How 100 days of love helps me write
There are two things I look forward to on Saturday mornings. One is the Hindustan Times newspaper and the second is Financial Chronicle.
Hindustan Times, because every Saturday it publishes the HT-Nielsen list. Everyone knows that Nielsen is absolutely the authentic thing when it comes to sales and market comparisons. (Nielsen is a global information company that provides data and insights into what people watch, listen and buy). The Nielsen book scan data is like the Bible in the publishing industry.
So imagine my pleasant surprise when I found this morning that my latest book It happens for a Reason had finally beaten Life is what you make it, which is always a constant on the Nielsen top ten.
(Here is the clip from today's paper. Click on it to enlarge. My book is at no.5)
Financial Chronicle because my column Sex and the city gets published every Saturday . It always gives me joy to see my words in print. And no matter how many times it has happened before, the thrill is just the same.
I watched a lovely Malayalam movie the other day which is currently running in the multiplexes . It was called 100 days of love and it starred Dulquer. I really liked the movie and enjoyed it immensely. Loved the way the movie has been treated (very Hollywoodish. Nothing like a usual Indian movie), though I thought it could have been about 45 minutes shorter in order for it to be 'perfect'. (Just cut out the silly songs and few other unnecessary fillers)
SPOILERS AHEAD--so do not read if you want to watch it.
In the movie, the protagonist Balan, played by Dulquer, is a features writer working in Times. And not once in the entire length of 154 minutes, is he shown writing an article, meeting a deadline, turning in his piece, researching for it or even reading up :) All he seems to be doing is getting drunk and either trolling his ex or making declarations to his current or quitting his job or getting fired or driving around Bangalore city! I can assure you with utmost sincerity that a writer's life isn't at all like what is portrayed in the movie. Not even if you are Dulquer Salmaan :)
One of the key things I find as a writer is my need for solitude. I need to be alone in order to be able to think. The best ideas come to you, only when you travel inside your head. How will you do it if you are constantly surrounded by external stimuli like a phone buzzing or a TV blaring or people constantly talking to you because those things direct your attention outside? I need to look inside.
I need to ruminate, ponder, wonder. I need to ask myself questions, I need to seek answers, I need to research and I need to read. And I read a lot.
And for me, movies are what I use to 'switch off' my brain. Ideas are constantly buzzing. Sometimes they fight for my attention. It's a chaos inside my head. All the time. Non-stop. Mostly it is manageable and under-control.
And sometimes Dulquer helps. :)
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Amazon: http://is.gd/Ithappensamazon
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http://preetishenoy.com/
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Hindustan Times, because every Saturday it publishes the HT-Nielsen list. Everyone knows that Nielsen is absolutely the authentic thing when it comes to sales and market comparisons. (Nielsen is a global information company that provides data and insights into what people watch, listen and buy). The Nielsen book scan data is like the Bible in the publishing industry.
So imagine my pleasant surprise when I found this morning that my latest book It happens for a Reason had finally beaten Life is what you make it, which is always a constant on the Nielsen top ten.
(Here is the clip from today's paper. Click on it to enlarge. My book is at no.5)Financial Chronicle because my column Sex and the city gets published every Saturday . It always gives me joy to see my words in print. And no matter how many times it has happened before, the thrill is just the same.
I watched a lovely Malayalam movie the other day which is currently running in the multiplexes . It was called 100 days of love and it starred Dulquer. I really liked the movie and enjoyed it immensely. Loved the way the movie has been treated (very Hollywoodish. Nothing like a usual Indian movie), though I thought it could have been about 45 minutes shorter in order for it to be 'perfect'. (Just cut out the silly songs and few other unnecessary fillers)
SPOILERS AHEAD--so do not read if you want to watch it.
In the movie, the protagonist Balan, played by Dulquer, is a features writer working in Times. And not once in the entire length of 154 minutes, is he shown writing an article, meeting a deadline, turning in his piece, researching for it or even reading up :) All he seems to be doing is getting drunk and either trolling his ex or making declarations to his current or quitting his job or getting fired or driving around Bangalore city! I can assure you with utmost sincerity that a writer's life isn't at all like what is portrayed in the movie. Not even if you are Dulquer Salmaan :)
One of the key things I find as a writer is my need for solitude. I need to be alone in order to be able to think. The best ideas come to you, only when you travel inside your head. How will you do it if you are constantly surrounded by external stimuli like a phone buzzing or a TV blaring or people constantly talking to you because those things direct your attention outside? I need to look inside.
I need to ruminate, ponder, wonder. I need to ask myself questions, I need to seek answers, I need to research and I need to read. And I read a lot.
And for me, movies are what I use to 'switch off' my brain. Ideas are constantly buzzing. Sometimes they fight for my attention. It's a chaos inside my head. All the time. Non-stop. Mostly it is manageable and under-control.
And sometimes Dulquer helps. :)
_______________________________________________________
Get my latest book!
Amazon: http://is.gd/Ithappensamazon
Flipkart: http://is.gd/Flipkartithappens
http://preetishenoy.com/
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