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Why we shouldn’t whine and other thoughts

Thus I watched Richard Turere on Ted Talks, explaining how he made peace with the lions. If you do not know who Richard Turere is, allow me to explain. This Kenyan lad has come all the way from his meager life in the savannahs of his rural country, to be a scholarship student in one of Kenya’s best international schools. And why? Because he could scare off the lions from attacking his family’s livestock, using an old car battery, torch lights and some wires to create a sequence of flickering lights. The lights scared the lions off, and everybody was saved and nobody hurt. His idea has taken over the whole country, and many a poor family can use this method to save their means of livelihood.

Of Faby and his father Interview with Director K. Sreekkuttan

The fate of José Arcadio Buendía in Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, who, with only his astronomical calculations found out that the earth was round, would still be a bit painful. Melquíades had to regretfully inform that in the world outside Macondo, this fact had already been made simple by other men, who’d found it before him. Yet Melquíades praised him before the whole village, for his magnificent intellect. The disappoint that José Arcadio Buendía  felt  that day could be compared to the disappointment this particular young boy went through after he made a model of a stationary machine gun. However, two months after the model- a cassava stem contraption stuck together with pins- was put on show in his backyard, the real Rheinmetall MG3 found its way to the then magazines and newspapers. Talk about being disappointed, one would’ve felt robbed! But that wasn’t the end of this young man’s ventures. Years later, the same young lad grew up to make Asia’s first animation film- something that was beyond the imagination of the multitudes.

Slumdogs and other insignificant humans

A man stands in the shadows in an unknown alleyway in an unknown street in a known city. His face cannot be read, but his face is tired. He wipes the sweat off his brow, and clutches his cloth bundle tightly. Business has closed for the night in the inner cities, but in this part it is still open. Sleepy eyed owners try to woo in more customers before they close. As the night ages, the shops close, one by one. First go the hawkers and the street-vendors as their bhel and paani-puris lose their charms, then the pop-ups who draw their tarpaulin sheets and curl up inside their make-shift roofs of asbestos sheets beneath sticks and stones. Drunkards and beggars lie like fallen ballerinas-crushed by worry, snoring lightly. Finally, the shop that had been the point of such intense curiosity, by that man in the shadows, drops its shutters with a sound that wakes the beggar on the pavement, but only slightly. The shopkeeper tucks a bunch of keys into his pants, hands a wad of money to his assistant who gleefully touches it to his forehead in respect and then they part ways.

Advertising our vulnerability

It’s 6:30 in the morning as I go over the courtyard to pick up the newspapers. They lay there on the wet lawn looking as if the paper boy had thrown them over the fence like an afterthought. Just like I thought, an avalanche of flyers came raining down by the time I had picked up the papers.

My annoyance doubled as I bent down again and gathered the multi-coloured papers.  Eight of them. I trudged back to the house looking at the multiple advertisements. They had luring discounts for furniture, food and what not. One of the least appealing one, a black-and-white affair with tiny typing talked about an upcoming meeting by an organization. But this is not even the end of it.

The Lighter Side of the Fantasy Maker: Interview with writer Robert Taylor

Reading Robert Taylor’s stories are like watching a thriller movie. Surprises comes out when you least expect them, and then they push you into the deep, deep voids of fantasy. Yes, he is a maker of fantasy….light and dark and very deep, his latest book; The Light and Dark Sides of Fantasy takes you through the intricate tunnels of profound imagination. Needless to say, his writing skills are as extensive as his brilliant mind. Here’s an interview with him.

What was your childhood like? When did you start writing?

I was born in Akron, Ohio in the US in 1956. My family was working class and education was huge for my parents who had never graduated high school. I started reading on a train to California when I was 3 and started writing short stories for my friends when I was 6. I have always loved writing and reading and did it whenever I could

When was the first time your stories were published? How did you feel about it?

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