#WritingCraft

In his savage state, mere sounds could have been man’s communicative tools to vent out his raw feelings, limited to such as hunger and anger and pain and pleasure. However, in time, as he managed to civilize himself in communes, he would have needed some vocabulary to synchronize the habitation therein. And in that lies the seeds of the tongues, which, when whetted by the tenor of the times, could have yielded the fruits of languages. But it was the character of life, as it evolved in a given commune that would have shaped the nuances of the words, leading to the evolution of languages with their unique characteristics of expression in personal interactions and public communions. While at some point, while it was the script that gave substance to the tongue, it was the word of mouth that incentivized the flowering of the art of expression. However, it was the advent of the printed word that turned out to be a boon as well as the bane of man’s art of arts.

Any writing, like speaking, has personal as well as impersonal character to it; whereas in letters, the personal tone acquires an emotive character, the impersonal tenor of stage plays, and such public endeavours, imbibes the force of   opinion making. Inevitably, this innate ability of language to influence the listener / reader, besides catering to the vanity of the speaker / writer, makes it prone for abuse by man. Maybe, it’s the inkling of the dangers of demagogy that makes nature to ensure that the oratorical skills are in short supply for man. But in our ‘media era’, as the vanity of the rightly-connected gets fulfilled by way of seeing ‘one’s name in print’, the writing became a victim. Needless to say, this premise makes it incumbent upon one to define what ought to be true writing.

What is true writing after all? In its basics, writing is either about voicing personal feelings in private missives or articulating individual perceptions in essays etc. Whereas in case of the former, true writing is about sharing one’s genuine emotions with the recipient but not of faking feelings with an ulterior motive. As for essays and the like, the writing is a public means to convey one’s rational thoughts but not to promote personal prejudices or cater to the prevalent biases. In either case, writing should spring from an urge to express and not be borne out of the desire to impress. Be that as it may, while the letter-writer is weary at the prospect of others purveying his outpour, save the celebrities, who may even write bearing in mind that their private jottings would be in the public domain someday, the very nature of the involved writing makes a playwright, or an essayist, to crave for readership.

Then came the novel with its fascinating blend of all that is personal and impersonal to writing into a literary mould to elevate one’s soul and, in the same vein, stimulate his intellect as well. Thus, it is no wonder that Jane Austen felt - in the novel, the greatest powers of the mind are displayed. Though the power of the mind is at play in the novel, it is the force of the feelings that operates the levers of its plot. And what is the force of feeling like? Well, it is akin to that youthful feeling of friendship when one, besides sharing his joys and sorrows with his buddies, would want them to experience the pleasures and pains he himself experiences. As for novel, it is only when written by one, who is gripped by the like urge to share with his readers that the it acquires its soul; but were it be borne out of a desire to exhibit, it becomes soulless, and worse, in that the writer’s urge ‘to be known’ makes it a vacuous work. But it is the tragedy of life in that that during the course of growing up, man tends to divert himself from ‘the path of sharing’ to the ‘road of display’, which human tendency has come to afflict novel as well.

That’s about writing in general and novel in particular; but what about the writers? Those who write to share, experience the joy of writing unique to itself, and, moreover, as Tolstoy put it, they get their reward in their work itself. Yet, though it is the urge to share that made them write, their craving to be read plagues them in the aftermath. As seldom, if ever, one gets to the frontier of readership, the writers are prone to suffer from the epilepsy of frustration, at any rate, an unwelcome situation to be in for any, and more so for those who ventured into the arena to share with others. Thus, it serves the writers to learn to treat their stint at writing like any other joy that life affords them that is besides realizing that a felt joy is all but transient and that memory too fails in the details for subsequent recollection.

And those who treat writing as a vehicle of visibility would be incapable of experiencing the joy of the journey. In the end though, were they to come into spotlight, they might well gloat in the limelight though without experiencing the real thrill of letters. Even in case such won’ make it to the post; their pain cannot be intense for they wouldn’t have felt the joy of writing either. If it were a mere case of the life and times of these writers, no analysis would have ever been warranted. But owing to the universal literacy and the ‘creative’ writing schools, these days, the emergent authors per mensem far outstrip the number of, say, all the nineteenth century writers put together. That these have begun to pile up their wordy chaff, as a sort of overburden on the literary grain in the written stack, has been hurting the literature itself.  

A Real Story of a Russian

(People with weak mind Please don’t read)

BACK FROM THE DEAD

(ENJOYED HIS LAVISH BIRTHDAY PARTY AND DIED)

  MANTRI PRAGADA MARKANDEYULU Litt.D.,

Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer

B. Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCP,

(Visited Nairobi-Kenya, East Africa)

Quote –

“Death is a depressingly inevitable consequence of life, but now scientists believe they may have found some light at the end of the tunnel.

The largest ever medical study into near-death and out-of-body experiences has discovered that some awareness may continue even after the brain has shut down completely.”

–Unquote

Back from the Dead:

Some times and on some occasions and at some Countries/places, it happens really in few cases, that dead persons come alive and participate in functions.

Quote-

“A Russian who was declared dead from drinking too much Vodka, returned from the dead to join in on the party being conducted in his memory.

His friends panicked and called the Police after he “partied too hard”.

He was taken in an ambulance to the nearest hospital but declared dead on arrival.

The guards at the morgue were shocked when he had a “miraculous awakening” and then returned to continue partying, this time in the celebration of his rebirth”

 – Unquote

PARTY TIME

O My Friends, I Never Drank

No, no, I Never Drank

I Only Had a Small Pint

To warm up the Body and Mind ǁ

You Drink, You Drink

Enjoy and Enjoy the Cocktail Enjoy

A Day Rolled, Never Come Back

This Day, an Entertainment Day ǁ

I Know, Everybody Likes Vodka

They Give Jerk, That They Never Take

But Feels Like to Have Wine

Time Rolls Away, Take and Take the Drink ǁ

Have a Pint and Tell the Truth

The Cocktail Gives You Power and Kick

I Know, Your Tongue Will Like Vodka

Come on and come on, Have the Sip ǁ

Drink and Dance the Way You Like

This Party Is a Cocktail One

Have the Drink and Show the Way

Try to Shake the Body and Legs ǁ

Dance to the Music of Melody

Never seen before the Dancing Beauties

Dance and Step with Lanky Legs

Time is Rolling in a Dancing Way ǁ

Beauty like Queens are hosting one

Dance and Dance to the Sound of Music

Blow the Mind with Blowing Sound

Music and Dance is a Party Feature ǁ

Shake the Leg with your Vibrant Body

Music World is a Dance of Gift

Shine and Shine with Dancing Legends

Music and Dance is a Nature’s Combo ǁ

Music makes the World so high

Music brings the Angels to Dance

Angels like the Music and Dance

The Earth, a place for Dancing Styles ǁ

Drink and dine, a system in life

Sing and Dance, a routine in style

Dance like an Angle, make the Soul feel happy

Life to move like an Angel’s way ǁ

Full details of this incident are as follows; this incident took place in Russia:

One Russian celebrated his birthday function at one Star Hotel.

All friends were invited.

In that party, all types of drinks including vodka, whisky, gin, brandy, rum etc. were served and all the friends were asked to enjoy from morning to night.

No time limit was set.

The Russian and his friends booked Hotel Rooms, and right from morning to midnight, drink, eat, dance, enjoy music etc. all times, as per one’s wish.

All the friends used to drink what they want up to deep neck.

On first day

This Russian had too much of drink and suddenly died during the course of drink party.

The Doctor from nearby Hotel called for, for medical check-up and treatment to this Russian.

Everybody felt sad about this incident, which took place on the very first day.

One Doctor, after medical check-up, declared that this person is dead.

Few of family members took this Russian to the nearest hospital.

But the party was going on in full swing.

Most of the partying friends were unaware of this incident because they were in their own world with too much of drinks and high state of condition.

At the Hospital also, the Doctors after verifying the complete body check-up came to conclusion that this man was brought ‘dead’.

With the request of this dead man’s relatives, the ‘dead body’ was kept in the mortuary of the hospital.

The news spread to his friends at the Hotel where the party was going on.

Some of friends got disturbed and some friends were not able to understand what happened to the hosting friend.

Some friends were very high on alcohol consumption.

The Russian family members decided that the party at the Hotel to continue, as per original schedule i.e., for one complete week.

This was in memory of the departed Russian, as Soul to rest in peace, the party since continued.

All friends were in one way felt very happy about this decision.

Every guest was happy.

All others are too good in sober condition.

There was no control for drinks.

Totally all the invitees/friends were drinking, dining, eating, dancing, all things are going on at the partying hotel.

All people took self-decisions to enjoy the entire week.

Because, everything was free.

No need to pay any money to anybody.

The entire hotel bill including that of rooms were at the cost of the hosting Russian family. Each invitee was a millionaire.

Each friend was moneyed person.

Everybody was a big business shot.

Each day, drink, drink and drink.

Nobody asks them or nobody to question them.

As a mark of respect, all the friends maintained two minutes silence as a mark of respect to the departed Soul.

All people again confirmed to continue this party, as usual.

All people are in full condition.

Few people are eating.

Few people are dancing.

There was also a cabaret dance on the stage, which was organized by the Hotel Management.

Most of the friends were smoking too.

Few people were playing cards.

All were enjoying as per their own wish.

Next Day Morning

The Russian whose dead body at mortuary, woke-up in the presence of mortuary staff and guards, stood-up and came back to the Hotel where the party was going on.

The Hospital security guards and staff became aghast, ‘as the dead man from the mortuary became alive’.

This news became viral in the hospital.

All the relatives of this Russian were surprised.

Some relatives even feared for this incident.

They thought that how a dead man become alive and attend the party which he was hosting to his friends.

Even the Russian friends were afraid of his coming back to the hotel.

The party at the Hotel continued for the entire week.

In this party, the Russian who died and returned back to hotel for partying with friends, enjoyed a lot and lot with all types of drinks, eating, dining, dancing and there was not control of people during the party.

On the last day of the party at Hotel, this Russian was in high state of in-abbreviated condition and at midnight 1200 hours, he fell down and died, as everybody witnessed this incident.

This information and incident were informed to Police and in Ambulance, the dead Russian was taken to the same hospital, where he was taken earlier a week ago.

Hospital Doctors, Nurses and other staff feared for this, as once this Russian was declared dead and again, he was brought in Ambulance after becoming second time dead.

After testing and verifying the ‘Russian Body’, he was declared as’ brought dead’ and was accordingly issued with “Death Certificate”.

This Russian dead body was handed over to his relatives.

The dead body taken direct to his home.

At Hotel, friends were in too much in-abbreviated condition.

Friends’ brain was not working.

They were in high condition.

After the party was over, friends could know that the host “Russian was really dead.

People and friends felt sorry for this.

But condolence meetings were conducted and prayed for the dead man’s Soul be rest in peace.

                                                                      ………

  MANTRI PRAGADA MARKANDEYULU Litt.D.,

Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer

B. Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCP,

(Visited Nairobi-Kenya, East Africa)

Hon. Doctorate in Literary from ITMUT, Brazil.

2021 GOLDEN EAGLE WORLD AWARD WINNER FOR LITERARY EXCELLENCE,

HISPAN WORLD WRITERS’ UNION (UHE), PERU

Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips Literary Excellence

                                “A Royal Commemorative Peace & Humanity Award” by the “Royal Kutai Mulawarman  

                                                                                    Peace Intl.  Instt, Philippines”

Royal Success International Book of Records Honour, Hyderabad - India

Institute of Scholars (InSc) Research Excellence Award, Bangalore - India

Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips Honour, Gujarat - India

Literary Brigadier Honour) from Story Mirror, Mumbai - India

Spotlight Superstar Honour from Story Mirror, Mumbai - India

Golden Ambassador General for Development and Peace Forum @ TWPF/BTYA, Bangladesh

“State of Birland” at Bir Tawil (Birland Government) Recognized Poet (55th Country in African Continent)

Trainer in Management and Personality development Programs.

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