One of the primary reasons I don't just quit and write full time is because I don't want to be tagged as an Indian writer, particularly after all the snide remarks I've let slip about them over the years. If you ask me (and I'm well aware that you didn't actually ask, but that's one of the privileges of having a blog in a democratic country), Indian writers fall into two categories.
1. Angrez chale gaye kya?: This category still writes like they just learned English and absolutely must cram every single word they know into every single sentence they write. Of course, a word is only worth knowing if it has more than three syllables, none of which are actually pronouncable.
2. Yo yo: Yo is either Chinese noodle soup, a flashing ding-dong toy, or one of those insane Tam songs with lyrics in a language noone can actually identify. Bring even half a yo into your writing, and you're asking for a universal ayyo chorus. The yo-yo category of writers (headed by C.B.) want to show the world how hep Indians are -- and fail miserably.
Don't get me wrong, writers from other countries suck too, in their own unique ways. I'd get into how they suck, or which writers are actually worth it no matter what, but that, as they say, is a story for another post.
You found the ending! :) :)
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