10 Things We Secretly Think Will Happen Once We Have Completed Our First Novel #Writer #Firstnovel


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1. Hunted down by a top literary agent after they catch sight of manuscript.

2. Manuscript starts a biddingwar between top rival publishers.

3. Book gets published.

4. Book gets ravereviews on top literary programmes.

5. First edition shoots up Amazon book chart like a rocket!

6. Record breaking book signing queues for book. Security is hired.

7. Offered a sizeable advance on second novel.

8. Booker prize nominee and winner.

9. Sell film rights for an eye watering amount to an Oscar winning director.

10 Hailed as a literary genius.

For noting – I am going to be realistic about my first novel so I will therefore be learning to live without 8-10!

Just off to lie down as the excitement of writing this post has been too much for me.

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I Too Had a Dog


When I was 2 or 3, I don’t really remember when, we had a dog. I don’t even know his name and I don’t know his breed. What I do know is that he was black and I loved him very much. I know this because I still remember his death. He was a funny dog. Ma says, we, that is me and my brother, used to play strict teacher with him. We would get a cane and just come at him. He was always brave and maybe more mischievous than us. He would snatch the cane and throw it in the pond nearby our home. We would go crying to ma that how bad our dog was for throwing our things. Ma only laughed and he would come and sit silently wagging his tail and acting all innocent.

We loved him. He always chased us when we went out to fields to explore in the sun and brought us back. Ma had told him to keep us inside when it was hot. He was good at it.

I remember he was sick and ma says it’s because he had fallen down the stairs while chasing a monkey. He was much hurt and our uncle rushed him to the vet, who was quite far because we lived in a village. The vet stitched his injuries but said he won’t live. Uncle brought him home. He just lay down by our bedroom door and refused to eat or drink. I remember this clearly. He was sad. We were sad. My grandma tried to cheer him up but he wouldn’t listen to her. Perhaps with the fall, his appetite had fallen too. He did not eat or drink for two days. In the evening he started whimpering and everyone knew he was going. Everyone but me.

I was not there then. I don’t know where I was, I just was not there with him in his last minutes. Somehow I think it was for the best. Uncle made him drink some water from Ganges River and put some basil in his mouth, a Hindu custom for a departing soul. He left this world, while people who loved him sat by him weeping. He left a people broken-hearted. And those people decide not to have a pet anymore. It just hurt so much.

Their poor baby, he was sweetheart to everyone when he lived and after death he was so missed. He made everyone laugh. Grandma has told us many tales of his. He would guard her door while she worshipped and let no one enter to disturb her prayers. Later I took the post with him and continued his legacy till we moved to a different city.

I don’t remember a lot of things, but I remember his death. I don’t think I can go through all that again, so maybe I won’t have a pet. One of my friends just lost her dog and she is so heartbroken. It just reminded me what we had gone through. I am left thinking when someone we love dies, some part of us die with them. A part that will never again be born like all souls, it will never reincarnate. With so much love, how many parts of our souls have died?

What Are You Doing?


In my last post Sorry, I’m busy! I said how I’m so busy writing my novel that I can’t seem to find any time for my blog and that means I haven’t taken a look around at what the bloggers I follow are up to. Continuing that I also said how I am reading A passage to India by E.M. Forster, which happens to be an amazing book. I have written down so many lines from that book I am starting to believe, this is the book that I will remember when I’m eighty and telling people about my most loved books.

Here I’m just quoting few of my favourite lines:

One can tip too much as well as too little, indeed the coin that buys the exact truth has not yet been minted.

Nothing’s private in India.

“We are not pleasant in India, and we don’t intend to be pleasant. We’ve something more important to do.”

… thunderstorms seldom clear the air.

… where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind.

I’m a holy man minus the holiness.

Everything exists, nothing has value.

If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon.

God who saves the king will surely support the police.

Forster has this amazing technique to say things which grasp you by throat. When I tried to read A Passage to India back in April this year on my PC, I got bored and left it around page 70. Then months later I picked it up at a bookshop and began reading. The first thought that came to my mind after reading the first page was: why did I not finish it? There are some books from which you could quote some lines, but this book is one of those books whose every line is a quote.

More about this book with my unconventional review later, as of now I wish to give you all tender-hearted people some good news! My novel’s first draft will finish in 10 days! I’m super excited but a little sad too. The world I had created had become my home and now I will have to leave it. But then I realize it’s a good thing, leaving this new home I will embark on a tedious journey of editing and rewriting and editing and rewriting till I feel like I have drowned into it. Oh wait, where is good in that? Ah well, the good is that the novel will get out into a big bad world and will be ready to get published and face the criticism and applause. I’m looking forward to a million rejections, billion negative reviews and trillion positive ones. Too ambitious? Mark of a novice!

Oh in case you might be wondering how long I’ll read A Passage to India, I may as well tell you that I’m reading other books too.

Social and Political Philosophy by O.P. Gauba.

A Critical History of English Literature, Vol. 1 by David Daiches.

Philosophy of Religion by John Hicks.

Mera Mujhme Kuch Nahi (Nothing Mine In Me) by Osho.

The Psychology of Man’s Possible Evolution by P.D. Ouspensky.

Long list? Not as long as I want, sigh

So leave a word about what you are reading and writing, so we may find a little time to interact.

Thank you for reading this.

And I’m not bald, don’t get any ideas from the picture.

Sorry, I’m busy!


Now I know that’s like the worst thing you would have ever heard but unfortunately it is very true for me as of now. You already know I’m writing my novel and recently I got more involved in it. I have to do some research and talk to a lot of people about it, I happen to find no time to write something interesting enough. I haven’t read a book I would like to review. Great expectations is still hanging with me, (will I ever be able to finish it?) and I am having all the ideas about my novel and none, not a single one about stories which I am very much interested in writing. Though I have some projects under construction (ten maybe) but I have only done the first draft and not went through them.

Poems on the other hand being the stuff of inspiration are increasing and I’m thinking of posting poetries only for some time. Maybe till I drag myself out of my fantastic novel and edit my beautiful stories (you agree about the stories, right?) I may just have to post some poetry. I although have some great books with me and I would like to review them. But as soon as I open my word processor my novel jumps up to me and demands my immediate attention. I have not told anyone what it’s about, have I? Well here is a little that I think won’t give away too much and still be able to explain a lot. A little synopsis if you will. (This will probably not be the same when the novel ends but still…)

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After the Aryans nearly wiped the native Indians referred to as Rakshasas (Demons) in their history and forgot them as a matter of folklore and myth, one Rakshasa of a fierce clan is ready to take revenge and no one can stand in his way; not even the Rakshasas who had become their enemies centuries ago for their support of Aryans.

When Ayan finds himself in the center of long fought battles and bloody revenges he knows there is no way out. As he grieves his losses and finds new friends he comes across secrets history has hidden in its intricate stories. How far will he go to know them? Will he be able to face his own fears as he stands to save the Aryans and Rakshasas falling in an abyss of carnage?

I see in you a different future, a future that had never been before.”— Anant to Ayan. Will Ayan create that future?

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And I picked up ‘A passage to India’ by E. M. Forster and it’s a wonderful book, more about it later.

I resolve to finish my social life. I know that will make me a nerd but I don’t care. I’m busy people! Stop asking me what I’m writing.

Anyways my Internet friends over here, what are you writing now? How close are you to becoming a writing nerd? Drop in and we will chat a bit unless of course one of us is busy writing!

Almost forgot… Yes, the picture is not very relevant.

Edit: None of this talk on my novel is relevant anymore. There have been massive changes and it’s new name is ‘Dronyaksha and The Rise of Asuras’, Book I of Rakshasa Trilogy and the protagonist is Pratham Vyas. For more see my Facebook page or Twitter handle.