12.06.08

Sawing Wood in a World of Words

Posted in things i think tagged , at 12:11 am by aarabik

Mark Twain is famous for his satire and wittisicms – especially because they hit the nail straight up on the head. Which is why one of his famous quotes is starting to irk me – its funny, and if you’re a writer, VERY scary as well. Mark Twain says -

“Write without pay until somebody offers to pay you. If nobody offers within three years, sawing wood is what you were intended for.”
Twain, of course, started his career as a printer’s block aligner in a press and his own uncle’s press published his work first. Though his works speak for themselves, he got an awesome deal in the uncle.
But do all of us write for money? We lesser mortals need little more than encouragement to keep writing. I see so many amazing writers on blog, as well as friends of mine, who write solely because they simply HAVE to say it!
That apart, how about the controversial question of style? Does it come naturally or do we develop our own in time? Can you always guarantee that what you get paid for in the first place is how you’ll continue to write? Incidentally, is style even necessary?
Probing for answers =D
Leave your insights please :)  

12.19.07

ole world!

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , , , at 12:08 pm by aarabik

i love paper. i love writing on paper and hearing the scraping of my pen nib on the smooth surface. i love the smell of fresh wrought paper and the strong smell of black ink. when i was a kid i used to rub the paper on my cheek n smile :)

so no wonder iv taken to blogging so late :)

what do you think of when you write with an ink pen? do you feel like shakespeare in his tiny dingy room with a pitcher of beer and a loaf of dinner? writing beautiful sonnets for the entire world to fall over themselves over for decades and decades to come? that’s what i feel like when i write and that’s y i love to write :)

my mom has a framed piece of paper which she holds dearer than anything else – its a tiny lil 8 lined verse i wrote when i was in second grade for her – u kno the kind, we’ve all written those rhyming lil poems which eulogize mommy n say what an angel she is :)

hmmm.. this scent of english tea im getting rite now has to be one of the most established childhood memories of mine :)
grampa drinks tea several times a day n it invariably invokes memories of days hanging upside down on trees, sneakin up to the snack jar and gettin caught, cookies and milk, mario tv games, lock and key games every evening and hot hot idli sambar :D

well iv spent much of these 20 years travellin n iv got written travelogues for most trips – [several in misspelt childish story telling scripts :) ] and this time my friends wont take NO for an answer so im gonna blog it all :) i hope u like it too!

cheerio all!!