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As a reader, the other complaint I have with preplanned/precommissioned sequels is that the writer usually leaves certain strings untied in the first book. It may work well if there is an immediate sequel to pick up from the bookshelves but if a wait for the sequel is involved, a reader like me is left with a feeling of being cheated, of being dissatisfied. And in the zip-zap-zoom world of modern publishing (and especially free e-publishing) you need a true fan to remain clinging to the cliff, where you leave the reader hanging, in anticipation of a sequel. Waiting, patience (and cliff-hanging) is hardly a virtue of modern men and women.
The latest entrant into the grand (and sometimes bland) world of prequels and sequels is our very own Bollywood. In fact, along with remakes this is the other malady that is hurting this multi-crores industry. Financial gains and banking on the popularity of existing characters and themes is the foundation stone of this latest trend in Bollywood, but this foundation is not without fault lines. We are yet to come across a sequel/prequel/remake in Bollywood that has done better than the original. Initially, the audiences were drawn by novelty but now they have become wary. Bollywood money-mongers need a new “hit-formula.” And so does Indian television which is aping the “Seaons” concept of the West, since quite some time. At least when it comes to television, the medium flowers and flourishes with the blessings of the Great Indian Middle Class and will continue to do so with or without the sequels and prequels! Continue reading
Do you know why families (specially in developing countries) were expected to have more than one child or even a big brood, until a few decades back. Disease, pestilence, war and lowly living conditions resulted in high child mortality. Having many children was a guarantee that at least some children would survive difficult living conditions. Economically backward and illiterate societies still follow the twisted maths that many children means many helping hands. People forget to count the many feeding mouths! Human mortality has improved greatly and the dynamics of bringing up children has drastically changed in the modern, educated society. Continue reading
Silence. The air heavy with the burden of thought and the load of anticipation! Mansi waited. Her concentration and confidence wavered. She was unable to permeate the veil that held back Prabhat’s decision. Continue reading
“What is the worst emotion that a man can be forced to live with?” Parthav quipped. “Fear.” Asmita handed him a cup of warm Bournvita milk. “Fear, yes! Many people are engulfed and throttled by fear.” He said, taking the … Continue reading
Such important matters have only as much life as your “now” timelines, which of course is here in the morning, gone in the evening, thanks to our addictive, impulsive postings on our Facebook pages. Whats important to us today, is just a few lines of thought that are lost in the maze of a timeline. Thoughts, ideas, opinions need to be nurtured, analyzed, and referred to again and again to gain strength, to make a great story, to ultimately power change and revolution. On Facebook, these are as transient as our media debating a “Just In” story. A blog can continue to be the gathering point of like-minded people following a blogger because they may (or even may not) relate to a similar vision. Continue reading
He would ignore her calls and did not come to their makeshift office in the basement of her house. The biggest surprise came when the bills started pouring in from the recording studio, for Ipsita was under the impression that Kanishk had paid the studio upfront. She was getting jittery, and though she was ashamed to admit, she was getting lovesick, missing the attention and the love that he showered on her. Unable to restrain herself, she took a cab and headed to Kanishk’s studio apartment. Continue reading
On the Wings of a Butterfly Tom, Dick and Harriet, stranded on an island. Wondering how to get back to civilized land! Tom wracks his brain, and tosses his mind. A rescue idea he is unable to find. Dick … Continue reading
I write, and I edit, and I know that wonderful stories remain untold, unknown, unsought. Not because they are not worthy of being told, but because no one had the time and resources to listen to these stories, and to put them in just the right and format, so that the world could read them. Continue reading
Weeks of researching, rummaging, recalling, interpreting, writing, editing, embedding, and compiling resulted in a multi-media rich profile that I believed was compelling. I could also get some of my friends to contribute their travel photographs for this writing venture.