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Twitter, twitter, little bird/ How I wonder what thou art…

twitter bird

I really had no idea what was so special about Twitter when it had just started to catch on. I would overhear snippets of conversation at work, where my co-workers would compare notes on their tweets. And, invariably, I always felt left out.

So, I joined the bandwagon. Then, left it. Then, rejoined it. Sure, it’s a unique  idea. 140 characters of self-expression, because with regular blogs, we do tend to go on and on into too many personal details, don’t we?

I understand the need for fans worldwide to follow the daily lives of their favourite stars (or, in my case, authors). But doesn’t  it disappoint you fellows when their tweets reveal their shallowness (and their inability to spell)? Don’t they then crash from that imaginary pedestal in your heads? However, let us not forget those occasional gems that we stumble across due to pure serendipity, like Rahul Khanna’s witticisms and Arjun Basu’s flash fiction. 
But, tell me, what about those self-absorbed mortals whose self-importance makes them update their status every few seconds via their fancy blackberries? Is it necessary to update every single moment of one’s life on twitter? : “I am shitting. The consistency looks weak. Cheese sandwich at the deli looked suspect”. No shit. (Pun fully intended).
I think Twitter can be great if used properly. Keeps you up-to-date with the latest news (eg. sepiamutiny). Also, its perfect for self-promotion (for upcoming stars/writers/artists etc.). And as Shobhaa De tweeted on Jan 12th, 9:44 am: “To tweet or not to tweet, that is the question.Tweet equals trouble.Ask Shashi T.Ask me!Don’t believe everything on twitter,esp breakin news”.
Tweet responsibly, tweeple!


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The Great G(u)tsby

Cover painting by F. Cugat (1925)

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.

I believe that Fitzgerald’s quote refers to the resilience of the human spirit to fight against a past that threatens to define our future.  Whether we admit it or not, there is always a danger of becoming our parents. Sure, we rave and rant about our independent spirit, but throw us into an ocean of unknown faces, and we will find ourselves mimicking the very people we swore not to become.

In an alternate universe, Freud and Fitzgerald would have had a great conversation over tea (or scotch) discussing how we cannot escape our past. Freud would say, “primal” incidents from our childhood shape our egos, and subsequently, the people we become eventually. While Fitzgerald would nod saying, no matter where we run off to, there is no way to avoid our “destiny”, which in many ways have been shaped by our past.

And, their pronouncements would be akin to death for any writer aspiring to be a great one. Like me.

The art of writing is carefully interlinked with the art of controversy. A truly great writer is one who has absolutely no inhibitions, is completely shameless and is unafraid to take risks. Shall I cite Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses that almost had him killed, or Taslima Nasreen’s Lajja that had her banned from her own country? Both writers dared to write about issues that were off-limits. The most recent example would be of Trey Parker and Matt Stone (creators of South Park) who faced death threats from Revolutionmuslim.com (now offline) for depicting Prophet Mohammad in a bear suit in their 200th anniversary episode.

These are writers who knowingly (or, unknowingly) used shock value to sell their products. In my belief, real writers will take risks, death threats or not. They refuse to be pulled back into the vortex of their past, or to be held down by inhibitions and fear. Of course, the question of whether these writers are “real” or not is quite another different matter altogether. It is also possible to rely on good prose, instead of titillation to sell books (take note, Shobhaa De). A really good example would be Jeffrey Archer.  However, it remains true that the ability to break boundaries will end up opening avenues for an aspiring writer (sadly, even for De).

The question is: Do I stand a chance? Do I have the “guts”? I will know when I break the current instead of get taken for a ride.


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