Sandy, this was the letter i wrote the next day after reading.
Sar-Zameeney-Open-theatre Salaam Walaykum
I thot I saw a hundred people, amongst whom was an old man called Javed Akhtar. Old coz he seemed to be talking something about not giving anything to this new generation. Wonder why he said that, maybe he was being very narrow minded abt it.
He also said something about sensitivity, half thot that it was some sort of disguised remark he made, as he couldn't say here come the cry babies... ehh.
Har kisi ka khushi se faasla bas ek kadam hai,
Har ghar mein bas ek kamra kam hai.
-Javed Akhtar
(amazing lines aren't they? classic middle-class phenomenon, someone tell him he shld stick to this, ofcourse i wont i belv in letting the writer do wat he wants to)
He also said something about the middle class, I guess in some vague way he was referring to my story, though it all went over the top of my head, and me having little hair couldn't catch much. Though i managed to say something abt tht in the interview with the sahara girl. Zubin got ur sms abt asking me to call u, I hope its not to sue me or something. If you did then let me remind you that forgiveness is the best way to punish someone, and this quote works best on me.
Ok yes, it was full house, Cha writers... shld we call it Cha..ar writers (bad one). I knew some people and I didn't know most. Sonali (Hans) was standing directly in front of me and it was good to see her face while
reading, soothed the nerves. there was this camera man who flashed when i looked up and i almost said ehh. i avoided looking at akhtar uncle coz he was making all sorts of faces and i had a feeling he would get up in between and scream stop it i cant take it anymore. thankfully he didnt,
Alhumdulillah (praise GOd).
My mom, she was looking all teary eyed and all, partly rembring the incident and partly coz her son was reading for the first time. her tears made me teary eyed (yeah yeah sensitive, don;t smirk). anjana was there too, and everyime i saw her i said to myself she is here coz she likes the carrot cake of cha bar. afterwards she said she was my biggest fan and wanted to be my groupie.
i could see little smiles when i was reading the first half and then i saw this disappointment when rahul dies, and then i rembr hearing some applause, that i think was an auditory illusion. yeah but great feeling overall. after i read my poem, akhtar uncle nods his head probably in approval (thank god he is done, go baccha and don;t come back)
the aftermath... phew .......... confession: i do not want to be famous
there was this cute female who comes to me and holds a small leaflet in hand, for a moment i thot she wants my autograph. turns out she is from some ngo and thinks i can use my writing to do some good work. i shall call her one of these days.
another dude from gulf news probably asked me 100 questions, the most absurd being "Why do you write?' I had to think fast, I said "Let me realise it first and then I will get back to you".
WIth disgust he proceeded to other questions, someone offered me tea, I was dying for some, i was sipping it
and answering this guy. After he thot he was at more comfy terms with me, he asks again "I was serious, why do you write". I stuck to my original answer with I am serious at the beginning. Zubin u think, I am learning fast? Then another girl from indian express came and i had to keep my tea down and then this boy came and took it away. In my mind i was saying "hey thats my tea, don;'t take it away, hey wait wait , oooooonwaaaaaaaa, sob sob" but my tongue was saying "yeah this is a great oppurtunity and I hope a lot of
writers will graduate from this school" (Zubin i didnt let u down, not even at the cost of tea). then i met niddhi and supriya, nice talking to u both, and i totally agree with tht empathise part you said in one of ur mails.
supriya my friend please send me ur piece, my head had thots and i cldn't concentrate when u read. shaliniji and gitikaji will you be kind enough to send urs too, in return i will send you a lot of smileys, or mebbe the four of us can go out for lunch (yeah on me) and talk abt each others experiences (yeah strictly the writers :p).
sonali , the other sonali, ahh not you the first one, yup you... i got tht book, man's search for meaning. i also got a book called the curios incident of the dead dog or something like tht..
Zubin dude... Salaam to you, If at all i manage to make it anywhere in the writing world, I will be grateful to u (even if you sue me)
I had told all my engineering friends to come, told them there will be many babes around, they didn't come and they will regret it forever. i thot for once that i shld chuck my piece and do a shammi kapoor song instead... which goes like 'kisko pyaar karoo'. largely curbed coz of the fact that my mom was arnd.
u r still reading this??? u shld contact me personally, we r destined to be good friends.
And finally a piece of advice... everyone must read to an audience, atleast once in life, it makes u a better person (the last phrase is crap and was added to provide special effects)
-Sheece
Sar-Zameeney-Open-theatre Salaam Walaykum
I thot I saw a hundred people, amongst whom was an old man called Javed Akhtar. Old coz he seemed to be talking something about not giving anything to this new generation. Wonder why he said that, maybe he was being very narrow minded abt it.
He also said something about sensitivity, half thot that it was some sort of disguised remark he made, as he couldn't say here come the cry babies... ehh.
Har kisi ka khushi se faasla bas ek kadam hai,
Har ghar mein bas ek kamra kam hai.
-Javed Akhtar
(amazing lines aren't they? classic middle-class phenomenon, someone tell him he shld stick to this, ofcourse i wont i belv in letting the writer do wat he wants to)
He also said something about the middle class, I guess in some vague way he was referring to my story, though it all went over the top of my head, and me having little hair couldn't catch much. Though i managed to say something abt tht in the interview with the sahara girl. Zubin got ur sms abt asking me to call u, I hope its not to sue me or something. If you did then let me remind you that forgiveness is the best way to punish someone, and this quote works best on me.
Ok yes, it was full house, Cha writers... shld we call it Cha..ar writers (bad one). I knew some people and I didn't know most. Sonali (Hans) was standing directly in front of me and it was good to see her face while
reading, soothed the nerves. there was this camera man who flashed when i looked up and i almost said ehh. i avoided looking at akhtar uncle coz he was making all sorts of faces and i had a feeling he would get up in between and scream stop it i cant take it anymore. thankfully he didnt,
Alhumdulillah (praise GOd).
My mom, she was looking all teary eyed and all, partly rembring the incident and partly coz her son was reading for the first time. her tears made me teary eyed (yeah yeah sensitive, don;t smirk). anjana was there too, and everyime i saw her i said to myself she is here coz she likes the carrot cake of cha bar. afterwards she said she was my biggest fan and wanted to be my groupie.
i could see little smiles when i was reading the first half and then i saw this disappointment when rahul dies, and then i rembr hearing some applause, that i think was an auditory illusion. yeah but great feeling overall. after i read my poem, akhtar uncle nods his head probably in approval (thank god he is done, go baccha and don;t come back)
the aftermath... phew .......... confession: i do not want to be famous
there was this cute female who comes to me and holds a small leaflet in hand, for a moment i thot she wants my autograph. turns out she is from some ngo and thinks i can use my writing to do some good work. i shall call her one of these days.
another dude from gulf news probably asked me 100 questions, the most absurd being "Why do you write?' I had to think fast, I said "Let me realise it first and then I will get back to you".
WIth disgust he proceeded to other questions, someone offered me tea, I was dying for some, i was sipping it
and answering this guy. After he thot he was at more comfy terms with me, he asks again "I was serious, why do you write". I stuck to my original answer with I am serious at the beginning. Zubin u think, I am learning fast? Then another girl from indian express came and i had to keep my tea down and then this boy came and took it away. In my mind i was saying "hey thats my tea, don;'t take it away, hey wait wait , oooooonwaaaaaaaa, sob sob" but my tongue was saying "yeah this is a great oppurtunity and I hope a lot of
writers will graduate from this school" (Zubin i didnt let u down, not even at the cost of tea). then i met niddhi and supriya, nice talking to u both, and i totally agree with tht empathise part you said in one of ur mails.
supriya my friend please send me ur piece, my head had thots and i cldn't concentrate when u read. shaliniji and gitikaji will you be kind enough to send urs too, in return i will send you a lot of smileys, or mebbe the four of us can go out for lunch (yeah on me) and talk abt each others experiences (yeah strictly the writers :p).
sonali , the other sonali, ahh not you the first one, yup you... i got tht book, man's search for meaning. i also got a book called the curios incident of the dead dog or something like tht..
Zubin dude... Salaam to you, If at all i manage to make it anywhere in the writing world, I will be grateful to u (even if you sue me)
I had told all my engineering friends to come, told them there will be many babes around, they didn't come and they will regret it forever. i thot for once that i shld chuck my piece and do a shammi kapoor song instead... which goes like 'kisko pyaar karoo'. largely curbed coz of the fact that my mom was arnd.
u r still reading this??? u shld contact me personally, we r destined to be good friends.
And finally a piece of advice... everyone must read to an audience, atleast once in life, it makes u a better person (the last phrase is crap and was added to provide special effects)
-Sheece
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