The way things look like

All the same sort of shits goes on and on...An IITIAN wanting to be a writer but  tortured to be an engineer. All engineering graduates following some old fashioned trend of writing romantic college flicks, trying to prove magical in the field of literature after kicking far that technician that hardly seems to exist in the present day graduates. All the old wine in old bottles but new marketing strategies and luring graphics. Writing has become alike baby sitting...easy plus hard, enjoyable plus brain hammering and when mad people( pure lovers of literature and art)  like me give into writing the standard drops beyond the metre scale...

 Its all monotonous. All spices of everyday life juggled from one mixer to the other to make the taste tongue intriguing. Wondering where sex is left behind in the dramatic masala making scene? Not forgotten ofcourse. Thats the soul. New writers treat it to be the best armour to shield the literary piece. As a matter of fact  however taboo the word might be a single encounter with this word is enough to startle red eyed , sleepy readers. For even though denied and decried , sexual intimacy of the protagonist with someone in the plot adds to the weight age of the write up. Additional hype is created by the beers, hookahs, grass, Vipashasa, hippies and what not. All this are enough to set you to write your first  fictious novel.  Am into one, wish me luck.

 Well I forgot to introduce myself to you. Am a 23 year old English graduate working as an  intern for  a leading newspaper in India and my first book on Indian state of human trafficking is yet to find its publisher. Indeed things are not as they seem like...