A Writer On His Writing

Whereas my novelistic muse effortlessly held the canvas for the characters to artify it with their narratives, as playwright, I had to innovate in crafting the scenes to contrive suspense on the stage that is in my ‘Onto the Stage: Slighted Souls and other stage and radio plays’, all of which is in the public domain in the form free ebooks in varied formats.

All my eight fictional endeavours (three plot-character driven novels, one stream of consciousness novel, one crime novel, one novella, one collection of short stories, and a compendium of stage and radio plays) have been abundantly endowed with exceptionally unique females about whom I loved writing most about.

Indeed my ‘Prey on the Prowl – A Crime Novel’ has been ‘dedicated to all those women, whose loving glances have made my life’s journey a joyous sojourn’.

Being Semitic-naïve, like most Hindus, in 2002, I had to start from Abrahamic scratch to shape the ‘novel’ narrative of ‘Puppets of Faith: Theory of Communal Strife (A critical appraisal of Islamic faith, Indian polity ‘n More)’ possibly a new genre.

Fair are the critics who spell out what puts them off in the book as that puts their critique/review into perspective for its readers to judge the veracity or otherwise of same for themselves. But there are also those who want the hapless author to give up writing altogether that is without qualifying the unsolicited advice at that!

So to say, all my fiction was flowered by the seeds of my classic-reading that happened to get planted in the creative ground of my examined life, exemplified by the dedication of my ‘Glaring Shadow’ to ‘Sekhu, my elder boy for his literary course correction of this 'stream of consciousness' work to which I had lent some of my life and times’.

I had a slightly different experience in that after I completed my maiden novel, Benign Flame: Saga of Love, the idea of Crossing the Mirage – Passing through youth, also a love story cropped up in my mind. However, so as to avoid the possible carry over effect on my muse, I worked with Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life before I set out to cross the mirage.

I urge readers to read the classics of Leo Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Ivan Turgenev, Emily Zola, Gustav Flaubert, Marcel Proust and Robert Musil to name a few literary giants that is apart from 'yours literally'.

While my fiction had emanated from my conviction that for it to impact readers, it should be the soulful rendering of characters rooted in their native soil but not the hotchpotch of local and alien caricatures sketched on a hybrid canvas, all my body of work was borne out of my passion for writing, matched only by my love for language.
 

Given that Leo Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Ivan Turgenev, Emily Zola, Gustav Flaubert et al are literary deities (I hadn’t read Marcel Proust and Robert Musil before I began to write), were, and are, my literary deities, and how dare I, their devotee, to envision myself in the sanctum sanctorum of the novel. But, how in my mid-forties, I happened to be a writer is My ‘Novel; Account of Human Possibility that is Googleable  https://share.google/77k2PoAcXHhoov6Yi  

But for my novella, Of No Avail – Web of Wedlock and the critique Inane Interpolations in Bhagvad-Gita (An Invocation for Their Revocation), the rest ten, as if to synchronize themselves with nature, took nine months for their fruition.

So to say, I am a man of many hobbies, penchant for reading, pursuing politics, ear for music, passion for Bridge to name a few that tend to lend substance to my writing