SANAT SAHU

'He is tall for a 13-year-old.' Rick said. 'I was as tall as him Anthony said. 'What Rubbish! you were never an inch taller than me in high school.' 'I was always taller than you, let's have a bet.' Anthony said and stood adjacent to Rick. 'Look and tell now, who is taller.' Anthony said lifting his heels. here we are sticking to the concept of Showing not telling. The problem here is a continuous dialogue. Information about the plot can't be mentioned if there is only dialogue. The better way, Anthony and Rick occupied the armchairs under the shade of the wide umbrellas over them. Watching volleyball under the sun on a beach when a cool breeze caresses your cheeks was the best way to pass your time. 'He is tall for a 13-year-old.' Rick said. Anthony turned towards the teen creating magic in the court. 'I was as tall as him Anthony said. Rick turned to him starry-eyed 'What Rubbish! you were never an inch taller than me in hig

Rahul was the blue-eyed boy in the college. He had a wide number of fans starting from friends, family to the professors in the university. He was good at everything he ever did- studies, dance, sports. Girls loved him for his easy-going attitude and every guy emulated him. Imagine this is the first chapter of a novel where the writer is introducing the protagonist. Would you read further? Maybe, maybe not. The reader has nothing left to know about Rahul. The thrill to know him is gone. Some writers feel the reader needs to know about the character before they move ahead with the story. However, doing that they diminish the excitement of knowing the character hence buying the book. The approach that a new generation writer would take, Rahul walked and set the stage on fire. Rahul ! Rahul ! was the only voice from the crowd. With these two sentences, we know that Rahul was a good dancer and was widely popular at the University. The writer should therefore introduce his characters to his

He walked through the valley guarded by dark, ugly rocks on both sides. Not a soul lived there. Aditya asked Kabi to hold his heartbeat as they would cross the valley soon, then the city of elves would be seen. Kabi calmed himself down, but the noise created by the wind sent a thrill down his spine. Kabi asked Aditya how much food he had, to which Aditya replied, he doesn't have much. Such narration of events was quite popular 100 years ago when authors used to write page after page of Backstory and exposition about the character's world. Authors like Tolkien used world building early on in their novels to acquaint the reader with the story world. Not Anymore. In the times of Netflix and Prime, Readers lack the patience to read paragraphs of Backstory and exposition. This is how the scene unfolds if we show it to our readers with dialogue. 'Aditya, when shall we see a glimpse of the city of the Elves.' Kabi asked, swallowed the air inside his mouth. Aditya didn't tu

No sooner I switch on the  TV , hundreds of advertisements bumps, most of them for fairness products. India , a country obsessed by fairness is the same land where goddesses kali ,dark by complexion is a revered deity, where an actress isn’t considered successful until she  appears in a beauty product no matter if it’s as minute  as a lipstick. Mothers crave for fair daughter-in-laws for their sons ,the only reason, show case  her in every party they attend  and  have fair grandchildren. And if it’s a girl ,her fairness becomes her biggest curse for she will be looked as an object of desire  no matter how small a kid she is. When she reaches her teens, she is already surrounded by men who like vultures wait for an opportunity to feed upon her skin, may it be scanning her entire body like a Xerox machine or stalking her in public .Finally  she meets someone who cares her and it turns out,he belong to the same class of men he met earlier. I was in a similar delusion that sameer loved m

Rajesh: While i am writing this, you might be dozing off or reading your favorite dan brown’s novel ,listening to some kishore kumar favorites or immersed in your dreams or most unlikely thinking what a bastard i was. 5 years have passed since that fateful day and i thoroughly remember the very last time we met. probably we shouldn't have fought , may be we should have restrained ourselves, may be i should have accepted my fault which  i believe i never committed or may be you could have forgiven me.but we were young then,full of vigor ,we lived to kill someone worth our knowledge and confidence and that was a challenge, to maintain one’s superiority over other and in that challenge we ripped our relation apart. Today in this darkest hour of the day, i would like to share  the truth-i came late to college only to meet you before your class commenced, i didn’t hold sikha’s hand and you scolded me like anything,i knew you had a very successful presentation, deliberately i

She was one in her locality who wanted to reach the sky,stopped everytime.kusum was the younger sibling among the  two.She wished to play in the street ,asked to learn house hold chores.she wished to wear jeans and t-shirts,strongly opposed ,sometimes hit hard by dad,who had a tight control to mitigate her growing demands,the posters of her favorite heroines she had kept secretly was found and they were burned before her,she cried,none to listen,replaced by pictures of gods and goddesses.There was restriction in most of the things she wished to do except one-education and she was a topper at her school right from her kindergarten classes. Cleared her Btech with flying colors, acquired a job in a MNC , dad forced to get her married ,she cried, protested ,didn’t touch food for a day, mom supported her, dad took her promise to follow a list of rules, she agreed and got the licence to travel to Bangalore. The first thing she saw was a lady driving a car, that was her first positive b