How to get published?

Lately, more than half of the mails that I'm receiving ask me how to get published. Tired of typing the same thing over and over again, I think this blog post would be of help:

1. In India, publishers can be approached directly. No mediators are required.
2. You can google all publishers and mail your manuscript to them. Some publishers are keen on having the hard copy and they ask you to mail the hard copy. Though it's said that they go through each and every manuscript they get, I have a serious doubt.
3. Rejection is a widespread disease. Reasons might be very genuine such as you are not at all good to sometimes, what you are writing doesn't suit their publishing scheme. Be persistent and try to think why something is not working. 
4. If you are getting rejected from everyone for a manuscript that you clearly see is having big market - it means that your writing is still amateurish. Accept it. Improve it. Shoot back.
5. The big houses take some time to respond and sometimes they don't respond at all. Sometime after 2-3 months you hear from them saying that your manuscript doesn't suit their publishing scheme. It'll be disappointing. I have been there - consistently. 
6. The concept of literary agents - though it has nascently emerged - is bullshit. Agents are pimps who target novice authors having no idea/network/foothold in the publishing industry and take away a significant portion of their royalties. But if you actually have no idea about how to go about publishing and you suck at self-marketing, then they can be of significant help - at least they can get you big houses and also get a good editor to you. They just use their contacts to make it easy for you.
7. Big publishing houses don't mean that you will sell. Ironically, smaller publishers churn out more number of bestsellers in comparison to big publishing houses, because current readership of India has more non-English background readers and they prefer light fiction over literary books.
8. Smaller publishing houses' editorial teams are an imaginary entity. The editor associated with small publishing houses is either some random blogger/a failed writer and they get peanuts for editing the book. How can you expect them to do a great job at it? Most of the times they publish the raw manuscript, without even editing a paragraph in it. Editing is important - even if you have an excellent English - because it makes the manuscript much more readable, compact and weaves the corners to make the flow better. If you are going with a small publisher, get it edited by some freelance editors. I can refer you some editors, if you wish.
9. There are few publishers who are very good and they respond via mails as well. Westland is one. But they are very selective about your quality of writing. You can try writing to them.
10. The way to steer yourself without an agent in the publishing industry is by networking with people in the industry. How to do it? Try twitter. Associate with a lot of social groups - where you get to meet a lot of people. Hang out in creative places. Exploit your already existing network - ask your friends if they know someone in the industry, schedule a meeting. Get out of your comfort zone and meet a lot of people.
11. It's very important to be in a metropolitan city to get a strong foothold in the publishing domain. The concept of networking doesn't exist in smaller cities. So, come to Delhi/Mumbai/Bengaluru. 
12. Don't ask an author to refer you. Authors have got very little say, since they are not a part of the publishing houses - they are just their customers. Rather ask a publishing/media person to refer you - it'll have a better impact.

All the best.

One Last Breath

2007, Summer.
Jharia

The temperature was 38 degrees, it had been half an hour in the scorching heat. We were in the no man’s land, the area being prohibited, and there was no-one to prevent trespassing. The sun was showing no mercy on us - Aman and Harsh(yeah that's me) : college returns, who decided to break the monotony of the ongoing vacations by spending some time in the countryside - the mines near our city.

Half an hour ago, we parked our butts on the hot seat, our bottoms feeling as if they were on a toaster, of a five years old Suzuki Fiero, and dragged ourselves towards the undiscovered areas of our city. The area was picturesque and that gave us, the budding photographers some incentive to compensate our play with the scorching heat. After passing through the crude road, with the tyres of the bike become brown with mud, we got completely drenched in sweat. I chided myself for having worn my new T-shirt that day, which was now stinky because of the sweat-drops rolling down my neck. After hopping here and there for about 15 minutes, at last we found the place which offered us a grand view of numerous hills. The  majestic sight of something like The Grand Canyon filled my mind with awe and wonder. I had been untouched by such a beautiful place that too lying hidden and undiscovered in my city. I jumped all through the way and finally made it to the edge of the hillock. The smoke of underground fire filed my nose, reminding me of the similar smell encountered in the chemistry lab when they conducted that H2S experiment. I sensed that it was a risky place, but the advertisement of DEW during that time with the tagline 'Darr Ke Aage Jeet Hai' inspired me to stay firm. Just six feet from the edge I was thinking of capturing the panorama of the canyon.

Humming Creed‘s famous song One Last Breath, I moved ahead with my right leg trying to find a vantage point only to realize that it was not at all the right thing to do. To my surprise, the land beneath me began to go down. No, it wasn’t a landslide, it was not a swamp, but it was actually loose soil, which had inside it - fire, underground fire. The area had burning coals within it all around and was prone to be swallowed by the earth. Everyday newspaper editors filled their local columns with one news of 'land swallow' in Jharia - that’s the name of the place where we went. The place was prohibited for the laymen, and we, the future engineers of India were not counting ourselves in this category of ‘Layman’. And that day, this future engineer of India was going to get roasted in the underground fire of its own country. My feet trembled as I saw the soil beneath my feet trickling down.

Within a moment, I realized how bad this death would be as there would be nobody to ever get to know the cause if my death, nobody to relish the sight of my red hot tandoor, rather I would add to the national reserves of coal! I saw Aman at a considerable distance from me and told him not to proceed that side, as the soil was very loose. I took two photographs(see my passion for photography!) and ran back as fast as I could. Had it been a 100m race, surely I was gonna win. Several lumps of soil were swallowed by the earth as I hurled my 58 kg light body over them. I felt like HULK because for the first time I saw that my 50 kg was enough to crush the grounds by about two inches. By the way, have you ever wondered why HULK‘s underpants do not get torn when he transforms from a human to a HULK? I was feeling a sudden power in my veins (and arteries too). And this sudden power was suddenly overpowered by the ground, as I tumbled on the way back while adoring my power.

Seeing his friend enjoying the song One Last Breath alone, Aman could not resist. He came running towards me and helped me out. And we hand in hands, with utmost caution, proceeded towards the safe place and took three shots through our silly 2 mp phone camera. Finally a sigh of relief !

Thanks to the Suzuki Fiero, my perspiration was air-conditioned on the way back and set-wet zatak did the other work, and the ordeal was etched in my mind, forever.

The Place Where I Stood

Did I really waste a seat of IIT?

Having graduated out of IIT Delhi, I chose to be a writer. Like most of the IITians, by the time I finished my degree, I realized that I was not interested in engineering. I didn't want to push myself into the assembly line and take up a high paying job, serving someone else for any other sector like finance or consulting and I chose to go full time with my writing. I chose to do that I was interested in.

Once my struggle period got over, I encountered a weird kind of hostility amongst some people for me. I always find people who complain to me that I wasted a seat of my college. If I didn't want to become an engineer, why did I give JEE? Why did I waste government's lacs of money spent on me?

Generally, I do not reply to such an allegation, since people don't realize that a 17 year old guy, who hadn't yet seen the world, who hadn't done anything else other than dating his books for most of his high school, can't decide what does he want to do in life? It's only after he sees the world, gets exposed to different professions, art and cultures, that he could realize what is his real calling. And that's not all, sometimes, even after our college lives, we are yet to find our calling. For some, who know their calling, lack of family support or lack of will becomes the major hindrance.

Having chosen to pursue my inner calling, I would like to enable this feeling of satisfaction of discovering and pursuing what one really likes doing in every student. To accomplish this mighty task, I realize that we need a drastic change in one of the key issues of the youth. Schooling. Not only the primary, secondary and high school level, but also at the college level. The current system of schooling follows promote-the-best-forward ideology, which could be clearly elucidated by the fact considering any competition in which the school has to represent its student, teachers no doubt choose the best suited student for that competition. What about others, who might be equally or more interested in participating in that competition? Just because they could not discover whether they have the potential to excel in the other field, they get sidelined. What this results in is a narrowed development of an otherwise talented student, who gets involved in a particular activity and just because she's good in that, she is cut off from all the other interesting activities which could have otherwise opened her mind and made her personality all-rounded.

To explain with my own personal example, I had never written anything other than my answer papers in my school days. I came to IIT, started writing and realized that I was good at it and loved it. I pursued it, got better and much more interested. The reason I never wrote in school was because nobody motivated me to write in school. There were few students, who were good in English and they dominated the school editorial scene. Now surprisingly, none of those students are into writing. Tell me, had I been in the same environment  all the while, would I ever have been able to discover the fact that I'd a flair in writing? No, never.

From where I stand, I can see two ways to move forward in this regard. One privately, by starting a company which trains teachers in holistic teaching and conducts seminars in schools and colleges to enable students discover their hidden talents, by exposing them to different fields. The other is by promoting a club like environment in schools, which thankfully exists in a lot of schools, where people get to participate in group activities in different domains and take them on tours to witness what professional life actually is and when they say they want to become a doctor, they should understand by experience that it's not just about medicines, but also about carefully handling several lives, being hygienic, and on one's toes all the time.

I think that the current schooling system needs restructuring to impart more holistic education along with more exposure to different professional scenarios, so that people choose what they would really love to do and such digression, like me, from one's primary career line doesn't take place so often, leading to a situation where when a student decides to take up engineering, he actually wants to become an engineer.

Written for Stayfree Time for Change contest for indiblogger.

मेरे जूठे हाथ

खाने के मेज पर
माँ के हाथों बनायीं हुई गरमा गरम सब्ज़ी
जब मेरे हाथों से चावल के दानों के साथ मिलती
तो मानो एक अलग ही एहसास होता
लगता कि ऐसी ख़ुशी, पूरे कायनात में न मिले
नानी के हाथों बनाया हुआ आम के अचार
जो बिन बताये ही मेरे उँगलियों से लड़ता, उन्हें छेड़ता
फिर मैं उनसे जूझता, तोड़ता, मरोड़ता
और ख़त्म कर देता
उँगलियों का रंग सब्जी के रंग में कैसे तब्दील हो जाता
इसका कभी भी पता नहीं चलता
उँगलियों को अपने ज़ुबां से साफ़ करता,
चाहते हुए कि वो कभी साफ़ न हो
और चार घंटे बाद, शाम के खेल ख़त्म हो जाने पर
दोबारा वो मेज, दोबारा वो बेजोड़ ख़ुशी

खाने के मेज पर
खुद की बनाई हुई सब्जी
जब चम्मच से चावल के दानों के साथ मिलती
तो मानो एक घुटन सी होती
लगता कि ऐसी घुटन, पूरे कायनात में न मिले
नानी के हाथों बनाये गए आम के अचार की कमी खलती
मेरी उँगलियाँ उस कटे हुए आम की गुठली से जूझने को तरसती
फिर मैं खुद से लड़ता, अन्दर ही अन्दर मसोसता
और चम्मच को कहीं दूर फेक देता
उँगलियों के रंग सब्जी के रंग में कैसे तब्दील हो जाते
पता भी ना चलता
उँगलियों को अपने ज़ुबां से साफ़ भी न करता,
और उस दिन, दस घंटे बाद, मैं घर पर, माँ के साथ
दोबारा वो मेज, दोबारा वो ख़ुशी और मेरे जूठे हाथ |

खुद देख लो

अक्सर मैं इस सोच में डूब जाता हूँ
कि ज़िन्दगी अगर थोड़ी सी अलग होती
तो क्या होता?

मैं देर तक सोचता,
जवाब ढूँढने के फ़िराक में
पर ज़िन्दगी भी साली बहुत तेज़ तरार है

मेरे सवाल को चकमा दे कर
कब गायब हो जाती,
पता भी न चलता

कुछ अलग करने की चाह,
दोस्त बन कर ज़िन्दगी के साथ
बैठ कर चाय पीती, बतियाती, और मुझे चिढ़ाती

कहती, पहले ज़िन्दगी को समझो
फिर उसके साथ छेड़-खानी करना
फिर उसमें अपनी कलाकारी दिखाना

ज़िन्दगी को जानने के लिए
जुर्रत से ज़्यादा अक्ल की ज़रूरत है
और अक्ल से ज़्यादा रूह की सुनने की

क्यूंकि जब अपने रूह से रूबरू होगे,
तो पता चलेगा
तुम्हारी ज़िन्दगी अलग ही तो है,

अलग ही तो है, खुद देख लो
अलग ही तो है, खुद देख लो
खुद देख लो.

हमेशा

हमेशा ऐसा कहाँ होता है
की जो चाहो, वो मिल जाये

ज़िन्दगी के दो सिरे हैं
ख्वाईशें और असलियत
दोनों अलग, दोनों जुदा
हम अक्सर दोनों को मिलाने की
बेपनाह कोशिश करते,
पर जब साथ रहना ही नहीं
तो भला वो क्यूँ सुनें ?
अगर वो न सुने तो हम क्यूँ ?

हम से अहम बनता है
और अहम के हाहाकार से अहंकार
और फिर अहंकार का हाहाकार
फिर, हम कहाँ तुम कहाँ?
सिर्फ मैं ही मैं दिखता है
इस मैं के जंजाल में
आदमी फंसता, बेख़बर
और कोसता फिरता, यहाँ वहाँ

ज़िन्दगी उसकी इतनी भी न सुनती;
उसे तनहा देखकर,
उसका अहम भी उसे धोखा दे कर
भाग निकलता
बचता सिर्फ वो, अकेला।
और मैं, हम की तलाश में
ठोकरें खाता, बेबस और लाचार
अपनी किस्मत से गुफ्तगू करता
और हँसते हुए फिर कहता,

हमेशा ऐसा कहाँ होता है
की जो चाहो, वो मिल जाये

हमेशा, हमेशा.

11 things:

Things that I want to do in the next 1 year (things that are in my hand):

1. Make 5 short films (starting in March, 2012)
2. Hitchhike across India (first six months)
3. Publish 4 books (all across the year)
4. Learn Urdu - (during my travel)
5. Spend a month in the gurukul parampara with Indian Classical musicians (during summer, courtesy SPIC MACAY)
6. Get initiated into Kriya Yoga (once I come back to Delhi)
7. Read 30 contemporary English/Hindi classics (during my travel)
8. Write 100 songs in Hindi/Urdu (all across the year)
9. Learn Python, a computer programming language (once I'm done with my trip)
10. Make a classy FB application, design the UI myself (once I learn Python)
11. Deliver 30 speeches, in Toastmasters, Oration and other invited arenas. (all across the year)

Route to Roots

Hello friends,

After a really long time, I'm actually writing something. That's because after a really long time I'm actually free. First of all I would like to thank Farhan Ashraf, for suggesting this wonderful title 'Route to Roots' for the memoir that I'm going to pen down during my travel.

My last two years had been very enriching for me. I took some radical decisions: didn't take up campus placement, pursued the idea(thewittyshit.com) that I was passionate about, somehow managed to instill belief into my parents and family members about my decision, steered its growth to what it has become today along with my able partner, struggled to earn every little penny for the venture, so that we don't have to borrow money from our parents; lived with uncertainty when our 'right-hands' deserted us in the middle of the entrepreneurial road and kept on moving forward. It was the toughest and most fruitful period of my life. When your talented friends are making a lac a month, hanging on to something financially not quite rewarding works when you work not for money, but for satisfaction. It taught me a lot about conquering one's fear of uncertainty. I know that now I can manage without a penny for seven days, I can live without food for two days, I can live without bathing for ... oh leave it. Now I can clearly say 'been there, done that!'

On February 8th, I decided to leave the venture that I co-founded. Why did I leave? If that's the question that's circling in your mind, I would say that it's a personal question and I would not like to answer that 'now'. I quit. When I got free, I had a lot of options. I could have started applying for jobs in consulting, advertising or private equity firms, for all I am a fit candidate. I could have begun working on another start-up from the 7 innovative business ideas that I have in my mind. Or I could have continued writing chick-lit stuff and be complacent with it. No. This was not me. I am not going to again put myself in an assembly line situation. At least not immediately.

I had spent my last 2 years in such a state that almost every second minute the feeling of what's up with the venture circled my mind. In short, I was more like a machine, which when on, used to only work in a particular direction blocking every other part of it.

Now, being completely free, I had nothing special in mind. I am associated with this amazing bunch of musicians in the band called Avacara. I spent the entire night of 8th with them, jamming all night amidst smoke and mist with them. Music comforted me. I decided that I would learn Hindustani Classical music as it would help me in composition. For that I needed to go home, since my father is friends with a lot of musicians there. So be it. Going home was decided. My mother has not been keeping well lately gave all the more reasons to go home, which is in Dhanbad (Jharkhand). I decided to leave on 25th February to Dhanbad.

But my mother, who is a lecturer, is going to Chandigarh on an academic trip on 16th March for two weeks and I would have been totally alone during that phase. When she told me this, I decided that it was time. Time to travel. It was time to break into the seamless length and breadth of my country, that has always enamoured me. To meet its people, to live their lives, to learn their inspirations, to get inspired from them, to hear their stories and to share mine, to give whatever little experience I possess and to take whatever magnanimous learnings they possess, to meet my readers across India, be a guest to them and hear what they would want to read from me someday and tell them that they would read about themselves sometime pretty soon.

I posted my desire about an India trip on a shoestring budget on Facebook asking for hosts and I was absolutely touched to see an overwhelming response from friends and readers across the country, who were willing to let me reside at their place for free for 2-3 days during my travel. I laid down the dots that my friends had responded and connected them. When I finished, I was astonished to see that it resembled a bird. A bird ready for flight.

I recalled my school days when I read biographies of Steve Jobs or Kalam Saheb or Einstein. All of them had faced this vacant phase where they didn't know what to do and they just kept on travelling and it gave them the next direction to proceed. They met people, they discovered ideas and ideals, they learnt something entirely new during this vacant phase that shaped their lives later on. I am sure this journey is going to cast a deep impression in my soul and is going to change my life in some way, making me a better person and definitely, a better and a more experienced writer.

I'm going to begin my journey from 16th March. I am going to travel alone; with limited baggage, limited money, no laptop, no internet, one diary, one pen and two books titled 'Into The Wild' and 'The Autobiography of a Yogi'. I'm going to meet students, entrepreneurs, my readers, designers, techies, musicians, photographers and more at all those places and going to include my experience with them in my book. The basic intent of this tour is to explore how does the city affect the ideologies and aspirations of people, in the meanwhile searching for the next big idea for another start-up. I am low on cash as I'd exhausted all my royalties(my only source of money) into the venture. I am searching for a sponsor for my trip.

P.S. If you can refer some organization which may be willing to sponsor my trip, I would be more than glad. Not boasting, but just to give you an idea: I have a reach over 60000 young people of the age-group of 13-25 in India via my books, and I would be releasing two books before releasing my travel memoir, so the number is supposed to cross 2 lacs by then. I can easily dedicate a chapter to the sponsor in that book and carry promotional materials(bags/caps) across. Also, part sponsors would be welcome, whose story would be subtly embedded in their cities' stories.

The Unfair World

Whenever things don't go in our favour, we start accusing the world. The paranoia in us takes over us and everyone starts seeming vindictive. Drastically, the case isn't the same when we are having happy times.

This is due to our inability to think negative about ourselves. However, this inability turns into a gifted ability when we are thinking about someone who we do not like. Often, what we like and what we don't like combine and make us think was it indeed something that was worth liking. And thereafter, realization begins that I did not deserve what happened. And this realization will keep happening until you realize that you don't get something because you deserve it or not, but instead, you have to grab that something. Rarely, something would come to you because you deserved it. 

Book Review: A Flawed God

I was relatively free in early December and for the first time, I opted for the BookReviews programme of Blogadda, the site that I'd been following for long. After two weeks of struggling with logistics, it managed to reach me, but I was no more relatively free. It carried a personalised letter for me from the Founder of Blogadda and that was really sweet of them. The book that arrived was with a really interesting name and a pretty refreshing cover, named The Flawed God by Arjun Shekhar. Much like every other book that arrives in my lap, I was absolutely excited and began reading it immediately.

The narration was fresh, could be aptly called as engrossing, good metaphorical usage and without going totally flowery. The subtle humour when the protagonist keeps blowing his nose seemed very innate at first, however the repeated use of the same act, made it a bit draggy and irritating, because I could expect after every couple of paragraphs that the narrator is going to blow his nose. As I'm a straight-out-of-college entrepreneur, having not experienced even a tinge of corporate life, the book didn't quite manage to strike a chord with me and I had to leave it mid-way because I could not relate it to my own life or experiences. But it indeed convinced me that I had chosen the right path of entrepreneurship because the job life is pretty monotonous and the secret societies which could bring some excitement in job-life exist only in fiction.

The book is worth a read if you are the one who's agonized by your current job, irate boss or planning to get something more than promotion from your corporate life. Note to all Chetan Bhagat fans: you might need a dictionary while reading this book, and even after that, you might not get it, so my advice would be to not bet your money.

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at BlogAdda.com. Participate now to get free books!

NOTE: Opt for only those books which really interest you otherwise, you would end up vexing yourself, Blogadda as well as the author at the other end; much like me. I happen to be the last one submitting the review, sorry to Blogadda and Arjun. All the best to Arjun for his future work! :)

The Surreal World

How many times have you felt the need to express what you are seeing, what you are hearing? After several years of association with different forms of art, I can somewhat feel why great painters like John Constable used to start painting in the middle of meadows just to express the beauty that they used to see, how Rahman got the tune for the soulful song Tere Bina of the movie Guru in his dreams, how writers can see stories floating in the air and how avid travellers can explore the best of unseen places without prior planning.

I can feel this need to express. When I saw the Taj Mahal last week, or when I saw Van Gogh's original paintings some years ago and now, when I heard Adele carefully for the first time. I can go on and on writing about how deeply moved I feel when those masterpiece stir my soul with their impeccable beauty and inimitable charm. And the appreciation would never stop, just because they are not just real, but surreal.

thewittyshit.com

I have so many blogger friends. And it was really surprising to me when an avid blogger, who has been in my friend list for over a year and who has been following thewittyshit.com fanpage on facebook for a long time asked me what it was all about.

I take this blog to answer what thewittyshit.com(TWS) is all about.

• Firstly, it's a creative networking website
• A website where creativity acts as a bridge to connect people. Unlike social network, where people connect via their already existing contacts, a creative network is where creativity of the person is responsible for expanding one's network. 
• This can be elucidated by the concept of an art gallery. When you go to an art gallery and you see a painting that you like, you feel the need to connect to the artist to appreciate him/her and to follow his art-work later on in the coming future. There it's creativity of the artist that drives you to connect to him.
• It's a platform where you can get paid for writing just one line.
• Being a writer, I always felt that there was no platform where I could monetize my one-liners, which were good and too many in number owing to my activity on facebook and twitter.
• If you too are an avid tweeter, one-liner writer, TWS is just the right platform for you. Post your one-liners, get recognized and get featured amongst 25 thousand people. 
• And that's not all, every six months, fifty best one-liners would be shortlisted and would be merchandized into tees and retailed. And you get royalty. So you get paid for writing just one line.

• It's a literary crowdsourcing website for corporate branding and advertising
• Brands can crowdsource their literary content from our hyper-creative users by running a contest on our platform
• They not only get the literary content, but also position and publicise their brand amongst our urban educated youth, who are the avid users of the website
• You get awesome prizes for writing just one word or one line for the venture.
• Currently, it's the major revenue model for the venture

Regarding the team, we are two full time people: my partner and batchmate, Apoorv Jain and I. We have over 60 part-time people being college students and around 250 campus ambassadors across India.

Personal Goals

Enough of disoriented and undisciplined life. It's time to gain back the hold. Rather than long term goals, this time I'll have December goals, I'll disclose on 1st January, how well am I on track:

This December:

• Master PHP, Javascript and mySQL. Become the CTO of thewittyshit.com
• Write 30,000 words. Make Kanav meet Tanya. :D
• Solo on my elec~baby.
• Write an insightful article on the topic that concerns me a lot: Role of Motivation in Schooling System.
• Join Toastmasters
• Socialize: via FED, JUDE and other great people place

Break-up Note

Every time I say I won't call you, I end up calling you. This time I would stick to my words, I'm a man of words, I should live up to my image.

When you were there, I could very easily deny the fact that I love you, sometimes just to play around with you, sometimes just to hurt you. But now when you are gone, I can't deny it. Not even once. I love you. More than I ever realized I could. You, your perpetual happiness, your smile when you were standing on the other side of the road, your peculiar laugh, your brisk walk, your slender fingers, your captivating smell, your silky hair, your little-bit-hairy neck, your perfect toes, your small feet, your glistening white teeth and those big gums - the only imperfection in you that made you a little bit imperfect - thus perfect for me - cloud my mind all the time. In the last three weeks, there hasn't been a moment when I didn't think about you. I can't understand why thinking about you always makes me cry. I'm a strong man, I have always told myself. But now when you're gone, I realize that you were my strength.

I wish I could have been the person who could keep you happy. I wish I could touch your heart once again as I did once upon a time. I wish you had never gone. I wish you were here. I wish you loved me. I wish all my wishes come true. You come true. We come true.

- Excerpt from the ongoing third book.

Jagjit Singhji

It has been a very sad day for me. Jagjit Singhji has been the most integral part of my upbringing. There has never been a day when his ghazals didn't resonate in my ears. My father, being an ardent Jagjit Singh follower, reveres him like God and has been lucky enough to have met the legend over 2-3 times. My father sings Jagjitji's ghazals and his voice resembles Jagjit Ji so much that when I moved to Delhi or abroad during my internship and used to listen to Jagjitji's songs, I used to miss my father a lot. In 2009 when I was in Glasgow, I broke into tears for 30 minutes(yes! the longest sob of my lifetime) after hearing Jagjit Singh's "Kabhi Khamosh Baithoge, Kabhi gungunaoge. Main itna yaad aunga, mujhe jitna bhulaoge." I was missing my father. 

 I have been lucky to have heard all his songs, all his concerts videos and I'm so thankful to my father for having admired a person of Jagjitji's calibre and introducing me to him. Recently, on 3rd Sept he was to perform with Ustad Ghulam Ali saheb at the Talkatora stadium in Delhi and I could not find a pass. Fever 104 FM was distributing free passes to those who submitted their request of songs for the legends for the event and I so much wanted to go that I sent them around 40 SMSes giving 40 different songs of Jagjit ji, but unfortunately Fever had no knowledge of my irresistible urge. I was irritated the whole day when I could not get the ticket. 

Today, I have lost a father like figure, who has been my company in happiness or sorrow alike, whose mere appearance in Sa Re Ga Ma as a judge made us wait till the end to hear him sing, whose every casette adorns the shelves at my home, whose every song is ingrained in my memory permanently and whose inimitable charm can never die. I can never convey my admiration for him in words for introducing me to the world of philosophy, romance and child-like humour and letting me acknowledge their essence in our lives. You've been like my second father, I'll miss you.

ABC - a story

There was a boy, A. He had some problem with his friend, B. They both had a common friend, C. A thought of writing to the common friend C complaining about B and to get his help him tackle the issue, as he had full belief in him that C was just and fair.

Upon reading A's letter, C thought that the problem was trivial and he forwarded the letter to B without A's knowledge; to let B deal with it by talking to A personally. For A the problem was not trivial. For B, the letter was not trivial. Now, B got hurt, since A's letter contained complaints about B and his grievances with him. C wanted A and B to interact. But B was so hurt that he wanted to write a letter in reply instead. B wrote a letter listing his grievances and instead saying that A's grievances had deeply hurt B while A is shocked at the fact that C, the friend he considered would help, had unknowingly made the situation worse by forwarding the letter to B, when he should ideally have suggested a solution to A.

A is helpless and is desperate about making things right, leaving everything aside. B is angry, but I hope equally desperate to make things right. C is hurt, but A hopes that he, vested with the authority, would make things right.

The Perfect Woman

Google about how to find perfect guys. You'll find numerous articles saying who to date and who not. But hardly there will be articles which could tell you what kind of girl you should date.

I take it upon myself as my responsibility to enlighten the world about what kind of girls, if they actually existed, would have been perfect for guys. The Perfect Woman. The mystery unknown. The ultimate piece of Godliness. Here they come:

• Date a girl who is well-read: Yes, friends. Being well-read is important. Being well read doesn't mean having read all Chetan Bhagat's books. Not even 'my' kind of books(see, I'm modest!). It means having a rich taste of good books. It assures you that the girl has a taste, a preference, that she won't take shit. And if she agrees to date you, it means you're something. How's that for confidence? This also assures that she would prefer 'hi' to a 'hieeeee' whenever you meet her.

• Date a girl who is funny: Almost sixty percent of the girls when asked what is the one quality that they would want in their dream-man, say 'sense of humour' or 'someone who would make me laugh'. While they easily pass on the difficult baton to us, since humour is, by no means, an ordinary talent; they forget to realize that even a man could desire some fun. Now don't twist your head, I'm not talking that kind of fun. In this multitude of sentimentality, it's a rarity to find a 'sense of humour' in the fairer sex, however keep your eyes open. Some woman with the fragrance of nitrous oxide might pass by. That's laughing gas, dumb-bash! (pardon my pathetic sense of humour!)

• Date a girl who is not-so-gorgeous: While most of us desire, and at some level, even fantasize about dating gorgeous girls, but let me tell you, almost 99% of them are very fussy. They'll make your life hell. Trust my experience. A not-so-gorgeous girl is perfect. She would listen to you, treat you like a teddy bear rather than a pet dog and you could make even your friends with gorgeous-girlfriends jealous by letting them know how teddy-bearish you feel like. 

• Date a girl who has an ambition: Now this may sound preachy but it pays in the long run. The woman must have something other than you, gossiping  and shopping to keep her busy with. It might be a desire to become a paragon in cooking, teaching, business or writing misandrist blogs. Or even changing the country. Ambition. It's a prerequisite, gives you breathing space and keeps her happy without extra effort on your part. Also, in case you happen to be a total sucker, this would run your home!

• Date a girl who is cool: This is very important. They should be cool with everything except three or more some. Yes, if she gets over-protective or over-concerned for you, just tell her to get lost since  you already have your Mom for such cute things. How would you ascertain on your first date that she's cool? Well, this is a tough nut to crack. But I've a trick. Tell her that you don't like her and check her reaction. If she is cool, she would remain cool. And if she's not, then make sure you know the nearest hospital around.

• Date a girl who likes you, rather than admire you: Liking doesn't require a reason. Admiration does. Admiration creates walls, makes you larger than life. Liking breaks walls, makes the liker likable. Admiration is for your qualities, liking is for you. I'm assuming that you're not a total loser.  Pardon me if I erred. Did you like this piece of advice? Now you can like my facebook page!

• Once, for few days, date a girl who is rich and spoilt: This is guy's side of the story. There is no such thing as free lunch for only those who haven't seen this side of the world. Always manage to date at least one rich girl, with a big car and a Louis Vuitton purse, so that later you could tell your grandson that you were nothing less than a Superman when you were young. Tell your chunnu-munnus about how you once dated a hot chick, who had a Beetle and who smoked pot, and dumped her when you got bored of her concern about the greenery in her purse rather than redness of your cheeks; and married their Dadi. If you are not a celeb like me right now, just follow this advice, you'll have a young fan following in your old age. Just make sure that the Dadi that you find for your grandchildren was more spoilt than the Beetle wali, else your Superman chaddi utar jaegi.

• Date a girl who is not too senti-menti: It's a heart-breaking statement but yes, a hefty percentage of girls are sentimental cry-babies. If you're a girl and you get offended by this, you clearly know what I mean. Such girls spend the majority of their time drooling over some random crush of theirs, who might be already committed; getting fascinated by some random celebrity so much that even dreams are 'haunted' by them; getting all emotional about some random crap that some lunatic guy said about their weight or dressing style and in worst cases, for not being able to share bitchy stories about their acquaintances to their friends. Date a girl who's opposite of all these, who sheds tears only when she cuts onions and you cook!

• Date a girl who's got some talent: Talents are interesting. Encourage her to pursue them. Make sure that she never ever gives them up because of any reason whatsoever. Appreciate her. It'll make her happy with herself and in turn, make you happy and proud. And nothing is greater than happiness, i.e. me: Harsh. Thank you. Now you can clap. 

And thus I enlist all my fantasies into one blogpost. If you're a woman having all these qualities, feel free to reach me at: harshsnehanshu@gmail.com. I'll fix up a date. With the perfect man. :)

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Unanswered Questions

As a matter of fact, there have been many questions that I'd been asked as a writer, which I never really answered. Now awaiting my second book's launch, I want to tell you how I really feel about myself as a writer.

As an author of a book, the kind of book - a campus based love story - I feel a bit dejected that I couldn't launch myself as an author known for writing a masterpiece. Regarding my books, I consider them  interesting racy reads, targeting a special segment of people - the people who are looking to attain pleasure in the form of fun from the book. My books have no literary giveaway or social message. It's just a fast-paced love-story mixed with a comedy of errors, giving a good dose of entertainment to the reader, if he's in a receptive mood. For readers with a literary bent of mind or those who read for enrichment of their ideologies, my book will pass as an average or even an insipid read. As a matter of fact, I myself have completely stopped reading any such works, by young authors like me, since I get too judgmental and instead of enjoying the book, I waste my time in getting exasperated with the author.

But come here and look at the positive side - if I had waited to write the so-called 'outstanding' book before publishing, it would have taken me at least 4-5 years to evolve as a writer by reading, learning and exposing myself to the art to be able to churn out a masterpiece and in the meanwhile, I might have given up writing. Even if I'd continued, I would have missed 4-5 years of experience as an author and the assurance of getting published any day I wish, which happens to be the greatest push for me to experiment with my writing. Not only that, I would have missed around 1 lac loyal readers and I would have missed tens of thousands of mails and constructive criticisms to help me learn what a reader wants. And even if I wrote an outstanding book later on, I would have always repented of not having started earlier. Also, as a matter of fact, masterpieces don't sell - you would be surprised to know that my first book has sold more copies in India than Salman Rushdie's last book Enchantress of Florence.

So let it be. The first book - at the age of 18 - as just being the witness of my first big leap of faith to foray into something that was way beyond my wildest dreams and eventually getting published, consistently selling around 30k copies in 2 years, interacting with over two thousands readers from across the globe and then coming up with a sequel and currently working on the sequel to the sequel. It's much more than awesome. It's actually the best thing that happened to me, ever. I might have started my writing career with a cliched novel but it gives me immense faith and grit to paint my tomorrow as a serious fiction writer and look forward to become a full-time writer someday after I publish my masterpiece.

My first or second book aren't the books which my father could proudly present to his boss saying that his son has written it, they aren't the books which will win me awards, they aren't the books which will make me super rich, but they are the books - the little milestones in my writing life - that'll one day bring me all those things. And I'm really glad that it happened. Amen.

P.S. And guess what, it's paying my bills currently, as I'm immersed in full-time travel.

Tomorrow

My next 10 years, prospective book titles:

1. Oops trilogy - Light fiction
2. Graffiti - short-story collection
3. 365 Days - Fiction, book of tweets, more like a play
4. The Book - A love story
5. As I'll Die in Sometime - Thriller, Dark
6. Abdul - Fiction
7. Tale of a plot - Novella
8. Mother - Fiction, Dark
9. The Last Book - Fiction
10. Coma, Comma - Novella
11. The Muddleheaded Prime Minister - Satire
12. Coffee? - A romantic play

Experiences. Past three months.

Often comes a time, when things start crumbling and everything starts falling apart. It only awaits a new beginning. In the last three months, things in my life have been greatly influenced and changed, owing to diverse reasons and I've certainly started to identify myself more as a person in synergy with the new age of activism. I'm a different person now. Earlier my purpose of existence was entertainment, more precisely self-entertainment via several sources such as writing, music, reading etc. Now it has changed. I've evolved as an activist now and want to champion the causes that I feel passionate for. I wish to utilise all my talents together to bring a change in issues that bother me and society on a whole. In this regard, I've come to realize that writing and networking are the two ultimate weapon for creating a revolution and I feel really grateful to God to pursue the two.

I want to share some amazing things that I've come across and been involved with in the last two months.

Social media creativity and activism

• Diary of a SLUT - I came across this article on the day it was written, since I happened to personally know the writer. And without any effort on the writer's part, this article has gone viral, just because of the content and the power in her cause. Her mission has been read by 10000 people and amplified by over 2000 people across the globe, in just 15 days, without any pass-it-on-otherwise-it-will-bring-bad-luck tactic.
• Let's do ABCD during convocation - A movement to bring a change in the convocation tradition of IIT Delhi, to change the prevailing decreasing CGPA order to call out names to alphabetical order. It sparked off with just a status message and within four days got the support of more than 450 IIT students and alumnis. The petition has been placed in front of Director and his response is awaited.
• Get well soon, Mr. ABC - We participated in a prominent B-plan competition and won the 2nd prize. Unfortunately, we never received the prize. That prompted me to take use of the social media to bring out the corruption of such a reputed college and forewarn the prospective candidates from appearing. I wrote to the organizer for over a dozen of times but no response came, when ultimately I'd to resort to the use of social media. And it proved effective. I just sent this incomplete letter to the Overall Coordinator, and told him that I'm going to make it public after the next three days. One day later, my account was credited with the required amount.
• The Lazy Writer's Competition -I launched this competition to crowdsource the title of my novel. I managed my own PR and through twitter and social engines popularized the competition. During this process, many of my interviews were published and a wonderful response was seen from my readers and bloggers likewise. It was an enchanting feeling and ultimately I even found out the title from amongst the submitted titles.
• 365 Days - my fourth book - is a book full of tweets. The social bug caught me. I thought of utilising my time spent on the social media and began writing this book. Unfortunately, I've stopped in between for quite sometime now. Will resume as soon as I get time.

Effect of information

• Auto-wala - All the Delhiites, if you're tired of the rampant rates charged by the autowallas, then note this number: 01142400400. The moment I came to know that there exists a complain no. if the Delhi autowallah charges more than the meter rate, I exercised it incessantly. I've lodged a complaint of about 12 autowalas and haven't paid a penny extra since then.
• RTI - Another important right in the hands of the common man. I'm going to file an RTI against DTU, in case they don't give us our prize, which we won in a B-plan competition. We are tired of mailing.

Graduation. New Home. New Activities

• I found a fully furnished 2BHK flat in Malviya Nagar. It's good, independent, airy and shabby - come on what would do you expect of bachelors from IIT. It's a home cum office. My landlord is an entrepreneur himself, check out brandbaron.com
• I tried nude photography. Don't ask me who was the model! ;)
• www.thewittyshit.com - I won't say anything about it. Check it yourself. My child has grown big and has become quite famous.
• I wrote to Anurag Kashyap relating to him one of my novel's plots. He's yet to respond. Perhaps he won't.
• I'm single. Yes, you can try your luck. :P

Good day.