Wednesday, June 1, 2016

"The Earwax Cleaner of Lodhi Garden": Latest Creative Nonfiction Piece in Arre

"Mohan is from the nat jati, the nomadic north Indian tribe known for entertaining people through jugglery, folk music, magic, and by helping with funerals. A scheduled caste community, many nats claim to be Brahmins and Rajputs and use similar surnames. Mohan however, takes no such refuge. His caste, his identity sit within him peaceably."
This is the story of Mohan, the earwax cleaner of Delhi.

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Thursday, May 5, 2016

Interview in Glimpse Magazine


My interview in the latest Issue of Glimpse Magazine, North India's leading lifestyle magazine.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Novel Excerpt: The Girl Who Loved a Pirate


Arthur Road jail was built in 1926 by the British. It occupies about two acres of land and houses close to 2000 inmates.
On arrival, the Police Commissioner and two guards received them in a small office. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air. No words were exchanged—Rupa shook the Police Commissioner’s hand while others nodded on eye contact—and the group moved to the jail’s noisy interiors. Finally, at the end of a dark corridor, they stopped. They entered one by one through a wooden door that was kept open for visitors.
It was a waiting room with a lone metal chair kept in the center. A ceiling fan whined above them, but for some reason, there was no air. A naked bulb hung in one corner, dangling on red and white cables braided together.
A frail looking old man with sunken cheeks sat in the chair. The body moved and joined his hands in a greeting.
‘This is the Don, madam.’ The Police Commissioner announced, his turnout so immaculate that even his shoelaces seemed ironed.
Rupa looked at Andy Karan as the guards moved back near the walls.
‘Where is my son?’
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*Excerpt from The Girl Who Loved a Pirate. Now also on Kindle. Order here: http://amzn.to/1Sy8hY9

Monday, February 29, 2016

The Alternate World Where I Decide the Rules

Writing is magical. I’ve been a writer for 10 years now. I started out late, which some say is a good thing.
I was in my early thirties stranded on the Howrah railway station, my train ten hours late, and something magical happened at that moment. I don’t know how, but I ended up writing the initial chapters of my first novel. And ever since that day, I’ve been addicted to the power of my own imagination. You should try it too. Just surrender to your thoughts, allow your soul to create good and bad mirror images, make them want or loathe something, and you are all set for a lifetime of adventure and fun.
To my mind, there are only two kinds of writers: those who write very well, and those who write well. It is another matter that many writers don’t sell. That might be a sore point. But you have to ask yourself: what is your motivation to write. If it is money—which is not a bad thing—then writing becomes a job. A job is a job and it comes with its own targets, timelines and earnings etc. But if the motivation to write is to unravel this puzzle called life and get on a trip negotiating thoughts that help demystify people and their actions, then writing takes only one direction: that of pleasure.
At a personal level writing allows me to explore a new world where people don’t just exist, they live, their goals are not imagination, they are possible realities, where emotions are not a burden, but a relief to channelize life itself, where unreal is more real, and where god is a distant aberration who watches over curiously. In short, I’m the legal owner of the alternate world that I choose to create. I call the shots, I decide the rules, I change them halfway, and I cherry-pick the winner, who, by the way, is not always the best guy in your world. It’s this power to create and destroy which makes up my day. I live two realities: the one created by nature, and the other created by me. It’s magical as I said. Do you get the drift?
I like the idea of resetting rights and wrongs, playing with the established norms of the society, twist the ambition of the communities that are obsessed with themselves, challenge basic notion about love, longing, need, choice, identity, and survival. I write urban stories set in contemporary times, dealing with real themes and issues, but also explore the core questions of need and negligence through the matrix of greed, hunger and success as it exists in our civilization today.
Writing has also made me a better reader of life. I can see more, feel more, live more, and share more.  I think ever since I started writing I have become more tolerant and compassionate, and I like the idea of challenging myself. When my own questions target myself, it acts as a booster dose to the magic that I experience everyday as a writer.
Trust me, writing is a magical experience. I have found mine, now it’s your turn.