So I mess up irst day of college by geng up at eight thirty for the seven fifteen lecture, run to the station in the hope of getting to the last lec, but instead catch a fast, that does not stop at Kurla, end up in Dadar waiting for the train that was ten minutes late, finally end up in college to find that only two lecs were held.
Did a few odd jobs for visions, waited around doing nothing till the tickets for the Hp4 were obtained. The IMAX fucking expirience. Bound to be cool.
Ended up in the Non-fiction seminar at Bandra. The fest is so huge that the location in Bandra on your phone does not come as Bandra, but reads "celebrate Bandra" instead. There was an excercise which I will blog about later. things I learnt at the seminar were:
1) keep it simple. Do not use complicated words.
2) Use short words. The word metric, the word count divided by the char count should be pretty low. the higher the word count, the more boring and complicated is the work.
3) There should be a basic aim in your writing which should show inadvertantly in the form
4) have something new to offer to the world, or do not write at all
5) Sweat out the details. Don't come home without the name of the dog.
(Eg: Dead soldier in Iraq: reporter told of the piece of tape taped to the switch in the soldier's room to keep the light eternally switched on. told more about the story than anything else)
6) Personalise the expirience
7) Make it captivating
nice speakers. Stupid audience. One guy was bitter his work wasn't getting published...
The seminar was at St. Andrew's church in Bandra. Saw the graveyard, and noticed that several generations of the same family seemed to be buried in the same grave/crypt. The church was cool. Then went to bandstand with a few friends, and then came home. After watching one of the most beautiful sunsets of my life.
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