Tuesday, March 20, 2012

DD's Travel Writing Bus - 1

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"Don't come back till you know the name of the dog." 

If you went 'huh?' reading that, I wouldn't blame you. That quote was one of many lessons learnt at a two-day workshop on Travel Writing at the annual Kala Ghoda Arts Festival (KGAF) held last month. Dilip D'Souza - noted writer, journalist, activist, mouth organist (any more -ists?) - was conducting the same. I had briefly interacted with him on Twitter and always found his tweets and a few of his articles (hadn't read much of his work earlier, I must confess) insightful. The fact that he's also a Rahul Dravid admirer like me was one of the main reasons I started following him.

After deliberating for a while, I decided to enroll into the workshop, and was promptly told it was already full and that I should try attending something else. Disappointed, and slightly relieved at not having to wake up early to make the trek to town on my weekly offs, I tweeted to Dilip that I won't be coming. He, on the other hand, said people usually sign up and then drop out of such sessions, so maybe I should still come. 

Hmmmm... 

I told myself I should just go. Maybe I'll learn something. Maybe I'll meet interesting people. And surely, I'll at least get to meet Dilip and exchange notes on our favourite cricketer. Decision made. I was off to town bright and early on a Saturday morning. A bit nervous, because I kept thinking "I'm not a writer. What if the participants and even Mr. D'Souza are those hoity-toity writer types?" 

Navigating my way through the stairways and corridors of Elphinstone College, the venue of the workshop, I finally found myself outside the classroom. Peeped inside. "Is that really Dilip?", I thought on seeing a man with a bright where-are-my-shades? green shirt. The participants, seated around a long table and beyond, looked completely unfamiliar. More nervousness. Someone gestured for me to come in. 

And that was the start of two days that had me bowled over. We went through writing exercises, excerpts from different authors and discussions. Even strolled around the empty college space on Day 2. We went WOW! when we liked someone's write-up, and offered constructive feedback when we found something lacking. That, to me, was a wonderful aspect of the sessions. Everyone was encouraging, and even those who were a bit shy or said they "don't have any stories" ultimately shared something or the other. So much so that the conversations didn't just revolve around "travel writing". In essence, it was about writing as a medium of expression and a way to tell a story. About creativity. About the importance of keeping our eyes open. The travel angle was obviously something all of us love.

The quote at the start was basically Dilip telling us to observe everything and look for the details. Sample these learnings too:


- "One needs to look at travel as a germinator of creativity."
- "There is no detail that is not worth writing about. Details make me work hard at my writing."
- "A good editor is a writer's best friend."
- "The fundamental of travel? Keeping your eyes open."
- "Write. Even if you don't have the perfect 'lead'. No such thing as writer's block."

and finally,
- "The best writing workshop is at home."

You can read DD's blog here: Death Ends Fun. He also writes regular columns for Mint and FirstPost.com among others. One of his books: Roadrunner: An Indian Quest in America.


PS: Some of the enthusiastic folks decided to float the idea of catching up on another day for a follow-up to the workshop. Email addresses and phone numbers were exchanged with a promise to meet again. As I type this, let me tell you *that* follow-up session did happen. Last Sunday. At a participant's home in Thane. The size of the group went down by half - about 13 of us and DD and his son made it this time. But a brilliant time was had. Watch out for Part 2 of DD's Travel Writing Bus.

Friday, March 09, 2012

Say it isn't true...

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In less than 12 hours from now, the heart will break. 13288 times.

Today, a BCCI press release brought with it a tinge of sorrow. 


While there's no official confirmation of the news, my favourite Rahul Dravid is expected to hang up his boots in Test cricket on Friday, 9th March 2012. And if that's true (deep inside, I'm still in denial), I don't know what my reaction will be. All I want to do is to wish him the very best. With life and all the new dreams he plans to chase. Also, my sincere gratitude to one of the finest cricketers to have graced the game. Cricket will be poorer with Rahul's departure.

:(

Thursday, March 08, 2012

How to save the world

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Friday. That's when most corporate rats rejoice at the prospect of the end of a work week, or rather at the lure of a two-day weekend. Sadly though, that was not even on my mind. I was upset about something at work that's just refusing to come together.

And then all of a sudden I happened to glance at a retweet (i.e., a tweet that's been 'forwarded' to you. You may or may not follow the original tweeter in this case.) by @manimeow which caught my attention. It said "14. And yes, don't forget to giggle ;) #MyNotesOnWorldSaving". Intrigued by the hashtagged phrase, I clicked on it, and it turned out to be 14 points by @NilimDutta with his thoughts on how to save the world. Some very pertinent notes. They made me think, made me smile, and more importantly, made me want to focus. Here they are...













Finally, he added...


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Goan food fest

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I'll post a few photographs of Goa soon. Till then, here's a sample of the food orgy this sunny state has to offer.


Sigh! I want to go back for the food alone.


P.O.A. = G.O.A.

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Time flies. Last week at this time, SV and I were making a mad dash to the airport. We were heading to Goa! And boy, were we late! 

I had had a crazy three days prior to that Thursday at work, and didn't have much time to pack. Heck, I didn't even have time to get my eyebrows done. And that day also marked the civic elections in Mumbai, so I had to exercise my franchise amidst getting a zillion things done. I was busy on my laptop sorting out work email from home (I was officially out of office on 16th and 17th + the ensuing weekend) and trying to ensure I could leave with my sanity intact. Finally, just after noon, I rushed to vote, and silently started panicking seeing the long queue at my polling booth. Just before my turn, I received a text from DD telling me to have a good break... How thoughtful! 

The finger inked, I rushed to the one place I hate but can't avoid - a 'beauty' parlour - to get my eyebrows done. More rushing. Lunch was a blur. And guess what? I had barely packed anything. :| Everything was just lying around, and my mind was blank. SV called to say we'll leave around 1530. Our flight had been rescheduled twice before the kind people at Kingfisher decided overnight on 1705 as the auspicious time to take off. I'm truly grateful that at least they didn't cancel our flight like they did with so many others. *shudders* 

By the time Madame SV arrived to pick me up, I had just about managed to lock my bag, wear my keds, say bye to the folks and steal cash from the ATM - my own money, promise!

Phew!

Reaching the correct terminal was another adventure too. Our rickshaw driver dropped us at the lower terminal, and we didn't realise that the KF one was "on top". Bloody hell! Seeing us drag our trolleys, one very kind rickshaw driver offered to drive us up... It was a short distance but on a slope and did I mention earlier, we were late. Feeling touched by his gesture, I gave him 20 bucks instead of the minimum fare of Rs. 11. The bugger goes, "Kya madam, itne se kya hoga?". SV and I went, "Huh?" before realisation dawned on us. He was expecting a minimum of Rs. 50! If it weren't for the slope and the fact that we were terribly delayed, we wouldn't have needed him. We refused. To make matters worse, he even refused the 20 bucks. Grrr. SV tried to reason with the petulant child, but we couldn't afford any more time wastage, so she left the money on the rickshaw seat. I was too tired, too rushed, too worried to let him bother my thoughts. 

The KF counter staff were extremely annoying. "Ma'am, you are late! You need to be here at least 45 minutes prior to boarding", she admonished us. I was tempted to say, "Yes, teacher. Sorry, teacher. It won't happen again, teacher." My watch said we were 35 minutes away from boarding. Told her we were held up at the wrong terminal. Told her her airline's website was throwing up errors every time I had tried the web check-in option since morning. She was still unmoved. But I guess some powers-that-be were looking after us... We got our boarding passes (seats were apart though) and proceeded for the security check (lost my precious scissors which I had forgotten to remove from my stationery case - *sulks*). 

And then we were off to Goa...

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