A problem that has teased me since long has probably teased a number of people before me, namely the problem of commencement. What comes first, language or thought? Character or Plot? Form or Content?
The human mind is a storehouse of weirdly mystifying activity. It is too deep to be fathomed and too abstract to be given shape. It churns out mysterious questions that defy clear-cut answers. Yet the writer must try to attend to some of these. I would love to get the views of readers on these, on my blog.
Waiting doesn’t seem good, good for instance like dating.
Waiting upon another, can be e’en more irritating.
Were my thoughts on a day I both waited and then waited upon.
I loathed myself, pitied my existence, felt like a moron.
How hours passed, without any gain, thrill, or success.
It may be difficult to visualise how untraditional women would cope in the situation that existed in traditional pre-independence India.
How would a woman marry the man she wanted to instead of the one her parents forced upon her. Similarly, how would a man get the bride of his choice, in a rigid social system?
Read more: A few questions We are what our stories have made us.
Even after people lose faith in God or in each other, they still see themselves linked to some past. It is difficult to visualise looking upon oneself as existing in a vacuum. We all want to be connected somewhere, to some geniality. Yet in contemporary existence, the emptiness is getting more and more starkly present, and neither God nor human relationships seem to grip us enough.
Read more: Examining our past A study of the 1920s, and a couple of decades later, in the history of India would reveal that these years were marked by a stunning changelessness in the lives of people. The social structure remained almost static. The man in the fields would be governed by much the same values and customs as the man in the fields of three or four decades of the past. The woman in the home was the replica of the woman in the home of the previous decades. In this state of sameness, the only excitement and change was provided by the British intruders. Apart from them there was some movement upwards or horizontally in Indian aristocratic homes.
Read more: The setting for the Ranbakshies