are tearing a piece of our soul and then using each possible drop of the flowing blood to find ourself in someone else’s words or for that matter our own words.
Being the member of the worlds largest forum for rant practitioners I realize how the greatest of writersnever get published in hard covers…not because they aren’t accepted but because they prefer not naming themselves as the owner of a write. They realize , no mortal can ever actually own words…
Last night, I finally picked up the book I was planning to read for months now but somehow couldn’t even complete the foreword.
So finally when I dimmed the lights of my room and picked up the book The games Indians play – why are we the way we are .. I was left gasping for air after some 32 pages. With tremendous respect for Mr. V. Raghunathan , I am sorry but the sudden Aila like blows of strange names and stranger situations left me actually numb..the only part left active in my cranium box asking why the hell is this the way it is …yes yes.. an arrogant remark by someone who still cannot differentiate between being-bieng , but then there was something very uncomfortable about reading the work. It somehow had all the required questions but absolutely no answers anywhere… and going by the Chinese philosophy of perception of empty spaces this could have been a really big positive for the author had he constantly not gone into the game theory details and then even filling up each empty space with some certain methodology of his own.
Yes.. he is the one who gave birth to the work..and he has each and every right possible to pen down whatever he wishes to so I guess it’s just that I as a reader couldn’t connect with him or for me I would say I failed connecting with his soul, but then still gasping for air I wonder did the author actually need my soul..?
Pick up any book..by some famous author and then be ready for some 15 pages of expert comments by hundreds of unknowns explaining or rather convincing you …of how not reading further would spell doom not only for you but for the entire human race .
And now the point of my bringing forth this point… as I look around I see thousands of wonderful drafts in hundreds of blogs I read and then I see some expert works by great authors … and I realize how the rebellion in our society is slowly failing in front of the systemized carcass-like Mr. Perfect .
Some comments which actually bother the reader in me are somewhat like…
I would give this a 5.678900
You’re writing disappointed me … spellings ruined the entire fun..it lost the essence of being a write…
I expectedmuch more
The story would have been better if the ending had the girl dying
I mean have you ever told your mom… I do appreciate the effort you made when you carried me in your womb for 9 months but still I would have appreciated if you had given me birth in august, cause then I would be a leo..
Or maybe went over to a friend’s place and told his dad… I loved your choice of your wife..especially her hair but still your kids…hmm… I expected much more from a handsome couple of your like..but still I give u a 3.78
And then sadly I even see young writers changing their style of work and apologizing for what they wrote… the whole thing disgusting me… for I as a human would never apologise for what I dreamt..and my writings for me …are my dreams…
I dunno… comments yes they do mean you expressing what you feel… but then EXPRESS WHAT YOU FEEL….
Like I’d like to give this wonderful example of one of my writer friends...
I had sent over a draft to her and asked her of what she felt…
Her reply was this one line…
Niki…I honestly couldn’t read it, cause it was all in caps ..made me feel hated..
And know what… I had written it in a spur of immense hatred…and even though it was a professional write… I could relate to the hatred flowing through it…and the very fact that she could feel what I felt while penning it down..well over-whelmed me beyond limits…
Ending it all… I would leave it to you… of whether I am a writer or an author…I still am not sure… but all I can do is appeal to all of you….be a reader and not a witness…comprehend...rebel…and be the writer of your own soul…authors..we have many of them sitting in expert-rooms….we need more souls who feel…we need you…
My candle burns at both ends...It will not last the night...
But ah my foes and oh my friends...
It gives a lovely light...
Dedicated to the only true writer I have ever felt...and no one else has ever even touched the emotions his simple writings aroused in me… dedicated to- Sir Roald Dahl…
Ask me to name writers..i would say Roald Dahl..Vikram Seth…Sylvia Plath..Paula Danziger …and your eyes…
woohooo.......
ReplyDeletesorry but it's very difficult to "write" down a whistle!!!!!
pretty kool stuff. but there was a point when your own points were conflicting each othr. like you said that its a reader who springs life into the corpse of a book. a writing is more to a reader. and then you said that you hate it when people apologise for their writing jus coz it was not accepted well by the reader.
if a reader doesn't like the work, then the piece has no light in it. and the author/writer can say sorry if he wants to. he may not hate his own work but he should say sorry coz he made others read a work that was not liked. after all they spent some of their valuable time reading it...
but coming back to the core topic... even i don't know who the real writers are... for me its Khalil Gibran and Khaleed hoseini.