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Write like an American

A few days ago, I was feeling rather sorry for myself.

Sorry that I never learned writing formally. That I didn’t ever learn composition. That I simply began writing one cold December (or January?) day — sad, lonely, homesick. That I, despite having written diligently in English all my life, still fumble for words, phrases. That I get tons of “likes” from my Indian friends but very few from my American ones.

Perhaps my writing only appeals to Indians? Because I write in a typically Indian-born-American-resident-writing-in-English manner?

(Does any kind of writing have universal appeal? Why am I bothered?)

But then it occurred to me that this is the perhaps the best time for a “hybrid” writer like me. My writing cannot be divorced from who I am. It can be read and appreciated only on its own terms. I cannot write like an American. Because all my writing is personal, it is inextricably tied to my life, my personal narrative, and all the little-big stories I carry within me. And that is perhaps its biggest strength.

Jan 1, 2017

Because there is so much to be said, and my heart is eager to express, but I feel held back, nervous, pessimistic. It is a funny-scary-joyful-sad experience.

I often think that the process of writing is far more important than its results.

So I am posting this lovely gem of a poem.

Hoping that I will draw courage from these words, come back to this space, and write bravely.


“Young Poets”

Write as you will
In whatever style you like
Too much blood has run under the bridge
To go on believing
That only one road is right.

In poetry everything is permitted.

With only this condition of course,
You have to improve the blank page.

Nicanor Parra

(trans. by Miller Williams)

New “Old” Stories

As you check out the Archives, you will see posts dating back to 2004. But this blog came into existence only 3-4 years ago. Well, the older posts are from my first blog I am dancing at the feet of my Lord, All is Bliss, All is Bliss, All is Bliss.

I started writing it early 2004 on Livejournal. It was a small, intimate space that expanded to include a host of new and old friends. I realized that I enjoyed writing and yes, writing enjoyed me (if that makes sense). That blog saw me through many days of grim desperation, trying hard to beat homesickness, figuring my way around the culture and norms and everything else here in the United States. For all those reasons, and for the fact that that blog has some fine writing (even if I say so), I remained fond of Livejournal, even as it was invaded by spam of the worst kind.

Then I decided to bring all that writing over to this space. This blog still feels like a fledgling space, so hopefully there is a lot to be gained from this endeavor.

So feel free to browse through the archives. Frankly speaking, I am proud of all that writing, as meandering and pointless and rambling it may seem to anyone else… 🙂