Saturday 5 November 2011

Getting Started.. GET SET GO.


Getting Started  

Three paragraphs. When you go to  restaurant or bar, jot down your observations in a notebook. In one paragraph, describe a loner’s looks and behaviour. In  another, a couple’s looks and interaction. In the third paragraph, describe how a waiter or bartender communicates with the customers.  Observations such as these are handy when you need to augment a scene in a story. You could do this exercise almost anywhere: in a doctor’s waiting room, in a grocery store, at an airport.
Objective: Using your observations of the world to kick start your story.
Check: Have you found something intriguing in your notes?  Something that raises questions that beg to be answered? Suggests a story?

Two-three pages. Write down your first three memories. It could also be about your first day somewhere: at school, in a new neighbourhood/ city.  Or your first meeting with someone… Can you make a story out of them? If the details are unclear, imagine them. Expand and rewrite in the third person ( forget it’s you).
Objective: To use strong first impressions as story triggers.
Check: While using childhood memories, have you  hooked your imagination to a child’s way of looking at things, childhood logic? If your draft sounds grave and psychological, go back to it and lighten it by inserting  funny insights. Remember that this is not a children’s story but a story about childhood.

One page: Recall a verbal or physical fight, and construct it as one scene
Objective:  Energising a  story by introducing conflict into  it.
Check: Is the writing dynamic? Are the words quick and strong? Remove excess adjectives, adverbs, long words. Use short, crisp words.

Two-three pages. Write  My mother never… at the top of the page, then complete the sentence and keep going.  Read  the draft only after you’ve written the requisite number of pages. As you write, begin to fictionalize.  Construct scenes. Take out sentimentality. Forget the subject is your real mother. Forget yourself, too.  Graft new attributes, attitudes, habits, experiences on the character .  Give her a dream or a secret.
Objective: To prove your background beyond the usual limits.
Check:   Is there something surprising, even outrageous in what you’ve written. If not, maybe you haven’t loosened  up  enough.

Two-three pages . Take  your favourite story from the Mahabharat, Ramayan, Panchtantra.  Rewrite its opening line in your words. Give it a different ending.  Now re write the story in simple dynamic language.
Objective: To learn how to play with variations on a theme.
Check: Do the characters in your story come alive? Have you given some details about the setting? Does the ending work well with the rest of the story?

One page Write an autobiographical fragment in which you use alternating objective and personal sentences. One sentence should set down relatively objective factual details, without bias or interpretation. The next sentence should be a personal opinion; it should reveal a feeling – deep or shallow; it should respond to the factual sentence but not directly. Alternate like this. Write a total of 10 sentences: 5 objective, 5 personal.
Objective: To practice sentence rhythm
Check: Are you exploiting the jagged and irregular relationships between two paired sentences. Does it bring out tangential connections rather than point-counterpoint?

Example
Sentence 1: I was born in a gutter
Sentence 2: The geometry and engineering of urban sewage systems  has always fascinated me.

5 comments:

  1. Restaurant..

    It was a lazy Friday evening.The scene was that of the dinner banquet hall in Sunny's.The place smelled of molten cheese,onion rings and spaghetti-heaven for any Italian food lover.A young couple,possibly in the early months of courtship sat on the table next to mine.The girl had long braided burgundy hair that fell over her shoulders in what seemed like a disarray.Normally,this would make anyone resemble a mess.But not this one.She looked resplendent in her ivory flowing Christian Dior gown and gold rimmed stilettos.SHe had kept the rouge to a minimal and her lips showed just a hint of mauve lip gloss.Yes,she looked like an angel.James Blunt might as well have been singing just about her.The guy on the other hand,wasn't such a pretty sight to behold.He had on a grey-blue blazer and a grey-brown leather pant which had already begun to show its signs of aging.The shirt he had worn underneath was a bright yellow with a brown jean collar.The combination,one must say was ghastly.And his overall countenance didn't do much to cover up either.His face could be best described as queer with thin wavery lines across his forehead.Now normally these would be construed as signs of aging but he seemed a little too young for that.He was the sorts who,one would assume never really grew out of his teenage years and was still probably gifted maple candy by his folks.His wrist,however,sported a silver-black rolex,which ruled out the possibility that he was poor or anywhere even near middle class.His teeth were even uglier-a yellowish coat settled upon the crookedness of his teeth,.One could not help but wonder at the physical incompatibility of the couple and the reasons as to why and how they had ended up together.

    And that was probably what the guy sitting on the table next to them was pondering over.He was the type who you take one glance at and tag as a 'loner',except there was a diffrence here.This loner was drop-dead gorgeous.He had the air of regality around and the sharp,well articulated features of a Greek God.He wore a black tux.On one hand he had what looked like a bejewelled yellow case and on the other,held a glass of one of the most expensive 1976 Dom Pérignon.He had been observing the couple for more than an hour now.Now that is the predominant trait of either a loner or a stalker.He looked more like the former(or atleast I choose to give him the benefit of the doubt).he kept glancing at his watch and assuming that he was a loner,it was just a facade he was maintaing..feigning that he was busy to camouflage his loneliness.That was a self-defense strategy most loners employed..they preferred being tagged "busy" rather than "lonely".After all,being all alone was a scary feeling.

    You could tell he liked the girl.That was why he probably hung there staring alternately at his watch and the couple.Was he envious?It was hard to tell.But he definitely wasn't pleased.You could tell from the thin line that formed between his brow everytime the girl smiled at some comment the guy had made.Or from the flare of his nose,when the ugly,obnoxious guy had leaned forward to kiss her forehead.Although the girl had brushed it off with a pat on his head.you could almost see the smile on his face..that lopsided gorgeous grin of his!But it had lasted just for a split-second..leaving you wanting more.


    Now,he was staring.

    The couple were talking animatedly about something.Even the bartender had stopped pouring out the drinks and was taking in the scene.The girl seemed to disagree.The guy's face showed anger.His nose flared a bright red hue resembling that a baboon's.he was trying to calm himself down.But whatever he was doing,it wasn't helping much.He was now leaning in and trying his best to convince the girl.And lo !! the girl slaps him.

    Stunned silence.People have stopped eating.The waiter has dropped
    a plate.The bartender is still in the same frame.The college kid has dropped his fork.The loner is smiling.It was a smile of smug satisfaction.

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  2. My mother never…

    My mother never allowed me and my brother to go out anywhere without Uncle Sam.Although he was more like our family run-around guy,he had always been a constant presence in our lives.We used to hate it.We were never on our own.And it was embarrassing to say the least when you go to watch a James Bond action movie with your friends and have uncle Sam tagging around in the background.

    When we were in our early teens,and thought we deserved a say in our own lives,we had even complained and tried to get Uncle Sam out of the house and our lives by pointing out the various flaws he had.But the truth was,he never had any.He was the most polished,sophisticated,perfect 50-something anyone ever met.He worked out twice daily.Had the same ol' boring bran and oats for breakfast,Russian salad and spaghetti for lunch and God-knows what for dinner.But I'm,pretty sure,it was always the same.if anything he was boring.But that wasn't the reason to kick someone off their job.So,we were pretty sure that wasn't going to happen.But we had to try for our sake!After all our lives(and popularity amongst friends) depended solely on whether we were able to get rid of him or not.But my mother wasn't one to relent.Instead we got rebuked for not respecting or appreciating all that he had done for us when we were kids.then my mom had addressed us by our complete names and we had known it meant serious trouble.And in followed the same ol' boring record of how parents were always bothered,every second of their lives for the safety of their kids and how the kids were forever ungrateful.she then gone on about how the modern age kids ignore and mistreat their parents in their old age and have to admit,that was kinda embarrassing and personally,I blamed the sadistic Tv soaps for that.Wish my mom watched less of them!

    Now that I recall,even when I went out with my friends on the class trip to Shimla during my college,we had felt a shadow around even while we were touring the awe-inspiring picturesque hills.The thought had entered my mind that Sam uncle might have been tailing us.but my mom and brother had rubbished it with a wave of their hands.And their response did stand to logical reasoning.It sounded weird even in my head.So,I didn't give it much thought thereafter.
    Once I had even seen my mom handing him a thick manilla file which seemed to contain a pile of official documents.I had told my brother the same.But he had chuckled over it and added that I was obsessing over Sam uncle a little too much,after which I had consciously tried to lay to rest every suspicious thought about him the minute it came to my head.It was hard as the instances were many.But I chose to think of other things and distract my mind.The new family which had moved in next door helped in that.They were from an army background.The kids-Saima and Arya were of my age and we had instantly hit it off.In fact,I was spending more of my time giving them a tour of the city.This made my mom happy as I had finally stopped mulling over Sam uncle.

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  3. Time passed.Even Sam uncle seemed to have changed.I thought the change was because of the old age-he must have been around sixty at that time.And then the time came,when he said he wanted to return back and spend time with his family.I never even knew he had a family to begin with ! I always assumed he was the whimsical,slightly stupid ,cranky ol' man that everyone saw him as.I even felt a little sad when the time when he had to leave us came near.My brother gave him a box of his favorite Ferrero Rochers as a farewell gift.He smiled and shook hands with us both.Shook hands !!...Like I said,he was odd..like he was an old General from the army or something !

    Even I had made him a small cartoon and went up the stairs to his room to keep it with my luggage.I was a little embarrassed to give it to him in person as I had always detested him while he was around and only when he was about to leave,I had my change of heart.That was when I saw the manila file again alongside various other small-official looking documents with Mrs.Meyers,my mom's name marked as the addressee.Unable to contain my curiosity any longer,I opened the one I had seen the other evening.It contained an array of characters and odd-looking symbols-like the ones you get when your Ms-Word shows some other form of encoding than the ones humanly comprehensible.I was about to keep it back when I noticed my mom's name prefixed with "Major" and the Indian Army hallmark emblem! I must have had a heart attack or something..the room seemed to be shrinking and the walls appeared as if they were readying themselves to fall over and punish me for reading Uncle Sam's documents without his permission and probably for finding out something I was never supposed to-my homely,docile looking mother was a spy for the Indian Army!! Everything suddenly started to make sense.

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  4. Autobiographical Fragment


    On the semi-annual Maths exam of my 3rd grade,I came way last.I still remember the all-encompassing nervous,apprehension as the teacher stood there glaring alternately between my paper and me.It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life,more so cause I had been a teacher's pet all along.I was sick-had been for a while.More than the temperature or the sad,bitter aftertaste of the syrups,what bothered me more was the weakness and the inability to jump out the bed and play around.The window was right next to my bed.The mere sight of the colony kids playing football,and me all coiled up together in my blanket disheartened me.The only saving grace was the sympathetic look over Mrs. Bonita,my 3rd grade teacher's face as my mother explained that I had been sick for quite a while.And as she looked back at me,I had tried my best to cough my throat out even though,I must admit I was beginning to feel a little better then.

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  5. The Fight..


    "Excuse moi Senora ! But I think this seat is mine"..said Veronica,the class president and the arrogant,petite,skinny lil' brat."Oh ! I must have missed out you name on the desk where people generally mark their property !!"-cried out the new girl ! " you sure have a lot of guts for someone who is new ..Don't you ?!!"-retorted back Veronica."I'm the class president.You don't wanna mess with me .."

    "Oh,is that a warning?!!" says Clara.

    "More like advice..but could turn into a warning if you don't follow.And what is that top you're wearing.Did you pick it from flea market..Oh wait ! you wore it the day before too."

    "Yeah bimbo! thats coz' I have this miraculous invention called the washing machine at my place.Now let me make it clear,unless it already isn't--since I came in early and evidently have much more interest in the history class than you,I'm not leaving this place."

    "How dare you?! i will have you expelled from the class..You hear me..you tiny,lil' freak ! "

    "Oh..I didn't realize the class president also took up the role of a principal here...and on what grounds?? That I took the seat of Miss.I'm so pretty..but can't live without my seat,huh? "

    "Thats enough ! You have no idea whats coming in for you..! But you'll soon find out"

    "Huh..barking dogs seldom bite"

    Slap! Oh,the queen bee has slapped the new girl.Phat! Now the new girl had slapped her back.What was verbatim was now becoming physical and everyone was on their toes to see what happens next!Its not everyday that you get to see a live cat fight.

    "hey you ! Lets take this out"..says veronica,probably trying to hold on to the tiny bits of dignity left out,as the college president.

    "Prepare to lose"..,says Clara.Man ! The girl had guts.

    But just then,in walks the teacher.Onlookers sigh.Clara and Veronica throw each other nasty,furious glances as Veronica walks to the desk next to hers and sits down for the class.

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