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<title><![CDATA[Six chairs sit quietly]]></title>
<link>http://goneonwalkabout.com/2013/04/05/six-chairs-sit-quietly/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 16:11:45 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Lauren</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Packed a bag with journal, water bottle and change purse walked the narrow alley through strangers y]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Packed a bag with journal, water bottle and change purse<br />
walked the narrow alley through strangers yards<br />
stepping over rocks<br />
lumps of hardened red soil, and broken concrete<br />
avoiding eye contact with every man I pass<br />
keeping my eyes fixed ahead<br />
so as not to stare<br />
at piles of trash left for no one to collect<br />
pass the Original Fake store<br />
closed at this early morning hour<br />
as are most other shops</p>
<p>Turn right onto a different road<br />
private<br />
where every blade of grass is kept neat and tidy<br />
archery target waits for vacationing archers<br />
in the middle of a lawn designed for golf<br />
no need to keep eyes down<br />
no rocks out of place or divots to twist an ankle<br />
a guard stands ready even at this sun rising time<br />
perhaps to shoo me away or tell me it&#8217;s not safe to swim<br />
we smile and say hello</p>
<p>Six chairs sit quietly<br />
broken bits of glass<br />
crumpled white table cloth<br />
and a mangled sign are sleeping off their hangovers<br />
from last nights wedding.<br />
a couple out for a power walk<br />
nod as they pass quickly in their brightly colored running shoes</p>
<p>At the end of this property is a low open wall<br />
allowing anyone to pass through<br />
I stand on the edge between two worlds<br />
scanning what is in front and to the sides<br />
a man wraps his lower body in a dhoti<br />
and spits into the ocean<br />
all things discarded<br />
lay among palm fronds and cocoanut shells</p>
<p>I stand there for a moment<br />
seeing the power walkers in the distance<br />
listening to the surf crash on large wet black stones<br />
no forwards<br />
no backwards<br />
no morning meditation<br />
I came to write<br />
sit in a chair under a red umbrella<br />
allow the mosquitos to breakfast on my ankles<br />
hope for a small breeze that doesn&#8217;t come</p>
<p>In my bag is the red notebook and a pen<br />
open to a clean page<br />
reach for my glasses that are not there<br />
feel the ways resistance appears<br />
listen to men singing<br />
as they pull the days catch from the sea</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Are you different?]]></title>
<link>http://smitajain.wordpress.com/2008/07/20/are-you-different/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:58:07 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>smitajain</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve blogged about how Indian writers have never had it so good. So if you want to publish, no]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve blogged about how Indian writers have never had it so good. So if you want to publish, now is the time.</p>
<p>Scared that you spend some 3-4 months writing only to see it rejected? It&#8217;s painful, I know. Go ahead and admit it. It&#8217;s only natural. I&#8217;ve been there before with screenplays. So what do you do? I&#8217;ll tell you what you can&#8217;t do. And that is stop writing.</p>
<p>One great way to make an impact with commissioning editors is to make your novel intriguing. Different. This applies to screenplays too. What can you come up with that will set your story apart from others? There are scores of campus novels detailing exploits of students in the IITs and IIMs. Male students.</p>
<p>Can you come up with a story of a female student? Can you give her another quirk which could be a source of conflict throughout the story? Maybe she is a lesbian! There conflict for you. As it is there are so few female students in these colleges. So you can imagine that when your protagonist goes looking for love, there are slim pickings.</p>
<p>When I was writing <a href="http://www.kkrishnaaskonfessions.com" target="_blank">Kkrishnaa&#8217;s Konfessions</a>, I went in for more than just a chick lit. I hadn&#8217;t done any great research on what was out there in terms of Indian chick lit. But I did know that there were scores of chick lit novels written by foreign authors available in the market place. So I instinctively went in for more and threw in a murder.</p>
<p>To be fair, even without the murder I would have got a contract. That&#8217;s because Kkrishnaa&#8217;s Konfessions is set in the intriguing world of television about which everyone is curious and knows little.</p>
<p>I have a feeling, Indian chick lit scene, indeed popular fiction, is getting saturated. Women (or men) planning to write chick lit and other popular fiction now would be better off coming up with imaginative and offbeat plots and whacky characters. It&#8217;s not enough to deal only with regulation weight/addiction/difficult boss/commitment-phobic boyfriend issues. Not unless you come up with a path breaking narrative, in which case that becomes the differentiator.</p>
<p>If you&#8217;re telling a straightforward story in a straightforward way, go for that something extra.</p>
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