Firstly, let me confess I have not been a voracious reader since my childhood. I used to get away with the minimal reading any man would do. The scientist in my dad has tried to get me into the habit of reading by suggesting books. He used to try to get me to read a lot of classics, books on science, medicine and philosophy. I’ve always thought those kind of books were meant to be showcased; not read. Or maybe the ones you’d have a slight idea of its theme so that maybe in a conversation you could show off saying, “Hey I think War and peace By Tolstoy is the best historical novel ever written”. That works most of the time unless the other person has actually read it himself.
Recently he introduced me to ‘The White Tiger’ by Aravind Adiga. Along with giving a book, he has this habit of giving an introduction to the author. It either goes like, “you know, this author has won a Nobel Prize for medicine and his book gives an exhaustive list of his contributions”. Like all that even matters to me. Anyway, without giving up his habit of the ‘author explanation’, he told me Adiga won the Man Booker prize for this book. I said to myself,“Oh No..Not another one!” I was sure it wou

So, one thing I inferred from this is that, when you write something, you really don’t need to blow up things and shoot it out with disgusting vocabulary and scare the reader away. Neither do you have to write on complex topics which again could put off people. Even simple stuff can make a long lasting impression. Thanks Adiga! ...........
I finally believe I too can write!