Animal Farm


A2020

Its April of 2020 and Day 01 of A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing Metaphors. Be it a movie, song, painting, book, idiom, etc. I plan to give a perspective to it with an explanation and a 8 line poem. 


 

Day 01 Metaphor: Animal Farm

Animal Farm is a book by George Orwell published in 1945. The story line of the book is that a group of farm animals rebel against their owner (farmer – human). They intend to create a society where animals are treated equally and are free. The animal herd is led by a pig. Under the leadership of pigs, the animals are however later betrayed and end up in a similar and much worse state as before. The book is a metaphor reflecting the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the Stalin era.

For me, the book stands as a metaphor much larger than that. It talks about how a leader with poor vision can spoil the community and culture. It’s a metaphor that a leader who does not care can do no good to the civic. Through my poem, I want to bring this out using ‘Animal Farm’ as a metaphor.

Poem:
I see the ears,
I guess they aren’t used.
And I see the years.
I can ‘see’,
I guess that’s the problem.
No, I am not an owl.
Okay, sorry,
Howdy ‘Animal farm’.

The poem also uses several other metaphors. The leader with no ears, and years have been passing by. Though there is one who can see, is helpless, and like an owl blinded for the day.

In the Name of Virus


The quill and ink,
The inland letters,
The cd and cassettes,
Rest in peace.

In the name of virus,
Challenges, debates,
Games and names,
Old logic, new fabrications.

The humanity and patience,
The sense and actions,
The real roads,
Rest in peace.

—–
Writing this poem dedicating to WorldPoetryDay and new Virus  in town.
Of course also to the ones who are using the platform to spread hate and rumors too.

 

i 4 you – The Journey


It was around 27th of October 2016 and I had seen one of my fellow bloggers writing about taking the NaNoWriMo challenge. I got curious and explored more to know that the challenge was about writing 50,000 words in 30 days of November. That looked challenging, especially with all the professional and personal works. I decided to take up the challenge and hoping time will lead through the path.

At first, the novel was about putting together the disconnected threads. There was no plot. Though I used to blog, I had never imagined writing a story as big as 50,000 words. I was scribbling short stories of the characters that come into my mind, some from experience and some from imagination. Soon, I could see the connection between threads and everything coming together.

For the entire second week of November, I had travels to be made relating to my research work. I lost near to 7 days. When I came back home, I promised myself that I would complete this no matter what. For the entire month, I had a pen and paper with me scribbling short notes and plots. There was nothing else that was in my mind for the entire month. WRIMO India group was supportive and I made the best use of sprints hosted for the entire month. By November 28th, I had reached the target of 50K words. The novel was completed with 53K odd words by the end of the month. That is when the first version of ‘i 4 you’ was ready.

The exhaustion, saturation, personal and professional works kept me away from the first draft at least till March of 2017. Then I got to know about Camp NaNoWriMo which happens every April and July. I started setting targets of 40 hours of editing in each of the camps. As well, started editing whenever time permitted.

I had few friends review it after a few rounds of editing. I must mention and Thank Vishwanath Telsang for reading all the crappy versions and suggesting to me the edit changes. The version which I thought was good to go after around 200 hours of editing apparently was smelly and crappy. I would see even some grammar and spelling issues dancing over the pages. It was frustrating. I could see some unnecessary chapters. After another 100 hours of more editing, the novel had finally come down to 38K words from 53K words.

I then started sending it out to traditional publishing houses. Then came the rejections one after another, some months later, some weeks later and some no replies (a no response for 6 months is a rejection). I stayed professional throughout the journey. I waited until the rejection mail before sending it to another house. I had nothing to do. Just sit and wait. The journey wasn’t easy. I don’t remember anything I did not try.

AROUND FOUR DAMN YEARS.

This story is close to me. I badly wanted this to be released as a hard copy. I knew I had to wait. I knew the writing had to be improved. I knew I had to improve. In the meantime, I had completed 3 more NaNoWriMo’s with passing 3 more Novembers. Gosh, that was a lot of piling! Will I ever get over my pile of unpublished works? Will I be able to edit them and send them out?

I had to settle. Somewhere. Maybe it’s just me who feels this one is special. Maybe it’s not. Nothing can make a writer happy than the work being read by many. No matter whether they feel good or bad, whether they rate 1 or 5, it’s the number of people it touches and how they feel about it. I gave a final round of edit and reduced the word count to 33K. This had to stop. Somewhere. I had already spent 300+ hours.

I wanted this to be read by as many. I want to be remembered for writing ‘i 4 you’. I want the parts of this novel to stay with as many people as possible. With all the love, I am releasing my novel as a free ebook.  You can download and read it.  I would love to hear from you on how you felt about the book.

i 4 you

 

The Ebook can downloaded here: i 4 you

P.S. I am going to have a bigger and better book, printed and published. I need your wishes for the edits of ‘The Art of Ageing Gracefully.’

And Then as i Walk


And then as I walk,
The walls smile,
Maybe they always did,
And I never noticed.

And then as I walk,
The paths greet,
Maybe they always did,
And I was high over foot.

And then as I walk,
Strangers smile,
Maybe they always did,
And I thought it was laugh.

And then as I walk,
I notice the difference,
Maybe it was the same,
I was being different.

And,
Then,
As I walk,
I find a new home!

Pour Your Heart Out


In the world which continually judges you, Gazes to invent and appreciate your negatives, looks beyond all your works to find your weaker points, to the foe acting friend, pour your heart out.

In the world that judges you by your appearances, rips you apart from your color and way you breathe, from the way you talk and behave, from the way you dress and present, in the world that wants to find and celebrate your flaws, pour your heart out.

While the world has its expertise, in the world which evaluates you by the world’s expertise and not by yours, the world which tells you what is correct when it thyself does not know what is, the world, decently corrupt and faithfully immoral, pour your heart out.

In the world which wants you to fall, fall because you will cry, because when you cry the world feels good, because when you cry you feel low and that is precisely why the world feels good, pour your heart out.

In the world where one person in the chain spoils the entire, lets down clan as the whole, shows up as a leader, a bad one, messes up with the whole process, destroys the culture,  questions your unprejudiced actions, pour your heart out.  

In the world where ego thinks while what others have is ego, gives advice because just like that, always stays one-sided, never sees the bigger picture, judges and judges and cries, and shouts, supports weird things, acts random and biased,  pour your heart out.

In the world which does not allow you to celebrate the little things of joy, tells you its cliché, while they can, but you can’t, while whatever you do always has a pinpoint, pour your heart out.  

In the world where you are broken into pieces, all messed up, have no direction, the ugly pieces as the world calls it, the nasty parts as the world sees it, pour your heart out.

In the world which is made up of weird rules and protocols, makes you make mistakes, tells you to be unique and tells you not be when you really do, the world which then asks you to follow the masses like another ass, pour your heart out.

Pour your heart out, because that makes you happy and no one can take that happiness away from you.  Pour your heart out because that is the way to satisfaction. Pour your heart out because that is love. Pour your heart because you are you, and you are away from judge-mentals. Pour your heart out to stay away from the lows.

Pour your heart out!   

Who will Educate the Education System?


The Schools, the modern ones, aren’t like the ones before. I had to get my son admitted to Nursery and it was more challenging than my Master’s admission. I did reach out for some schools nearby and here is long story short!

  • There are schools that have entrance test
    • What do they really test from a three year old? I am adding some yay’s, as parents have entrance test too
  • There are schools which mandate to use their food, bus service, etc
    • What’s the agenda?
  • There are schools that claim to follow Blooms’ taxonomy in teaching learning process
    • That’s insane! we follow it so-so at engineering
  • There are schools that have regular tests and exams
    • Aren’t they supposed to be playing and learn few things on the go?
  • There are schools which don’t take kids who aren’t rota-virus vaccinated
    • Its costs 10k+ and is not a mandatory vaccine in India

The hilarious part is that I was almost petrified hearing the fee structure as it was more than what my entire engineering degree costed. No, it’s not about money. The question is – is it really worthy for a Nursery Education? Aren’t Nursery kids supposed to play, get social, make friends and sing some rhymes? When did education get this formal?

Well, with no guilt, my son is admitted to a nearby government school where the fee including school, books, uniform, etc is less than five thousand. No, like I said earlier, it’s not about the money.  It’s like a play school. They have a simple uniform. There are kids from all kinds of family backgrounds. It looks like a play area. They have seats which get four students seated per bench. There are peers who help each other. Most important of all, my son is happy! He loves going to school. He will be in the same school until he finishes his UKG atleast, for the next three years.

We want him to learn that life exists in its simplest terms and conditions. It’s not a competitive environment. It’s not about exams and results. Education exists beyond books, exams and protocols.

viven-nursery

The rush in the morning to get him ready to school, he kissing bye to his little sister before leaving to school, dropping him to school in the mornings, he being clueless during prayers (prayers also include regional songs, day details, birthday song if any celebrating), he running around corridors in the school, that different face when at school, being excited to talk to friends, well, truly said – Happiness is in little things!

We read and talk and discuss and complain and cry over modern issues but when will we take action against it that makes sense? Are we constrained by our own temporary solutions and limitations? I know there are lot of things that hold us back, but do we need to stay back? I have not been able to answer to a lot of my neighbors on asking why we not got him admitted to a better school. Well, we all have our own definition of ‘better’, don’t we?

While my daughter is curious enough to understand the world and people round her, her brother understands it enough and now has a hundred questions on per day basis to comprehend.  Amidst all the professional and personal commitments, life moves on. At the end of each day, I ask myself,

“Did I hug my kids enough? Did I love them enough?” I don’t think am ever going to find answer for that.

Zeitgeist


AtoZ2019Z

Its April of 2019 and Day 26 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Foreign word/phrase a day and 8 line poem for it.

Word/Phrase: zeitgeist
Language: German
Meaning: the thought or sensibility characteristic of a particular period of time

Poem:
a little every day,
a collective more,
one at a time,
time for another,
harder than known,
better than best,
often and more,
zeitgeist of forever!?

Interpretation:
More is a collective action. A lesson for ‘forever’ is that: little’s make more.