I think I am a war freak. The thing is I have always been fascinated by war; the history behind it, how it panned out, the heroes, the villains, the tragedies, the victory, the aftermath, top to bottom, everything that happened.
No surprises then that the second world war is a particularly favorite period of history for me. And since I have started writing fiction, ideas for stories just keep popping into my head, and most of them are centered around the theme of war. Pity I cant find time to put those plots to words. I really want to see how it comes out.
Also, for more ideas on how to spend idle vacations doing something worthwhile check out this. Aamer was a classmate of mine at school in Delhi, and now hes in Toronto on an exchange program. And making quite a difference to a lot of lives. Here’s to you Aamer!
Yes, this IS inspired by the two books by Indian authors that have captivated audiences worldwide, and won one author the man booker, and the other considerable royalties. Coincidentally, these are the two most recent books I have read.
The overwhelming feeling both of these books left me with was one of inadequacy. Both the authors do an admittedly wonderful job of tearing the veneer of India Shining to pieces, and go boldly into the underbelly of The Other India. Adiga and Swarup take us on a journey through what lies beneath. They tell us that in India, the persons with money still have the power, that democracy is still a faraway dream for some of our fellow countrymen, that corruption is still something that the average Indian has to contend with.
Many questions are raised, chief among them being whether I know the real India. I can safely say that I don’t.
Am I going to do something about it?
I don’t know.
60 years after independence, we have at least achieved some of what we aspired to. But there is still a long way to go.
I dream of an India in the new millenium.