If you are a writer by Author Lauren Klever

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If you are a writer, and you have a novel idea that you are excited about writing, write it. Don’t go on message boards and ask random Internet denizens whether or not something is allowed. … Who is the writer here? YOU ARE. Whose book is it? YOUR BOOK. There are no writing police. No one is going to arrest you if you write a teen vampire novel post Twilight. No one is going to send you off to a desert island to live a wretched life of worm eating and regret because your book includes things that could be seen as cliché.

If you have a book that you want to write, just write the damn thing. Don’t worry about selling it; that comes later. Instead, worry about making your book good. Worry about the best way to order your scenes to create maximum tension, worry about if…

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Haridwar- Rishikesh-Mussorie

April 6, 2010

I had been thinking of getting out of the rut of routine and get off some place away from the complete complexity of daily brekneck run from 8 to 8. The arrival of the my elder brother-in-law with his family and a nascent plan to visit some cool place nearby, presented a perfect opportunity to one, make myself happy, and secondly to make my spouse happy, by entertaining her brother. So I applied for couple of days leave and set out for the ambitious three cities trip on my old Wagon R, which has eached an age where it deserves more respect than affection. Scanning through the net, and doing R&D on the best way to reach and not to reach Haridwar, we decided to leave early by six in the morning, expecting to cover the entire distance of 206 kms by two O’ clock, with half an hour halt for the breakfast thrown in. Little did we count about the numerous diversions coming across our way especially between Meerut and Mujaffarnagar. The way was uncharacteristically clean in the morning across the Nizamuddin bridge as we reached Ghaziabad, Via Anand Vihaar. Crossing Vasundhara and Vaishali, it was a smooth flow, in fact so smooth, that I forgot to get the petrol, and by the time I remembered the need for fuel, we were deep in GZB and all petrol pumps for some reason were on the other side of the road. So after taking right turn from Hindon T point, had to take a U-turn to get the petrol filled. And as I was soaring with the satisfaction and secutiry of having a tank full, I almost missed the absolutely unnoticeable left turn around 1.5-2 kms from the hindon T point, which was to take me towards Meerut. Took the bypass from Meerut, with a distant nod of head to the memories of first set of freedom-fighters, before entering Meerut, to enter into a maze of diversions. Work in progress everywhere…Jidhar dekhta hoon, Khuda hi Khuda hai….Aur Jahaan nahin khuda, whaan khudne waala hai. Reached midway, at Grand Chital, a very nice place, very beautiful but wrong place to halt on the way up.

Moolchand which was around 10 kms further, would be better choice. However, we ended up doing it other way round. Braving the heat, finally reached crossing Roorkie in a Whiff, reached Haridwar at around 2.30 and looking at Ganga, was really great. I have seen it in Kanpur, in Benaras and in Patna, with calmness and patience and wisdom gained across its travel. It was really charming to see it full of life, vigour and energy for the first time. My little one, Sanskriti, or Nonu, had been incredibly patient all along the travel. Checked in at Ginger, in spite of some confusion on account of change of date of arrival. Hotel was no-frills, not that you would notice it, but with bright colour of orange and red, and neat, although with bad A/c. For winters, it should be nice. There were places to eat around, I guess, Dana Paani, with very nice food, brimming with guests. Having rested for couple of hours we went to Har-ki-pauri, by Tempo for evening aarti.

Must say, having seen Aarti at Benaras, this was quite dissappointing, with parody bhajan CD playing at full blast in the background with Jhankar beat. Redeeming feature was the cold water of Ganga against the skin and one very beautiful idol of lord Shiva. Strange thing is that the lonely figure on the banks of the Ganges, did not convey any feeling of forlornness or loneliness, but rather of peace and calmness. Day 1 ended with the aarti, Day 2 started little late as we came out at around 12.30 moving towards Har-ki-Pauri to take a dip. Came across the mother of all traffic jams, a perennial problem in Haridwar, so we dropped the idea in between, and decided to take the dip in at the swaroopanand ghat, on the way. The ghat was very well made, with less number of people and good plance to take a dip. Nonu, surprisingly, enjoyed the dip, angel swimmer in a diaper. By the time we finished having fun in the water, traffic opened up, it was already four thirty. we moved to Har-ki-Pauri after visiting Bharat Mata Mandir, which is close to hotel, to visit Mans Devi. There is a good mechanism of package ticket covering Mansa devi and the other Sati mandir on the other hillock, both on cable car, transport between the two by bus covered in package ticket. But we were too late to cover two mandirs, so went to Mansa Devi. Came back to have food and prepare for early morning departure to Rishikesh. Before we left for Rishikesh, the City of Shiva blessed Nonu with her first tooth, one little one on the upper gums. The road to Rishikesh was quite picturesque, lined with forests. Reached there, went straight upto Lakshman Jhula, came back to take a dip on Triveni ghat, before starting to Mussorie.

The road was total visual treat. Took Sahatradhara byepass from outside Dehradoon, determined not enter the city limit, we took off to Mussorie. Took a small break to visit Mussorie Lake on the way for boating. Reached Mussorie by 7.00 PM to check in at Green and Breeze hotel, hidden on the side of Jaypee Manor. Very good view from the hotel but very bad beds. Next morning, drove to Kempti Falls, again in water was great fun, although some self awareness of increased midriff. Came back happy with a resolve to reduce the waistline. The resolve faded but happiness remains. While coming back from Kempti, visited company garden, a must visit especially if kids are part of entourage. Parked the car near the mall and went for a walk on the mall. There had the first casulty of the trip, as we lost the handicam, stolen from the parking lot. Started back the next day, around one O clock. Took rest at Shiv temple on the way down, Then went on to Delhi, this time via Dehradoon. Took the road directly to Roorkee, avoiding both Rishikesh and Haridwar, via, Chutmalpur and Saharanpur, the roads are very pleasant with very scarce traffic, going through rajaji National park which falls in Saharanpur. From Roorkee, it was again the same dusty road via Meerut to Delhi.

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Orchha-The Hidden Gem

February 25, 2010

Orchha, around 12 kms from the Historic city of Jhansi, is really what the Light and Sound Show at the Fort calls it- the Hidden Gem. Most people who have been there, confess having stumbled on it, accidentally, unless you are the religious type having ready the story of Ram Raja.
So a curiosity fanned by my next-cubicle colleague pushed me to proceed to Orchha for the weekend, from Gwalior where I was for attending a wedding. So with my family, wife and daughter in tow, took Taj Express from Gwalior to Jhansi, which took close to three hours, given the fact it was running behind schedule, not being a Duronto. So we landed up there in Jhansi at around 5 PM, tried to look for a taxi out side the station, which came out to be an impossible task, and finally ended up with an Tempo. The charge seemed little steep, at 250 Rs. but is approved by authorities and the travel is quite comfortable. The turn on the barren, uninhabited land, was quite scenic and beautiful, finally as we touched the town greeted on left by the Fort and by Ram Raja temple on the right.

The town is real small, some houses, several temples and the fort. One thing which covers major part of the village (can’t call it a town) is the three resorts. One is Bundelkhand Riverside, said to be the most luxurious one (did not see that), then The Orchha resort, on the bank of Betwa and MP tourism, Betwa retreat, last two being on either side of road running parallel to the river. We had booked in Betwa retreat, and had gone in anticipating a spacious infrastructure and poor maintenance and management. The surprise was in store for us, the retreat is comprised of cottages, independent rooms, interspersed in the scenic, well maintained greens of the resort. It was almost fairy tale like, beautifully landscaped, and extremely well kept. The staff was good and non-intrusive.

The two best thing about the resort, apart form the well maintained, landscape (included an artificial Chaupal, with a cart) is the vicinity to the River and Chhatris.

While you can walk down any time to chatris, it is important to remember that you need tickets for that which you can get only from the Fort. However, the caretaker can be accommodating and allow you in and even tell you a story on the village.

for some reason, the Chatri of Bundela King Bir Singh, which looks more roman than Indian, stands outside of the compound, still unfinished on account of the death of Jujhar Singh, his son who was supposed to finish it, as he was killed by the Son of the same Man, Jahangir, who was supported by His father, Bir Singh.

The friendship of the the
Akbar rests in Sikandra outside Agra, Bir Singh outside the compound of the clan, why the most glorious end outcast…? The work in the structure is exquisite, and grand, evidence of the resources available to the Bundela Kings and it is hard to understand how come Gwalior became what it did and Orchha could not become what it could have become. When the leaders are so far away from people great kingdoms are doomed. Profit sharing is not a kind way of living, but only way of living. The lowest guy of the food chain, as he uplifts himself, perforce you rise. The Fort is well built, not as huge as Redfort in Delhi or Agra but magnificent by any standard. The fort closes for visitors at 5 PM, so we could only see the light and sound show, good one and see exteriors of jahangir Mahal. Seven thirty the show ends and eight the Ramraja temple, right opposite re-opens, which we dutifully visited. The village town is extremely laid back, with decent food joints, especially one right on the entry of the fort, with a menu long enough to put to shame any hugely marketed set up in Delhi, and all food freshly cooked in you view. We had to make second trip to the fort the following day, to see the inner side of Jahangir Mahal, and the Rai Praveen Mahal, residence of the Mistress of the King of Orchha, who is a part of the folklore, on account of her intelligence and wit, which saved her from Akbar.

There are two shatabdis in the evening for Delhi, one which starts from Bhopal and other is Jhansi’s own. We took the latter and came back all fresh, only one thing missed was bathing in Betwa, hope to be able to do it next time.

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