Friday, January 3, 2014

VOTES APP: What say?

How would you inspire and mobilize India's youth to vote in the Indian General Elections 2014 using social mobile apps?

A year ago, if the same question were posed, I would have deemed it to be impossible. But over the past one year, the kind of response and social media mobilization the Indian politics has been seeing is unprecedented. Not only did people discuss, criticize and put forward their ideas in relation to the government, but also campaigned their favorite political parties and lead them to surprisingly good results. A good case in point has been Aam Aadmi Party, which initially mobilized the masses through its social media handles and thereon through mobile apps and cloud telephony using VoiceTree.

India has already reached a billion mark for the mobile phone users and right from the rickshaw driver to the CEOs, everyone has an access to mobile phones. With cheap internet packs and offline mobile apps, it would be a landmark move to see the voting process be undertaken via this medium. To mobilize India's youth to go a further step so as to vote in the Indian General Elections 2014 using social mobile apps, I think some of the following creative ways could help. This can be done by an app appropriately named Votes App, which has the following features:

Prerequisite: Aadhar integration: Each person while buying the sim of his or her mobile phone should give his aadhar number for the integration.

1. It's SMS based - Since we are talking about the General Elections, we should keep in mind that unlike urban areas, in the majority of India it is mainly the poor people who come out to vote. If we assume the voters among them to have a phone, it's unfair to assume them having an internet connection to use such an app. In such a case an SMS based app works the best. Through the census, we can already assess the number of voters under one family mobile number. Each voter can add the aadhar code through which he could send in an SMS to register his vote.

2. Has finger print scanning feature: One touchphone can be installed to cast votes in villages across India. Such an app can reach out to many people who otherwise are not accessible. Under the observation of one Election Commission member, this can have wide reaching effect, since finger prints are unique and thanks to Aadhar card, these are ingrained in the computer system as well.

3. Face recognition: For urban places, this can definitely work well.  Having a camera phone where face could be scanned and matched with Aadhar cards, this can enable people to cast their vote privately.

4. Simulating Democracy: Voting game apps: The best way to mobilize youth is to generate more interest about politics. The best way for that is to create apps which simulate democracy and include a campaigning method of online voting in that simulation, so that their minds can relate to the idea on a more personal level.

5. Tying up with news sites: Political news sites with heavy traction could be approached on a barter deal to create a quizzing app based on current affairs which mobilizes interest of people along with makes them lead into a technologically sound election system in near future - by giving them hypothetical questions about online voting.

6. A movement in favor of technology needs to created now: With brands like We-Chat thinking on these lines, they should utilize their gigantic userbase to popularize this idea. Also, by incentivizing the government to pilot run such an idea over the next few months is bound to create a sound result.

Frankly, it's quite difficult to make it a reality by 2014 since it requires both technological and policy changes, but I'm sure that by the end of 2019, both the advances in technology and the strengthening of government's technological prowess will enable this dream a reality.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Chetan Bhagat Phenomenon: Boon or bane for Indian Publishing and Readership?

Note: This is an academic paper, not an opinion piece, except for the conclusion. Having been a part of this industry for over a period of five years, I have made it an honest and in-depth analysis, to give you an elaborate idea of the Indian commercial publishing industry.
Introduction
The year is 2004. A 30 year old investment banker, having just finished writing a novel on his college life, is going door to door of publishing houses in old Delhi. He has been rejected outright by twelve of them. They say that his writing style is too simplistic, unliterary, and some even call it bad; the topic he’s writing on lacks the broader societal landscape; some question his credentials and background to attempt writing a novel – his prized investment banking career doesn’t add value to his fledgling writing CV, and some conveniently choose not to reply at all. But he is persistent. He befriends the owner of a small publisher based in Daryaganj, who, seeing him in a hapless condition, takes mercy and gives him a shot. They estimate the number of copies he would sell, aware of the fact that in India, it’s only the elite who read works in English – the writings that are literary and descriptive; their bookshelves adorned with internationally acclaimed stalwarts like Salman Rushdie, Amitav Ghosh, Vikram Seth, and Arundhati Roy, their writing style rich, layered and elegant unlike his.  Nevertheless he counts relatives, friends, and friends of friends on his fingers. The number adds up to, after a lot of optimistic extrapolation, slightly less than one thousand. The book is released with the first print run of one thousand. One year later, his book is the highest selling novel of India and its author, Chetan Bhagat, a phenomenon. What’s the catch here? That he is from IIT and his book breaks many myths about an institute of formidable repute? (Viswamohan) Or is it because he celebrates the loss of virginity among his characters (Mishra), which is unconventional and appeals to rebellious youngsters? 

Nine years have passed since. The Indian publishing industry has been a dumbstruck witness to all its prior predicted trends and speculations being given a toss by one man with no background in writing, no godfather in the industry. Four other novels and a work of non-fiction, besides myriad newspaper columns and Bollywood scripts, have come from his pen during this time, all of them bestsellers which touched a million copies mark within a few years from release. In 2008, New York Times called him ‘the biggest selling English language novelist in India's history’. In 2010, Time magazine named him as ‘one of the 100 Most Influential People in the World’. It looks like a life out of dreams, a rags-to-riches story and no wonder, in this country which believes in hero worship, Chetan Bhagat becomes one. But unlike the magnanimous international adulation that he has received, he has grown to be one of India’s most hated public figures for many reasons, his success included. 
For many who are his fans, he is a cult, an icon, a role model; a regular invitee to their college guest-lectures where, as he writes on his website, “his stellar education and diverse professional background make him the ideal person to share his thoughts and experiences” (chetanbhagat.com). He is someone who is approved of by parents, even those who can’t read in English as they are impressed by the very same IIT/IIM degrees in his author profile which earlier didn’t seem useful for his writing resume. For some, he’s like the superhero that had shown some spark when it arrived into the literary scene, but instead of saving the sinking ship with his popularity and reach, he has been instrumental in plummeting it deeper into the sea of mediocrity. For others, he never arrived on the literary scene – he remained an epitome of mediocrity. (Dasgupta)
It’s difficult to come up with one conclusion among these diverse and extreme opinions, each of which stands true in its own right. Therefore through this essay, I intend to analyze Chetan Bhagat’s impact on Indian publishing and readership, rather than analyzing his writing. This paper shall examine three aspects of Bhagat’s impact: (a) the birth of a massive young readership and its effect, (b) the emergence of commercial fiction and its quality, and (c) writing as a career post-Bhagat.
Readership: The birth of the middle-class Indian reader
The reason Bhagat  attained unprecedented success is because his work struck a chord with middle-class young India, the India that never read Indian writing in fiction, that held and still holds English in awe and fear, which belongs to the tier 2 and 3 cities of the country . Even to this day, almost ten years since his first book appeared in the market, his books don prime space in all the Wheeler bookstalls of even the smallest railway stations – from Guwahati to Ranchi to Kanyakumari. Kavita Bhanot, an erstwhile literary agent, relates in Forbes, “I have known young people who don’t usually read, reading his books. Most recently, I met a boy on the bus from Palampur to Delhi, who would not normally read, and was not so comfortable in English, reading The Three Mistakes..., slowly, but enjoying it, and proud too, to be reading a book in English.” This pride is what Chetan Bhagat delivered to the middle-class Indian reader, which has made his following loyal and huge with over two million fans and followers on Facebook and Twitter. Suman Gupta’s research paper sheds light on this trend:
Two surveys give some indication of the character and attitudes of this reading constituency: a CSDS-KAS (de Souza et al 2009) survey of social attitudes among Indian youth, and a NBT-NCAER (Shukla 2010) Indian youth readership survey. The CSDS-KAS 2009 survey uses data collected from around 5,000 respondents, aged between 14 and 34, more or less evenly distributed across the country with some booster samples from areas with high population density (towns); and the NBT-NCAER 2010 survey covered 3,11,431 literate youth (13-35 year olds), across 207 rural districts and 199 towns in India. The latter estimates the youth population of India to be 459 million (38% of the total), of which 333 million is literate. Of the literate youth, this survey indicates, about 25% read books for pleasure, relaxation and knowledge enhancement; and English is the preferred language for leisure reading of 5.3% of those (Hindi is for 33.4%, Marathi 13.2%, Bengali 7.7%). By these figures, the number of readers of an extraordinarily successful English language commercial fiction book is unlikely to exceed 4.41 million.

This survey was taken in 2009; five years after Bhagat’s arrival and the figures are whopping. 4.41 million constitutes a huge readership, something that India had not seen before. The author Samit Basu puts it rather succinctly, “[Chetan has] shown how wrong Indian publishers are when they explain away their failures to sell Indian fiction to large numbers of Indians by saying there are no readers. Of course there are readers; Chetan's managed to tell them they exist.” Bhagat’s first book Five Point Someone continues to be the most landmark book in his literary career, being the highest selling book of India till date. The book describes the other side of the reputed IITs and was an immediate hit in the audience. For the first time, an aspirant or someone who’s grown up listening to the huge hype built around the brand of IIT could vicariously become a part of its life. Ever since its inception, IIT’s entrance examination JEE has been considered to be world’s toughest examination (The Hindu) with over half a million aspirants from all across the country, mostly from middle-class India, undertaking it each year. Bhagat’s first book, dedicated to his alma mater IIT Delhi, busted all the myths related to the IITs in a gripping story. It worked in favour of Bhagat in two ways. First, it inducted a non-reader curious about the IITs into reading, and later hooked him with its simple language, which the reader could very well identify with. Chetan Bhagat, with his illustrious degrees and later on fame as an author, became a role model for aspirants.
To cater to the mass market and middle-class audience, the publisher Rupa had carefully tweaked around with the price point. All of Bhagat’s novels have been priced at an affordable 95 rupees (now it’s 140 rupees), which makes it possible for the young small-town high-school going student to buy and read what it is to be inside the IITs, to work in a call center, to have a love marriage, and how to make it big despite not getting into the IITs. As a bonus, the low price deters piracy, since at such low cost the profit margin for a pirated book becomes insignificant.
To keep the reader engaged, Bhagat implemented a lot of lessons he learnt during his IIT-IIM days. Along with the media buzz, he happens to be the first author to have his own website, his first books contained teasers of the upcoming books, he initiated the concept of selling signed copies at a premium price (chetanbhagat.com), and spent rather lavishly in the PR campaign of his books with grand launches roping in stalwarts like Shashi Tharoor to inaugurate his book. Though Bhagat claims himself to be destiny’s child (Dasgupta), having not anticipated his stupendous success before launch and counting prospective readers on his fingers before the release of his first book, Ankita Mukherji, a former assistant editor at a big publishing house which rejected Bhagat’s manuscript, writes in her autobiographical article with the Open Magazine:
[In the slush pile[1], there] came a professionally bound manuscript with perfect layouts and typefaces. Even more interestingly, the first page had a CD stuck on it which said ‘Read Me’. Feeling a little like Alice in Wonderland, I followed instructions and up popped a multi-hued PowerPoint presentation. Swiftly and efficiently, it introduced me to the author (a hot-shot young investment banker) and his book (a coming-of-age novel about friends at one of India’s best-known colleges). But what came next absolutely took my breath away. A marketing strategy that would ensure the book became an instant bestseller: low pricing and buy-backs, tie-ups with the said academic institution and its alumni (all of whom, the author felt, would immediately want copies of his book). This author was clearly no pushover. If only he had written his manuscript with half the dedication he had put into his marketing plan!

Clearly, Bhagat’s success has not been serendipitous but a carefully calculated work, targeted to capture the mind-share of people from all across India.
Publishing: Emergence of commercial fiction
Chetan Bhagat is often credited with single-handedly revolutionizing the commercial fiction industry in India. When newspapers and magazines rightfully adorn him with sobriquets like The Paperback Messiah (Perur), The Game Changer, The Trendsetter, The Golden Goose (Sarkar), it’s but natural for him to comment on the era before him. Novels before Bhagat, as he himself says in an interview with NDTV, “targeted the elite and most often Western audience, and were written to win prizes” (Perur). There was no culture of commercial fiction and even if there was, it was frowned upon and there was apathy towards such writing (Bose, Forbes).
One of the first successful commercial novels before Bhagat was Anurag Mathur’s  The Inscrutable Americans (Rupa), published in 1991, but as Saugata Mukherjee, publisher of Pan Macmillan India notes, “[Mathur’s] success was not anywhere close to Bhagat’s phenomenal rise.” The possible reason that prevented Mathur’s book from pulling off a Bhagat on the Indian publishing scene can be aptly summed up in the words of Amitabha Bagchi, author of Above Average (2006, Harper Collins) – a book about a student’s life in IIT.  He says, in an interview with Forbes, “The interesting thing is that The Inscrutable Americans, a publishing phenomenon in its time (and still selling well today) was not able, at the time, to goad the rest of the publishing business into being more aggressive the way Five Point Someone was. Perhaps that is a product of the rise of a media culture that Bhagat was able to navigate successfully.” Bhagat’s success in this view is the result of his being at the right place at the right time with the right product.
Since Bhagat’s arrival, the Indian publishing industry has witnessed drastic changes. The first being how it transformed the definition of the word bestseller. Typical Indian ‘bestseller’ sold  between 3,000 and 5,000 copies; a true success is one that remains in print for years, with reprints of 2,000 copies or so every nine or 12 months (Tharoor). Bhagat’s novels, with sales of a staggering million copies a year, sparked off a trend that made publishers escalate the bestseller slab to a minimum of 10000 copies. The expanding market saw a burgeoning of myriad publishing houses with the passing years. As researched by Gupta:
The story of commercial fiction publishing is part of a larger story about the growth of the Indian publishing sector. In terms of absolute figures this is an impressively large and diverse sector. According to Pathak (2011), 12,375 publishers were registered with the ISBN India agency at the end of 2007, with an estimated 90,000 titles being produced each year, and with the industry showing an optimistic growth estimate of 30%.

The stories of independent publishing houses bring together another astonishing saga. Most notable of the local proprietary publishing houses is Srishti which immediately capitalized on Bhagat’s opening of the market. When Tushar Raheja, a fourth year student of IIT-Delhi in 2005, was searching for a publisher for his manuscript Anything for you, Ma’am, an IITian’s love story, as the subtitle blatantly says, Srishti immediately published it with a similar MRP of 100 rupees (flipkart.com). The book was an instant bestseller. What followed was the creation of the hundred rupee fiction market and new publishers like Mahaveer and General Press jumping in to grab a piece of cake. It seemed as if every engineering college student with a girlfriend scribbled his love story, aspiring to be the next Chetan Bhagat, with titles like Of Course I Love You (2008), Oops! I Fell in Love! (2009) etc. authored by engineering students flooding the market and selling like hot cakes. Srishti churned out bestsellers after bestsellers, its raw manuscripts most often unedited, shoddy, in Hinglish, didn’t bother the mass market readers, rather it connected well with them since it spoke to them in their language and there was no need of a dictionary whatsoever while reading. There is an upward trend not only in readers but also authors. Srishti’s proprietor Jayant Bose notes, “Earlier we would get 100 book proposals a year, now we get around 100 book proposals a month,” (DNA). This alarming rate of budding writers owes itself directly to Bhagat who made novels an affordable and readable commodity. Most often these new lad-lit writers, after reading Bhagat et al, think that they too can write like Bhagat and driven by the live example of Bhagat’s success, hope to make it big. The new publishing houses only help proliferate their novels in the eager consumer market.

Giants like Penguin and Random House after keenly watching the post-Bhagat period for over three years shed their snobbery and entered the commercial fiction market to wrestle with established Indian players like Rupa and Srishti. Penguin came up with Metro Reads, which promised to publish commercial fiction books ensuring Penguin-like quality and Random House brought forth Ebury Press, to take forward the domain of commercial fiction. Unable to find the next Chetan Bhagat on their own, they started utilizing their deep pockets and lured the bestselling authors of Rupa and Srishti with huge advances. Authors like Ravinder Singh, Rashmi Bansal, Durjoy Datta, Ravi Subramanium, Preeti Shenoy have all been picked by these big houses.

The literary industry defined by Chetan Bhagat encountered another phenomenon seven years after his entry in Amish Tripathi. Amish, hailing from a similar IIM and investment banking background, owes it to Bhagat for opening up the market for unliterary fiction, but Amish had to create his own readership. His books, The Shiva Trilogy, were not Bhagatish – pertaining to love, relationships, youth, career, but rather mythological fiction, and have been a welcome change in the published genres. Amish, unlike Bhagat, is more open about the role of marketing in making his books take India by storm. In his interview with Sunil Sethi in NDTV’s Just Books, he says, ‘Books don’t sell on their own. I know so many books that deserved to be bestsellers, but lack of marketing didn’t make them become one.’ Amish has taken book marketing to the next level, having invested heavily for marketing his first book with posters and free sample first chapters at all the major bookshops before launch. For his books, he even launched the first video trailer of a book in India and followed it up with a music album with Times Music for book promotion (HT). Courtesy Amish, writers nowadays are not shying away from giving credit to marketing, and even publishing houses are coming up with innovative strategies to promote books. Penguin India, to promote Durjoy Dutta’s new book Someone Like You (2013), tied up with Barista and offered a free book with two cappuccinos. Thanks to their association with big houses, authors like Bhagat and Amish with contestable literary talents are now a regular presence at prominent literature festivals among veterans like Pico Iyer, Gulzar, and Amitav Ghosh.

Spin-off Writers & Writing as a Career:
Writing, no more, is a vocation pursued only by the gifted litterateur, but by anyone who can make the mass readers of India hooked on to their words. Most of these authors write ‘Bhagatized’ fictionon common themes – love, sex, college, education, politics, mythology, and cricket – the essentials of Chetan Bhagat mass market fiction. Bhagat’s readers are not only loyal to him, but to ‘Bhagatized’ fiction, which has given birth to numerous young lad lit[2] writers in India. 

In a country where full-time writing was a dream not achieved by even many critically acclaimed writers, these young writers have become money-making machines, with their novels having shifted into the category of fast-moving consumer goods (Soofi). The royalties earned by commercial fiction authors in post-Bhagat era is unprecedented source. Author Ravi Subramaniam bought a BMW from the royalties from his debut book, If God Was A Banker date, which sold around 2.65 lac copies in a year. For a two book deal, Subramaniam received a whopping 1.25 crores rupees advance from Penguin India (Forbes). Durjoy Datta cashing in on his popularity from his extremely popular books co-founded his own publishing house Grapevine along with Sachin Garg, his friend and a bestselling author. Amish recently received a five crore advance for his next series from Westland.

The publishing industry is a big money game, and writers who have found their audience are now living not only comfortable but lavish lives with their royalties (Outlook). The trend is upwards and writing market in future is only going to expand and commercial fiction writers are only going to flourish. Even seven years after his arrival, Bhagat single handedly turned away the slump in fiction sales in 2011. Anyone who has ever snorted contemptuously at Chetan Bhagat should know that the “steep growth” in the fiction market in the second half of 2011 is credited to the sales of his latest novel, Revolution 2020. (Pal)  Penguin India had experienced 500% sales growth in the same year and the Indian reader market could now compete with the entire middle-east (BookSeller). The upward trend doesn’t only affect the commercial fiction writers but also literary fiction writers, since a lot of people who get inducted into reading via commercial fiction are now migrating to the literary fiction. A literary novel like G. D. Roberts’ Shantaram (2003) has sold over 5 lac copies (DNA), though it took around five years to achieve that target, but still it’s a positive trend.

Conclusion:
Indian publishing industry, in the times to come, is going to look back at the Indian publishing history in two different eras: pre-Bhagat and post-Bhagat. Chetan Bhagat, irrespective of public opinion, continues to be a boon for the publishing industry for India has never been swept to read like this before, the sales have never been so astounding. New authors following his footsteps are only benefitting out of it, and same holds true for the old authors who could capitalize on the widening market. Some of the readers who start with Bhagat’s fiction migrate to literary novels with time, one step at a time, from Bhagat to Amish to Adiga to Rushdie. Besides, for the first time in the history of Indian publishing is Bollywood keeping keen watch on popular books, getting intricately involved with the publishing industry, after the blockbuster success of 3 Idiots (2010). Unswerving critics blame Bhagat for the corruption of the English language by using Hinglish and colloquial words, but Bhagat claims that he is not a Hinglish writer but an English writer (NDTV), which is true. Apart from a casual Hindi cuss-word sprinkled once in a while in his books, there isn’t any Hinglish usage. As long as the editorial arm of the publishing house take care to make his writing grammatically sound and less colloquial, Chetan Bhagat shall have no reason to worry. 

In terms of writing, however, Chetan Bhagat has been slammed to be a bane by many critics like Shougat Dasgupta etc. Since it has not been analyzed in this article, we aren’t in a position to draw any conclusion here, but his effect can definitely be discussed. He has created a readership no doubt, but at the same time he has developed a tawdry taste of reading among them, which has been made inflexible because of redundant plots (Forbes). Bhagat readers want to read more of Bhagatized fiction, as can be seen by following the bestsellers in the market, which often are laden with clichés and melodrama. The audience which graduates to consume literary fiction after reading Bhagat is still little, nowhere close to the size of his market. Moreover, to understand the aesthetics and subtle nuances of literary fiction, it takes an entirely new conditioning, sensibility, and motivation, which is quite difficult to build. If this state persists, the huge gap between the mass market and the elite readers is only going to widen, and Chetan Bhagat will continue to be hated by critics with literary bent of mind. However with Bhagat’s mass reach and popularity, he has the power and choice to bridge this gap if he could come out of his comfort zone and dare to walk on unconventional roads by giving up his propensity to create a masala movie-script out of his every novel, which might adversely affect the size of his readership, but at the same time would refine, add value by elevating his audience’s reading tastes. This can happen only if he wishes to become a boon for writing as well. 



[1] In publishing, the slush pile is the set of unsolicited query letters or manuscripts sent either directly to the publisher or literary agent by authors, or to the publisher by an agent not known to the publisher (Wikipedia)
[2] Lad lit is the phenomenon of best-selling books written by men, and bought by lots of men, which tell tales of masculine insecurity in relationships, problems with male identity in the 21st century, and stories which explore the state of play between men and women from an often emotionally confused confessional male perspective. (Britishcouncil.com)

About the author:
Harsh Snehanshu is an author, most recently of Because Shit Happened - What NOT to do in a start-up!, a freelance journalist, and a Young India Fellow. This paper was written as a term paper for the Young India Fellowship course on Academic Writing.

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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Dabur Lol Tale

How many times has it happened that something that you encounter in present transports you to your past, making you nostalgic when you have least expected it?

Rarely, right? Today, that rarity happened with me. I came across an advertisement of the Dabur Lal Tail on the internet and immediately, one of my fondest childhood memories was triggered. Yes, I know, memories being intricately linked to a baby oil is kind of weird, but what should I say? It is about the baby oil, after all. It was the winter of 1998, 30th October to be precise, when my just born cousin Archit was brought home from the hospital, and my nani, maternal grandmother, grabbed him in her arms and before cuddling him or letting anyone fondle him, she declared, 'First he'll get the massage. Only then shall anyone touch him.'

I had never seen Nani being so commanding before and for a while, I remained quite scared and surreptitiously followed her from a distance. She went to the kitchen and came back with a steel bowl half-filled with yellow mustard oil, its sharp smell making me sneeze. I crawled away and sat far off near the window, to breathe the fresh air as I'd vicariously enjoy her delicate massage on Archit's chubby baby-legs which began as soon as she returned. Archit giggled when her hands moved over his tummy, and I urged her to do that once more. She instead chided me for instigating mischief upon the vulnerable Archit and said, 'Tease him when he is big enough to retaliate. Now come, it's your turn now.' 

I was dumbstruck. I craved for one such massage; my football-tortured lanky thighs and legs would definitely not have minded some kneading, but the goddamn smell hindered the fulfillment of my desire. My nose hated the odour of mustard and would transform itself into a sneezing machine if I went near and sniffed it. Fearing an unfair comparison with my little brother, who was cool with mustard oil unlike me, I laughed at her suggestion, saying, 'Me? A ten year old "man" getting a massage from Nani? Ha! No! Only kids go for that.' It gave me a false but good opinion of myself. Every morning and evening that followed, I would greedily watch Archit relishing his massages twice a day, bursting into giggles at the end of it every single time, which started becoming a source of great envy.

Two weeks passed and my envy had already peaked. I no more hung around Archit and spent most of my time in front of the TV. It was during one of these evenings when for the first time, I encountered Dabur Lal Tail's advertisement on the television - a mother massaging the little baby with it. At first, it infuriated me. Now that I had stopped being around my little cousin, the wicked God planned to make me feel jealous through the television. The advertisement went on and no matter how much I wished to change the channel, I could not coerce myself to do that. So much for vicarious pleasure! However, when the advert got over, it said something that caught my fancy. It mentioned that it was fragrant, besides fostering height and weight - an absolute need for my lanky body eager to attain early manhood. 

Over the next two days, I convinced my family-members why mustard oil was bad for the baby's health and why Dabur Lal Tail was of utmost importance - it was ayurvedic, made up of completely natural ingredients, didn't have synthetic products that could harm baby's skin, besides it ensured better sleep and natural growth. I intentionally gobbled up my prime concern - the fragrant part and desperately waited for the Nani to make a list for the next month's ration, which was done in a few days. 

A week later, my legs were getting massaged with the Dabur Lal Tail, and this time my month-old brother Archit was gaping at me enviously, when Nani asked, 'What happened to your manhood?' 
'Kuch pane ke liye kuch khona padta hai,' I replied like a man.

Strangers on the road

Yesterday, while I was walking on the road, a stranger walked up to me and said, 'hi.' I saw him, didn't recognize, presumed him to be a stalker, ignored and whisked off.

A little later, still on the road, a stranger came up and asked for directions. I directed him. He went his way, I went mine.

A hundred meters later, at the turn of the road, a stranger tapped on my shoulder and said, 'Can I have your number? Let's meet sometime.' I got so scared that I ran off.

At last, near the road leading to my house, I met a stranger who came, introduced himself and asked if we could talk to me for a minute. I felt better. The unfamiliarity was broken. We talked for fifteen minutes and later even went for a coffee.

Now read everything again, knowing that the road is facebook.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

मुशायरा -

नींद की दस्तक से पहले 
हर रात, एक मुशायरा चलता है 
इधर से हम कुछ बोलते हैं 
उधर से वो 

अक्सर, इन सब के दरमियाँ
हम दोनों खामोश हो जाते हैं 
फिर मुस्कुराती हुई नज़रों से 
ख़ामोशी को कहते हैं - इर्शाद!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Paradigm Shift

I'm a witness to a radical transformation in myself. With passing time, the word intention is taking precedence over each and every other word that defined my life earlier and I'm getting closer to attain what perhaps is the most important thing in life. Knowledge.

Is it an effect of my journey? Maybe. I don't exactly know. The entire goal behind everything that I'm doing, be it meeting new people, hearing new stories, gaining new perspectives or reading new books is to become a better writer. Anything that doesn't lead me there is a distraction and I find myself aversive to that thing.

I want to learn right now. Learn so much that ten years down the line when I look back, I realize that I invested my prime years of my youth doing things I love, learnings things that would help me in doing things I love better. 

The second most important thing that this sudden transformation within me has brought is that it has lowered the hype of things around me. For example, recently I wrote an article for The Hindu, they didn't accept it, despite the fact that it was one of the most heartfelt articles I'd ever written. Had it been my earlier self, I would have gone crazy and hyper with anxiety waiting for their response - and if there had been no response, I would have become frenzied about it because of disappointment. Now, it hardly registers an effect on my mind. Getting that article published doesn't precede my happiness. I would rather be stable and happy, than letting a "thing" affect my happiness. 

Elucidating this fact further, recently I got through Young India Fellowship and indeed, it was one of the best things to have happened to me. I was elated, but I was normal at the same time. It was not like "The Only Thing" I have in my life that could make me jump and cry and all that. Even if I hadn't qualified, I would have travelled, maybe started-up a venture, re-applied the next year and be calm about it. I now realize what has happened to me. I have become calmer. No, it's not that things don't vex me. It is more about results not vexing me, because actions still do. I get really irritated with myself if I end up hurting someone emotionally. I get really annoyed if I see someone wasting his/her life out of sheer laziness. But "getting something out of something" has been replaced by a very simple yet powerful word called learning. Everything teaches. Everybody teaches. And I have suddenly started to love learning. Every little or grand ambition can wait, until I have learned enough, because that gives me a faith that yes, I would be able to pursue my ambition in a much better fashion if I'm sufficiently equipped with knowledge.


Friday, November 16, 2012

मंज़िल

मंज़िल की फ़िक्र क्यूँ करे तू राही?
जब तक चल रही है तेरी स्याही

ना डर से डगमगा, ना ग़म से डर
जब रास्ता है तेरा, तू चल बेफ़िकर

अगर लोग कहें तुझे अकेला, पागल और सनकी
तू मुस्कुरा, क्यूंकि खौफ़ बोल रही होगी उनकी

बेख़ौफ़, जब ज़िन्दगी तुझे उड़ना सिखलाएगी
दूर से दुनिया कुछ और ही नज़र आएगी

जब तेरी कहानी ख़त्म होने को आएगी
उनकी अधूरी कहानी मुँह ताकते रह जाएगी

कुछ बोलेंगे दोस्त था मेरा, कुछ पागल ठहराएँगे
कुछ अन्दर ही अन्दर खुद को कोसते रह जाएँगे

तू उन्हें देख कर ऊपर बैठा हसता रह जाएगा
तेरी मंज़िल तेरा सफ़र था, ये कुछ को ही समझ में आएगा 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

ग़म का सुकून

लफ़्ज़ों में तुझे बयाँ करने चला था 
ख़ुद की तक़दीर तेरे साथ देख 

गुस्ताख़ी समझ के भूल जा तू  
मुझे, लेकिन मेरे लफ़्ज़ों को ना बेच   

तेरे ख़याल में डूबा रहा मैं 
मरा नहीं, ये जादू नहीं क्या देख 

हर्ष की कमी खलती है ज़रूर 
पर ग़म के सुकून ने कर दिया ठीक 


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

इश्क़ की चोट

वो खंजर लिए हाथ में
लगे कुछ ऐसे मुझको

कि अगर मैं उन्हें मना करूँ
तो वो मार डालेंगे खुद को

सहम सहम कर मैं बोला
मैं क्या मना करूँ तुझको?

अगर क़त्ल का इतना शौक़ है
तो क्यूँ ना मार डाल तू मुझको?

खंजर गिरा धडाम ज़मीन पर
इश्क़ की चोट लगी उसको

उनकी चौकस आंखें, बेझिझक पूछीं -
मेरे लिए मार सकते हो खुद को?

मेरी बेबस आँखें, बेझिझक बोलीं -
खुद के लिए, मार सकता हूँ खुद को

Monday, August 13, 2012

Soak, No More!

Lonely and shivering
Covered with a tattered blanket
Praying it to not happen.

But He's merciless
He sends those dark demons
And they burst

Cold water kisses the chilly winter
The tattered blanket is no more tattered
Water sews its wounds

Soaked, I smile.
No more shivering, no more loneliness.
Soaked. No more.

P.S. Written for The Surf Excel Matic #SoakNoMore Contest of indiblogger. It's a very dark take on the topic, hope the intensity and emotions contained in this poem has struck a chord with your heart.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Book Review: How about a sin tonight? by Novoneel Chakraborty

WARNING: My style of reviewing is different. I barge in my own past experiences, aspirations and delve less into the book's plot, as I believe that telling someone why to read the book is more important than what to read in the book. Please don't expect a traditional book review.

This blog is five years old. In the last five years of blogging, I have voluntarily reviewed just one book: The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. Generally, I review only those books which leave a deep impact on my mind. Till date, despite reading several books, the most impactful books can be counted on my hands to be only around 6.

I am glad that my recent read: How about a sin tonight? by the young and brilliant Novoneel Chakraborty has influenced me tremendously and I'm bound to review it.

I am a mean reader. It takes one little plot-hole/break in flow from the author's end to exasperate me with him/her, and perhaps, that's why I never read books by young authors(like me), and always remain contented with books, that are recommended by reliable sources. However, things were totally different with Novo's book.

I had been friends with Novoneel on facebook for quite sometime, as we both published our initial books with the same publishing house and perhaps, knew each other by name. There is some connection even before that. Much before I had published my first book, I had gifted my sister Novo's debut novel A Thing Beyond Forever which she thoroughly enjoyed. Though I couldn't read his first book, I was told by my sister that Novoneel is different from everyone else.

Recently, when his new book How about a sin tonight? came out, I was much like my laid back self when it came to reading contemporary authors. Not interested. But days passed and the lines from the book were quoted by some of my readers, thereafter Novo's mind-boggling and well-worded updates adorned my newsfeed and I couldn't resist myself from ordering the book.

As I got the book, I went through the blurb. The very first line stood out and I read it every time I hold the book, so much so that now it is etched in my memory:

From the most beautiful space in their souls to the most confused portions of their hearts and the dirtiest corners of their minds... LOVE. TOOK. THEM. EVERYWHERE.

The line was so beautifully worded that I immediately began the book and couldn't leave it until I finished. I had read writers who have touched me(Khalid Hosseini), I had read writers who made me laugh(Chetan Bhagat), I had read writers who had inspired me(Yogananda Paramhansa), I had read writers who glued me to the book(Julian Barnes, J.D.Salinger) but for none of them could stop me at every alternate paragraphs to utter a loud: 'wah! amazing', which Novo did.

Novoneel is masterly with his craft of words. The way he plays with emotions and feelings with his poetic prose is astounding and leaves you desiring for more. Sometimes, you get lost in admiring the author and his dexterity with expressions; at other times you just can't stop thinking how could he even think of that sentence. As the story goes ahead, you are glued as though you are living all the characters. As Novo weaves a magic around the five extremely well crafted characters, you realize that he has not just written a book, but actually, created an experience.


The only demerit that I found in this book was every character's way of expressing was the same: Kaash' diary entries or Mehfil's words both seemed to be worded by the same pen, rather than having different identity and thus, way of expression. For writers, not reflecting their identities in the character is a prerequisite and I think, Novo - already a master of the art of expression - needs to pay a little heed to it in his next book. Also, since the language was so elegant some phrases like 'power off' to depict disappointment spoiled the flow.

The book, set in Bombay - amidst the enigmatic and infamous Hindi film industry, consists of intricate interlinked stories of five completely different characters, where the shackles of relationships, love, sins, revenge, ambition and jealousy bind them together. The language is poetic and the content is thoughtful. It's not a book for those who want to read for time pass, it's a book to leave you thinking. It's so good to see that authors like Novoneel are setting benchmarks for younger authors like us and helping us aspire to give due weight to the language, rather than just the story, which most of us have been doing till now.

Some novels tell you stories, some novels provoke the story inside you to be a part of it. Novo's How about a sin tonight? belongs to the latter category; that announces to the Indian audience that there is a stalwart hidden in the Indian writing scene.

Must read. Buy here.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

आज की महबूबा

आप मुझसे क्यूँ ही बातें करते हैं
जब मेरी बातें कम, खुद की ज़्यादा करते हैं


अकेलेपन, ख़ामोशी से डर नहीं लगता हमको
पर आपकी एकतर्फी ज़ुबान से, हम भागा फिरते हैं 

आपके बारें में बहुत सुना है हमनें
कि आपके हुस्न पर हज़ारों आशिक़ मरते हैं


किस काम के हैं वो आशिक़?
जो आपकी आशिक़ी में खुद को दगा दिया करते हैं


ज़िन्दगी आपके बिना ही जी लिया हमनें
कभी सोचा, क्या आप हमें भी याद किया करते हैं?



Friday, July 27, 2012

Third Book: Reason Behind Delay

I finished writing the third book - She is single, I'm taken - in March, before I went on my India trip. I had been in conversation with Rupa for quite sometime, which wanted to take over all the three titles of the trilogy. However, the earlier two titles were with Srishti, and as any small publishing house would have done, Srishti negated Rupa's offer of releasing the earlier books. I was fine with it. Srishti gave me a break; I was and would always be indebted.

But the third book was not yet signed with any publisher, so I was free to chart my own route. Rupa was willing to take it over and after a lot of negotiation, I was happy beyond bounds for they gave me a very good offer. Rupa, no doubt, is one of the biggest names in the Indian publishing. I sent my manuscript to Rupa in mid-March, for which they had been pressing, and left for my travel. Since they wanted my manuscript so much, I presumed that they would begin the editing process for the book.

I kept travelling while Rupa sent me an elaborate marketing plan which included interviews with all the major newspapers and review sites. I realized that all the PR and interviews that every author gets has little to do with the book that they have written and a lot to do with the publishing house they are associated with. Srishti has been a low-profile player: spending zilch in marketing and had carved out its own niche in the chic-lit 100 rupees space. I was happy that with Rupa, I would be getting not only a hefty advance but necessary PR, which I missed earlier.

Happily I came back in May and scheduled a meeting with Rupa's editor. I had already been given the agreement: which was very fair and transparent. At the meeting with Rupa, I had been told that their publishing schedule was packed for this year and my book would come out early next year. I was shocked. All the while, I was thinking that the editing process was being carried out but alas, they told me that it would have started only after I signed the agreement. And moreover, it would take at least three months to complete the editorial process.

Also, I was told that only the trilogy would be acquired by them, not my further books. I felt a little bit cheated. They wanted to acquire what was already selling; they were not betting on my writing.

I was in two minds. At one side, I had one of the best publishing houses in the country offering me whatever I could have wished for; while on the other side, there were thousands of readers eagerly waiting for my book, which I'd been delaying since February. In July, I chose to go with the latter and came back to Srishti. It was a tough decision for me, much like every other decision that I have taken in 2012. Srishti was quick at task as I outsourced the editing process to my friends and sent the entire thing to Srishti within a week.

I'm happy as now, the third is being rolled out and my next book, on my start-up, would come out by early next year - is also witnessing many interested takers.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Magical Hands

His hands are gifted. He knows magic. Creating immaculate shapes out of plain mud has been a gift he inherited in legacy. 

 His name is Zaffar and he resides in Zangam, a rural village of Kashmir, with his family of ten and a kucha one room house. Every morning, he walks twenty miles to fetch what he calls the finest and rarest alluvial soil in the mountainous region, for which he needs to plough, carry and till until they are enough to make around 20 utensils a day. As I indulge in a conversation with him - with the help of a local interpreter who translated his Kashmiri into Urdu to me, his four sons: Zeeshan, Rizwan, Zaqeer and Misal run and surround us. I smile at them and ask them whether they go to school. Zaffar hesitates to answer. 


Zeeshan, the oldest one among them being around 12, is the only one who could converse in Urdu and he tells me that he used to go to school till 4th grade, where he learnt little bit of Urdu. Ever since the birth of his fifth and sixth brothers, who are around 2 and 1 respectively, he has not been going to school as his father needs his help to carry extra soil. I am taken aback. Zaffar, who couldn't make most of the Urdu that his bright young son spoke to me, asks my interpreter about what I inquired. I quickly change the topic by asking him how many pots, utensils and hukka pots he sells on a daily basis. He makes around 30 in total, out of which 4-5 get broken when they are taken into furnace and he sells them at around 10 rupees each.

I am saddened. A gifted artisan, whose art is unparalleled and whose skills could earn him fame at the world level, is making just around 200 rupees a day, for earning that he and his son have to walk for over ten miles daily, have to find and till unclaimed lands in inaccessible tract and carry around twenty kilos of soil on their backs; for which his son had to leave his school; with which he has to feed his family of ten and few months down the line, survive the biting cold of Kashmir.

Having nothing more left to say or hear, I begin to leave his house, asking Zeeshan one last question: 'do you want to go to school?' I inwardly pray to hear a yes and await his reply.

He says, 'Yes, even my father wants me to go to school. But, he needs help as well and I'm the elder son.'

I am touched by his maturity. I, being a struggling artist myself, couldn't empathize more. I made a promise to them that the next time I return, I would stay in their village for three months and teach them, and meanwhile, I'll support their education financially as much as I can, with the help of my willing friends and help Zaffar market his art in cities.

They are waiting to hear from me. I'm waiting to hear from you. Please help me raise money for rural artisans - people who are gifted but owing to their lack of resources, are not able to monetize their gift.

P.S. In case you want to help Zaffar, you can contribute in my fundraising campaign at Milaap (www.milaap.org/harsh). Having met over fifty such artisans during my ongoing tour into the roots of India, I urge you to lend your helping hand.

Empower Zaffar and thousands others by GIVING A LOAN at: www.milaap.org/harsh

Monday, June 25, 2012

Why you should NOT keep your camera out while travelling?

I will start this article with a little bit of self-marketing. I will tell you how once I was a passionate photographer and how when I became every photographer's dream : a professional traveler, I almost stopped using my camera. 

 It all started when I went to Glasgow. I had a Kodak C700 camera, the most basic camera back then and I was awed by Scotland's unparalleled beauty. I developed the keen sense of vision and snapped whatever I saw in its entirety. I also started a photoblog called Rods and Cones(www.harshsnehanshu.info). My father gifted me an SLR and I started taking photography seriously, for the next two years. 

This year, the turn of events in my life brought me closer to my dream - of travelling across India solo and I became a professional traveler. Going by the photographer's point of view, this was the best opportunity for the photographer within me to evolve and practice, but somehow, the entire idea of travelling suppressed my hobby, something about which I'm happy more than sad. 

The reason why I got a bit detached with photography is because it stops you from travelling to your fullest. Travelling is an art: art that requires you to open, exercise and unwind all your five senses to your surroundings, to the sounds around, to the sensations around, to the smell of the place, to the taste of the delicacies and lastly, the sight of scenic beauty. Photography is a great exercise for mind and sight, but it numbs the other senses to such an extent that you stop living and start just seeing: which is just one-fifth of the travelling experience. 

I don't recommend you to not carry your camera, but I strongly recommend you to keep it in your camera bag, and take it out only when you have lived through the first few moments of experiencing something new and beautiful. Travelling is an art, don't let the artist in you die by caring about just one color: experience the entire spectrum instead.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

हर्ष की तलाश

आज जब फेसबुक में उन्हें उनके नए हमराही के साथ मुस्कुराते देखा
तो अन्दर से एक आग सी खौल उठी, लपट दर लपट खुद को जलाती हुई

 आग जब ज़हन को जला बैठी तो एहसास हुआ कि अभी भी वो बाकी हैं कहीं
एक अजब सा सन्नाटा अन्दर से बोल उठा, कहने लगा कि मैं निकम्मा हूँ

मैं लड़ा, खुद को निकम्मा नहीं साबित करने में निकम्मेपन की हदें पार कर बैठा
सन्नाटा हार कर वापस ज़हन के उस पार जा बैठ गया, और इधर मैं और उनकी तस्वीर

मैंने उनकी आखों में झाँका, बहुत कोशिश की उनकी मुस्कान को झूठी साबित करने की
लेकिन नाकाम, बेइंतेहा खुशी मानो गरम तेल की बूंदों की तरह उनके चेहरे से मेरी ओर बरस रही

मैंने उनके हमराही से नज़र मिलायी, उनकी मुस्कान मुझे नीचा दिखा रही थीं
और फिर, पता नहीं क्यूँ, मैं मुस्कुराया, बेझिझक, बेफ़िक्र, और उनके हमराही शर्मा बैठे

न वो समझ पाई मेरी खुशी का कारण, न उनके हमराही, पर मेरी समझ ने कहा -
उन्हें किसी की ज़रूरत थी खुश रहने के लिए, लेकिन मैं - हर्ष ही हर्ष 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

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.

Monday, April 9, 2012

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

Friday, March 9, 2012

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.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

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 |