|WHEN TO STOP WRITING AND DO SOMETHING ELSE IN LIFE
I am trying to wrap my mind
around the almost hysterical, obsessive need for people to become a published
author. Mostly, I suspect, it is like one of those twist off caps on a cheap
bottle of wine where the threads don’t quite catch right. There is a
concentrated effort to get the cap off. More simply, getting into the publishing
racket is another example of our need for acceptance in the crowd of strangers.
We live in age where many people wish to stand out apart from the crowd as an
accomplished worthy, special word genius. The problem is the number of people
who want to stand out by writing books has become larger than the crowd that
read and buy books.
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As we drove to the waterfall
through the hardscrabble Rajasthani land, all scrub, desert, barren hills, the
road passed through small villages. In between were stone fences snaking toward
the distant hills.
My guide, Mr. Ajit, sat upfront
with the driver, and as we came up on a mini-bus with a couple of men riding on
top, he’d half turn in his seat, “That’s India.” A few minutes we tailgated a
van packed with passengers, two men balanced on the back bumper, holding on for
dear life. “That’s India,” Mr. Ajit said. The more squalid, inconvenient, and
crazy, the happier it seemed to make Mr. Ajit. As it reinforced his view, that I
was not receiving some burnished image of the true India.