Archive for ◊ September, 2009 ◊

22 Sep 2009 Holidays, Festivities, and Taking a Break
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It’s festival season and my favorite time of year in India, which means I’m totally distracted. I’m finishing up assignments this week before I go on holiday for ten days. I’m taking time off, the mother’s taking time off, the boyfriend’s taking time off, and the brother’s taking time off to come visit as well. It’s going to be ten days of shopping, eating, and way too much popcorn.

The blogging will be sparse, unfortunately. I’ll check in when I can and I’ll return to regularly scheduled programming on October 5. Keep writing!

18 Sep 2009 Just Reading

I’ve read four books in the last three days. We met friends of ours, a couple, and they both not only urged that I must read The White Tiger, but gave me two copies, one paperback, one hardcover, to choose from. (I went for the hardcover.)

I loved the book, but oh God, was it depressing. To get over the feeling of wanting to take a hammer to my head, I started another book almost immediately– Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake. It was so lyrical, so poetic, so much about the weird and wonderful Indian ways, that I had to pick up a similar book about Indians that I could identify with. Chitra Banerjee Devakaruni, who has now become one of my favorite authors, was a lifesaver with the gripping and emotional read Sister of My Heart, and because by now, the Indian in me was seeking something different, I finished off with Dave Egger’s very entertaining A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.

Clearly, I didn’t get much work done.

17 Sep 2009 Dear Editor
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Dear Editor,

When you e-mailed me this morning to tell me that even though the subject I’m writing about is very technical, you’re confident I’m going to bring out the human interest element because it’s something I’m so obviously good at, you made my day.

That story I was going to send to your better-paying competitor is coming your way. I think you get what I’m trying to do here.

Love,
Writer

16 Sep 2009 What I’m Reading: Asian Fiction

I wanted to continue my reading about Asia, but decided the true stories were becoming too real, and hence somewhat depressing. So my recent reading has been fiction. I’ve deliberately pulled out books that tackle serious subjects and most of these are ones that I’ve been meaning to read for a while now. All of them are international bestsellers.

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Afghanistan: A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

I’ve owned two copies of this book, that’s how long I’ve had it on my “To Read” list. For people who’ve read and enjoyed The Kite Runner, expect an even more compelling read. I’m partial to women’s stories and this one was simply breathtaking in not only the subjects it tackles, but in the characters Hosseini creates. While it is clearly the better read and the better story, I wonder if it’ll ever be made into a movie. Unlike his first novel, this one is set completely in Afghanistan and focuses on the lives and loves of two Afghani women in the backdrop of the violent history of the country.

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China, Burma: Saving Fish from Drowning by Amy Tan

Tan is known for her Chinese mother-daughter relationships, and I devour her books. This one was a detour from her regular subjects and style and is the story of eleven American tourists who go missing in Burma. I was a little disappointed by the read because the Americans are portrayed as gullible, almost stupid, foreigners, which doesn’t make them very sympathetic. There were also too many characters to keep up with, and I wasn’t able to zip through this story the way I do with her other work. The observations on the tribes of Burma and the military junta are very interesting though.

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India: The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

What can I say about this book that hasn’t already been said? I’d read a lot about it after the controversy it generated but didn’t pick it up for precisely that reason. Last week though, I met a friend who insisted I must read this book and handed me her copy. I understand why so many people loved it; even more, I understand why so many Indians hated it. The book isn’t an easy read– the language is simple but the content is hard-hitting. It’s a negative book, but it’s an honest book, even if there are a few embellishments for the sake of story. It is so honest, in fact, that at times, I reeled in the knowledge that what I was reading was not fiction, not really. I can’t say I “enjoyed” the book, but it was a gripping read, and I would recommend it highly. It’s definitely a welcome change from the world of Indian call centers and middle-class consumerism and portrays life from the viewpoint of a village man who makes it in the city.

15 Sep 2009 Back, and in Print
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There are times when you get busy, distracted, and blocked all at once. The last couple of weeks have been a bit like that, which explains the lack of posts on the blog. I’m fine– thanks to those who checked to see if I was alive!– and have been moving around a fair amount like a nomad (an exercise I love and loathe in equal measure).

I’m back home again this morning, and ready to tackle the workday.

What do I have on my plate today? Let’s see– I’m writing a newsy feature about caesarian sections, putting together an audio piece for a radio station, and catching up on my correspondence.

This week, I have a cover story titled “Surviving on Scrap” in the September/October issue of Scrap magazine, available in the US (online in November, will post a link), and two small pieces in TIME.

They’re online here:

One Night in Mumbai: http://www.time.com/time/travel/article/0,31542,1921207,00.html

Responsibility Pioneers - Embrace:
http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1921165_1921239_1921214,00.html

07 Sep 2009 Weirdness

I think I’m a little bit crazy.

Why else, after three weeks of insanity and too much work, when I get a week of no deadlines would I panic and convince myself that I’ll never work again and that all my editors hate me?

Now I’m busy again, and I’ll likely be able to make my money for the month, and maybe my editors don’t hate me after all. I’m a bit peeved at myself that I didn’t better use my time and just relax or read or watch movies or something.

I think I’m a little bit crazy.