I will be posting my short stories on this blog. All are welcome to read these stories and present their views.
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|Posted by rajasirji on October 26, 2009 at 4:21 AM||comments (0)|
One day, God, from His Heavenly Seat, decided to send arepresentative back to the earth to personally observe humans and theiractivities, though God knew what they were doing. It was His plan toinform his Prophets that man has gone from bad to worse. He remindedthem how and why Adam had to be expelled from the Eden.
Lord Jesus Christ was nominated by God, for he was the one who hadsuffered the most through the hands of the humans in His time. No otherProphet whether it be Krishna, Rama, or Buddha had been crucified.
God gave Jesus speed and He opened his eyes in New York. By thattime the world had completely changed and the shopping was mostly doneon internet. One gentleman took Jesus into his house, thinking that Hewas a helpless stranger. It was not difficult for Jesus to master theskills of computer in a few seconds because God was sending Him thepower and thoughts.
Jesus decided to surf the web for internet shopping. He typed“Husband and Wife” in Google search. The results were in millions. Heentered the first site:
How to leave your husband
10 steps to a money smart divorce
Financial tips that will pay off in the long run!
Jesus was shocked and ashamed. He remembered His teachings. He feltlike a teacher who had completely failed. Suddenly, he found anothersite. The lines guaranteed happiness and long lasting pleasure.
Jesusthought there were some good people who were thinking about thehappiness of others. He clicked and entered the site:
How to date more than on person at a time
Benefits of multi dating
What to tell your dates
When the going gets physical!
Jesus had tears in His eyes and the children present in that roomwere looking at that strange man who was weeping just by reading a fewlines. He was so sad that he did not want to enter the world of theelders.
He typed “Children” in the Google search. The results appearedinstantly, thousands in number. Jesus clicked on the first link andentered the site:
Let kids sue parents
Don’t be slaves to your parents
Fight for your rights
We give special discounts to the children between 15 and 18!
He could not go any further. He got up slowly and went out of thehouse, without even meeting the host. After a while, He was standingbefore the God. He had no words in his mouth.
|Posted by rajasirji on October 18, 2009 at 11:35 PM||comments (0)|
Raja Sharma (Age: 47)
Values are given words and words are shared with thereaders who try to get nearer to the values conveyed by the writer.Though I have taught Literature for more than two decades, I had nevergiven importance to the fact how much others can benefit from myexperience. Then came a prophet, Mr. Walter L Jones, and everythingchanged for me.
A huge majority of the writers are often trapped by an illusionthat structure is their ultimate goal while writing a story. Structureis a kind of God to them. Undoubtedly, structure is an inevitablyimportant part of your story but it might as well destroy story ifexcessive attention is paid to it.
There is no dearth of hit movies and novels in the markets floodedwith new releases. They seem to be fulfilling all the requirements ofstory but I feel that they seem to be contrived, uninspired andlifeless and one can feel that the writer has moved with a plan.
These kinds of writers are merely mechanics who assemble thedifferent parts. Some linguists call them Story Mechanics. They planthe structure, syntax, length and so on and according to theprescriptive requirements contrive a story. It looks like a fancy paintjob. Many of the Great Masters like D.H.Lawrence, Thomas Hardy,Stevenson, Dickens, Rudyard Kipling had perhaps never heard about theblueprints, plan, sentence arrangement because they were guided by thevalues they had in mind. They were the writers who could be calledStory Weavers. Such writers begin with subjects or concepts they arepassionate about and the structure draws its form from the material.Their characters are people before they become characters. In theirstories events take place first and then they become a plot. They keepvalues before theme and a genre is secondary to a world they develop.
I will call these writers Storytellers or Story Weavers. Theirstories have the power to captivate the mind and the fullness of humanemotion. The spontaneity guides them through their story to make itinvolving, engrossing and mind arresting. They take you along in theirworld of values and emotions.
Shall we start now?
To my students I tell not to think about structure for the timebeing. Forget about characters, plot, theme, genre, etc. First of alltry to draw an inspiration and then develop it. Next comes expositionand finally the act of storytelling.
Your inspiration can emanate from many sources: it can be anoverheard conversation, a story written by somebody else, a newspaperarticle, a journey, a place, a real life character, an event, or anencounter, etc.
First of all a suitable environment is needed. Some writers prefera secluded place and some write while listening to music. It is yourpersonal choice and to suit your mood you should find or create theenvironment. The compromise with it may not be what you want. Tools maybe chosen according to the availability or your preference. Keep onething in mind that any creative art ought to be , by necessity,performed in seclusion, for many geniuses will come in between tocomment upon the incomplete work and as a result depress the writer.
Developing the story is the second stage.
Now you try to populate the story with the people you want to keepin. Don't ever think about the end product. write a few lines about allthe characters and what they are going to do in your story or what isgoing to happen to them in your story. Forget about style, diction,length, etc. because they will take care of themselves as you movealong.
Generally, a good exposition can tell people what the story isabout. It is the writer's choice whether he wants to give hints aboutthe characters or expose them with the progression of his story. Insome cases you will have to be careful about the exposition because thetarget group of readers may not be as well equipped in their receptionas you might think. EXPOSITION if handled properly can add to thestrength of the main story.
Storytelling should begin as casually as opening a packet ofcigarettes or waving a hand to a passing friend. Start writing as ifeverything is happening in front of your eyes. Sometimes, it happensthat a writer is spellbound by the grandeur of a sentence that he orshe has written but immediately after that the pen stops moving becausethe power of the preceding sentence frightens the writer and he istrapped in the comparisons whether he or she should try to maintain thestandard of the preceding sentence or write naturally. Don't ever fallinto such traps because they will take you deeper into the structuralmaze and your story will be comprehensible only to you or a few cursedsouls who might try to find out what you are trying to say. One or twoamazing complex sentences can prove to be an icing on the cake but ifyou try to make the whole cake like that it might be nothing more thana big lump of sugar.
The final point is to reread and rewrite what you have written. Insome cases editing by a better qualified person may be helpful but ifyou are sure that your words are deliberately arranged by you to conveya particular meaning or sense, then don't go for it. Spellings, spacingand other formalities can be performed by any editing software or by alearned person. In some cases your distorted grammar is the requirementof the story. My main objective in writing this paper is to convey aclear message to the writers or the aspiring writers to start writingwith a deaf ear to reviewers or critics because I have concluded that"A critic or a reviewer is a creature who tells a writer what you havewritten." Though he or she as a critic or a reviewer might be milesaway from the reality. Don't laugh! I also tell the writers what theyhave written.
|Posted by rajasirji on October 9, 2009 at 10:52 PM||comments (4)|
Christ started walking along the 79th Park Avenue, lostin his heavenly thoughts. People were passing by, grinning and passingremark, “Nice get up, buddy! Just out of studio!" and so on.
The priest, Mathew Walter, was keenly following him, trying toremain as close to him as he could in the hustle and bustle of the NewYork streets."May God nobody hurt him again!"He murmured to himself.The word 'again' was uttered with a sense of pain.
"What is this, my friend?"Christ asked a street vendor, indicating towards a bar of chocolate.
"Get lost, you pauper!"The young vendor, with his headphones on, shouted at him.
"God bless you!"Smiled Christ and moved on.
Matthew Walter approached the vendor and bought two bars of chocolate and continued his pursuit.
Whole day Matthew followed Lord Jesus Christ, but he was unable tohave a word with Him, for the moment he caught up with Him, suddenly,he felt as if a force was trying to hold his tongue. The bars ofchocolate were still clenched in his sweating hand. It was the month ofJuly and the sweltering heat was unbearable.
He remembered his country church where 8 orphans would be waitingfor him. He had come to New York to buy new clothes for the poorchildren. His wife,Elda,had reminded him emphatically that he wouldhave to come back before the sun was down. Now, it was 1:00pm.He couldnot keep his eyes off Jesus.
At one place Jesus stopped and sat down on the steps of a largebuilding. A security personal came out shouting,"Hey! You joker, whatare you sitting here for?"
"Can you give me some water, my friend?" smiled Christ at him.
"Get lost! This is not a charity. You will have to buy water here”,the guard pulled His arm to lift him and push him away from the stairsteps.
Matthew was watching all this with his watery eyes. He wanted to donear Christ, but an invisible force was resisting him. May be ,Lordhimself wanted him to stay away. It was quite strange to him. He couldnot understand why only he was being kept from approaching Christ whileothers were mocking at Him and literally pushing Him away from theirways.
The pursuit of Lord Christ went on for hours but, ultimately, thepriest lost Him in the crowd. With sad heart, he began to walk towardsthe market to buy clothes for his dependants. It was nearing 6:00pm,and the last train to his village departed at 8:00pm.
Though he bought the required articles of clothing for the kids,his mind was trying to bring back the figure of Jesus. How surprisedhis wife would be? Would she believe him?
When Matthew reached home, it was ten minutes to midnight. In spiteof having brought all the things as he had been advised by his wife,his steps felt to be heavier while walking through the church gate. Inthe small cottage behind the church, he and his wife had made theirlittle heaven. Though childless, the couple found their happiness amongthe orphans which were brought to the church from various parts of thecountry.
When he stepped into his room, he faltered for a second because he saw Christ playing with the little kids.
"He is a poor man who has no place to live, so I gave him shelter in our church, “his wife whispered in his ear.
Before he could tell her that how wrong she was that the verychurch had been built to worship that very Person whom she had called"a poor man”, she continued, “He seems to have some kind of mentalillness because he calls himself Jesus".
Matthew was bewildered and he had no words in his mouth. How hecould convince her that the Person playing with the children was LordJesus Christ. Finally, He rallied courage and addressed to the Lord,"Lord, may I ask you a question?'
"Yes, my son, “smiled Jesus.
"Why have you come to my humble abode?"Matthew asked with both hands folded.
"Because no one wants me outside. They are ignorant and innocentpeople. They laugh at me and push me around. I forgive them. But youhave bought chocolates for me. Won’t you give those chocolates to me,Matthew?"
The priest stammered and with shaking hands pulled the chocolatesout of his pocket. Jesus took the bars of chocolates and gave to thechildren.
Next morning, the news spread like jungle fire that an imposter hadentered the church and he called himself Jesus. People began to gatherin front of the priest's cottage. They were shouting, “Send theimposter out! Hand him over to us!"
Matthew did not know what to do. He took the Jesus to the back doorand told him to run away. Jesus smiled and said that this is not thefirst time I am facing this. He added that he had faced the ire of thepeople before he was crucified.
Somehow Matthew succeeded to convince the people and told them togo away. When he reentered his room, he found that Jesus was not there.
Next morning, he took the final step and, without giving anyreason, left the church. To his wife, he only said, “The church whereJesus is not welcome can not be the place of worship. They can sell hisfaith, earn through the faith, teach the faith, worship the faith, butwhen He comes before them, they call Him an imposter”. He began to weeplike a child. His wife could not understand what had happened to him.
|Posted by rajasirji on October 9, 2009 at 10:47 PM||comments (0)|
As time teaches and minds expand,language arts grow from one master's hand, to hand, to another, fromone country to another, as an outcome, the reader smiles, at the fault;he finds, with time. (Said a genius)
What I have generally observed is that the native speakers of aparticular language take it for granted that they have a better rightover their language than the non native speakers. They forget thatthere may be many other places where the same language is spoken andwritten in a very different style. The native speakers believe thattheir use of language is correct but actually it is not so. They say sobecause the prescriptive grammar teaches them to do so and they neverpay attention to the descriptive use of language which falls into thestudy area of linguistics. In schools they are taught that commasshould be placed at this point and that point, articles should be usedin this way or that way, the spacing should be provided here and thereand so on. What I have observed in past 30 years is that most of theNobel Prizes for literature have gone to the outsiders, if I may say so.
Last week a learned friend of mine came to meet me.Obviously, hewas from the West. He had the dubious honor of being the author of someself published books. He was discussing with some people about theproper use of language. He is a good writer of stories but has hardlyever read the English giants. There is one more friend who is a kind ofteasing clown. He came with a piece of printed paper and requested mylearned friend to review the following lines:
"Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Theirchief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, isin discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment, and disposition ofbusiness. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars,one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling ofaffairs, come best, from those that are learned."
The review was like this: improper and excessive use of commas,spacing not proper, and semicolons not required.....................
My clown friend simply said, "Sir, this is the opening paragraph of the essay "Of Studies" by Francis Bacon..."
My learned friend's face was not dissimilar to a clown's. It revealed everything without any emotion.
( I hope my learned friends must have got a very clear message thatI want to convey through this humorous episode. If commas and spacescould win the laurel, all the grammarians would be the winners ofNobels, Bookers and Pulitzers.A reviewer should not praise or criticizea work on the basis of the trivial technicalities which could bepolitely pointed to if there are any, without being harsh on thewriter. In some cases a writer makes his/her own grammar of text whichcomes under performance, as we name it in linguistics,and which mightseem awkward to the people with the competence because competence isalways prescriptive, or in simple words all that is taught in thelanguage class in schools. )
I have no intention of offending anyone.Please take it verylightly.The younger generation should be inspired to read the bookswritten by the great masters of the glorious past of English Languageas used in many other countries.I am sure that the majority of themwill go mad if they read just one essay "Essay on Human Understanding"by a great master of the past.