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The Possession of a Preoccupied Mind

Hey, how you doin'?  No, I am not rewatching Friends for the zillionth time.  It's just that I hate to start traditionally.  I'm in a conflicting situation: some of my readers like my conversational tone, but apparently it isn't quite acceptable to the publication agencies. Two of my best-appreciated stories were rejected because of their tone. The rejection felt like a jolt that I could practically feel in my head, especially the second one.  Since that day, I've been caught up in a vicious loop of boredom because I stopped writing anything new.   I also called off a new transcription gig that promised me some good money, but the client was a tad bit of a scoundrel in his behaviour.  So here I am, having voluntarily stepped away from both writing and work, and somehow managing to be bored out of my mind. Pretty efficient, ain't I? I'm in that peculiar state where I don't want to do anything to kill time, yet somehow want the time to pass joyfully. I ...

NOSTALGIA: FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

NOSTALGIA by Anwesha Dash People love the nostalgia, love to live in the nostalgia, enthralled to reminiscence at any given instances that would be enough for evoking the feeling. I was no different. I used to spend a considerable amount of time in finding anything that would flash my glorious past in front of mine eyes. Valued things have been discovered from that corner of the brain which is off limits any seldom can be accessible, in a fit of sheer motivation. Now, I am greatly revulsive to that. And I, at the third decade of my life, have realised that nostalgia not just brings out the good but also all the hurts and losses that followed through the life. Not only reminds me of that incident which was so meaningful to me but also the ones with whom I have shared those moments which were so dear to me. In fact, it is not moment but the people who gives it meaning. The people, the milieu, the period is what I care and value. Not a single instance of nostalgia that I have where I c...

AMERICAN PROSE: FROM RENAISSANCE TO NATURALISM

  AMERICAN RENAISSANCE The phrase was first used by F.O Mattheiesn in his book American Renaissance: Art and Expression in the Age of Emerson and Whitman (1941). This period was represented by a spirit of National consciousness in the works of authors like the writers of New Englanders The humorists Herman Melville Walt Whitman and so on The newly found democratic forces and the romantic period of Europe was the influencing factor of this phase of literary activities which emphasized on producing literature which depicts native scenes and characters so as to create a new identity of America. The romantic spirit of this phase valued upon the spirit of individualism, common person and inspired imagination. The chief proponents of this period were Ralph Waldo Emerson (The Father of Transcendentalism), Henry David Thoreau and many of their associates who were driven by a new optimistic affirmation by the Romantic movement. TRANSCENDENTALISM It is a movement which was a ...

The Scarlet Letter, A Romance-Novel

ABOUT THE NOVELIST Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) was an American novelist, dark romantic and a short story writer whose works predominantly focused on history, morality and religion.  Hawthorne was born in 1804 at Salem, Massachusetts, in a Puritan family that had migrated to New England in the early seventeenth century. His father was a sea-captain and his mother belonged to an ancient family called the Mannings. He lost his father at a tender age of four and at the age of nine became lame for a while during which he spent most of his time studying books, particularly those of Shakespeare, Spenser and Bunyan. He was very much interested in studying religion and Christian symbolism is also pronounced in most of his works. He also massively read the annals and old records of New England in order to come to terms with the past. Hawthorne attended Bowdoin College in Maine at which he befriended many friends most notably Horatio Bridge who helped him in publishing his firs...

Why You Are the Way You Are

  Why You Are the Way You Are?   The best way to answer this question would be to first fully understand it. The question seeks an answer from me as to why I have completely given up on people who were once very close to me or so I would made myself to believe. Before going any further I would make it very clear that my elaboration most certainly will make some eyebrows raised whose sentiments or as they would like to put it POV is about to hurt. But then again, it’s not about them but me and how I felt and what led me to have that opinion about them. So here it goes, the reason I have divorced myself from the superficiality of people is because of the realization that I have had in the past couple of months. Now you must ask what that realization might be? The realization being the sheer fact that despite having the existence of tons of people in my life, they are non-existential for me. The fact that when I am devoured by grief and the blow of circumstances, I ...

THE STRUCTURE OF MIDNIGHT'S CHILDREN BY SALMAN RUSHDIE

 ABOUT THE NOVELIST  Salman Rushdie, born on 19th June 1947, is an Indian born British-American novelist and essayist. He was born into a Kashmiri-Muslim family to Anit Ahmed Rushdie and Negin Bhatt. He was born and educated in Bombay in St. Cathedral until he was fourteen. Soon after that age he left the city of Bombay for England to study at Rugby School. And it was during this time when he tasted the bitter experience of racism with comments such as “Wogs go home” from one of the boys at Rugby. So hurt by the experience that Rushdie never wanted to return to England. However, persuaded by his parents he joined King’s College in Cambridge and returned to England to study for his graduation. After graduation, he worked as a stage actor and also as a copywriter in an advertising firm.  It was also the time when he was giving some serious thoughts of becoming a writer.  As a writer, Rushdie’s work reflects a combination of magical realism with historical fiction...