Good Morning all,
It might suffice to say, I lost one more of those competitions and hence am writing this post so that I may be able to release my pent up frustration that had (for a moment at least!) forced me to hang myself with the noose carved from the literary thrash that I write.
So it’s time to do a little backgrounder on what type of personality I happen to be, so that you may well leave your condolences at the right place – as a facebook comment or a twitter tweet. You may even like and share this if you want so as to prove this to the whole wide world that you have your heart at the right place and you feel sorry for this bullshittical asshole.
I am a 20-something Vismay Harani. No connections. Not one inspirational figure that I aspire to become. No cheerleader or that matter cheer-anything. Yawn-worthy number of readers. No social life for that matter. Passably intelligent. Egotist (sic). Belongs to the tribe of Homo Sapio-geekus. Life wasted, and as an unconscionable buffoon I continue to do so even now. Rejected many times over, whether it be competitions or simple matter of getting published in a science fiction magazine.
In a word, I am a perfect loser. Though I may have high-flying dreams of touching the sky or its real-time equivalent i.e. to win a Nobel Prize in Literature, am in fact a damp literary squib who thinks he can write effectively but actually does not! I am that glassy-eyed creature who fails to inspire the same emotions in his readers that he feels while writing a particular piece of gooey snot.
I am naïve. Because I really think, I am to fault.
It’s time to put the matters straight. Just because I don’t write love stories doesn’t necessarily mean that I am a bad writer with no future at all. Just because all I do on facebook is to share my blog links doesn’t necessarily mean that I am not right in my head.
For a time being, I really tried to emulate others who are quite successful in the writing market (if you choose to ignore their obvious grammatical blunders and spelling mistakes which clearly proves that they don’t write in Microsoft Word!). But I discovered – I suck at that.
So I proudly write Science Fiction Stories, and hope it would sell like hot cakes – in India (can you imagine!). According to the leading publishers of the day, be it – Penguin (India), Harper Collins (India) or Hachette (India), Science Fiction is in its nascent stages and in few years time it would set the stage on fire. Maybe.
I figured that if you really want to get famous you have to mention ‘Atlantis’, you indeed need to time travel to fuck your lover, you have to write about Vampires, their sorry love stories, teenage tragedies, or write a book saying how cool are the guys from I.I.M.s and I.I.T.s!!
I haven’t got any of those enviable qualities. I am a humble average engineer who tries hard, but doesn’t quite understand where he has gone wrong.
Being dismal about the scenario in India, I sent my stories to the firangis. They rejected it point blank. I simply don’t happen to be good enough.
For some time now, I haven’t been able to write a science fiction story, simply out of a sinking feeling in my heart that no one is going to read it.
It’s time to take action. In a world of 7 billion people, out of which 1 billion are on Facebook or so I am told, there must be someone just like me. I don’t care if it’s just one. Someone, somewhere out there – who does really feel that something is horribly wrong in the world (again that egotist streak!), for them this is a one stop shop.
I just now created ‘Loser Writers’ Association’. If you lose, get angry. Post what you had really sent for in the competition or for getting published in their magazine and post the winning entry. Together, we would lynch the bastard who won! Right from errors to his unimaginative streak or a very stupid style of writing, we would rape his story!
Of course, we are losers! We can do anything we want. Let others laugh sarcastically at us – that these are the guys who could not handle defeat, who do not learn from their mistakes; but if nothing else, let this group soothe down your bruised heart, so that the next day we can stand up again and write what we want to write, so that we can give our story in the same competition next year, without sacrificing our principal tenets.
Losers, it’s your day.
Alienman 