Joys and travails of writing
Raj Bahadur Yadav
Albert
Camus, the French philosopher and the author has said,"You cannot
create experience. You must undergo it". Last week, one of my old
classmates asked me,"How did you learn the art of creative writing?" I
thought for a while and told him, "From the artless people of my
village,particularly my grandmother. Having finished our night meal, my
grandmother used to light a bonfire, using dry dung cakes and logs of
wood. All the family members sat around it and she would anchor the long
story session". Her tales,intermittently backed by pithy folk songs,
kept the audience spell-bound and enthralled. At the end of every tale, I
underwent a "spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings" as a listener.
The seed was sown, and the first cotyledon sprouted from my creative
urge in the form of a short tale"Sachcha Nyaya"[ True Justice]
published in the Hindi daily, Punjab Kesari ,in 1975 under a weekly
column "Baal Katha". I was studying in the 10th class then. In those
days, we didn't subscribe to any daily newspaper. I was in the air when I
came across my first published piece at a hair dresser's shop. I
requested its owner," Uncle, can give you me this newspaper as it has
carried out my short story today?" The middle -aged owner said," Quite
nice, but I cannot give it to you right now as I have myself yet to go
through it. Come in the evening to collect it." As soon as the sun set
in , I rushed to his small shop located in the local market of Hisar
city. The moment I got that newspaper, I felt I had come to possess the
most precious treasure of the world. This tale[ with its genesis in an
ancient fable] related to the greedy milkman who mixed water with milk
in order to make a fast buck and a monkey snatched his purse full of
coins. Sitting on a distant branch of the tree, our primordial ancestor
had dropped half of the coins into the nearby pond and the other half
at the feet of the milkman who cheated his innocent customers.
Henry Miller , an American writer, aptly
thought,"Writing is its own reward". While studying in the Government
College, Hisar, I contributed a poem ," Matmailey Gaon Ki Or"[ Towards
the dusty villages] to the college magazine in late seventies. Justice
Surya Kant [ then a student of this college] had edited the Hindi
section of the magazine and appreciated my poem, extolling the virtues
of rural life. From the 1980s onwards, I started penning down my
thoughts and feelings in English. One day, while taking rounds of a
public park in the morning, I asked Prof MM Sharma,my English
teacher,"How can I write better articles,Sir?" To this question, he
promptly replied," Write,write and write!" I have authored several
middle articles in the recent years. Some of them have appeared in The
Tribune too. I have continued writing despite struggling hard to come
out of a debris of rejections. The editor's thoughtful reply,"I regret
we will not be able to make use of it", leaves me floundering around
and I find myself getting nowhere. On sober reflection, I am able to
discern the flaws in them. Then, once again, I sit back and start musing
about some new theme.The day my article appears in The Tribune, I am
extolled as a genius by my friends. But I am fully aware that my craft
has not yet reached the threshold of "flowering" though every fresh
piece I compose gracefully shows that my last published write -up was
no fluke. I happen to be a writer with a little modest success ,
believing firmly in Benjamin Franklin's famous quote," Diligence is the
mother of good luck".
Dr RAJ BAHADUR YADAV
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