The #AtoZChallenge has just finished and what is better than sharing and reading a book that has been conceptualized during the challenge. Sujit shares about his muse and what inspires him. Welcome, Sujit Banerjie to my blog.
What was your motivation and muse to pen this book Rukhsat?
Ahhh. To begin with I had neither. I had quite a few of them jotted down in diary as notes. Some I had in my head while some kept coming after I started writing in the proper format. If I may say – my muse was human complex emotions; the realisation that humans hoard more negative emotions than positive ones. In a strange way, such stories kept coming my way. Friends opened their heart; people came for healing and tarot card reading. Strangers talked as if they knew me from lifetime. Each one got recorded and stayed in me and over time became a part of me.
Writing them down eventually was my own healing process. That might have been a motivation but I am not so sure. Lets say there were stories that HAD to be told. Take Hemakshi for example whose obsessive desire for a biological child and not being able to have one pushes her to the brink of self destruction where she loses everyone who loved her. Off course you can also say that each character was a muse in herself/himself.
Thank you, Sujit for this insight into your muse and writing. Indeed, humans have a lot more inside them that what they show.
I wish you all the best for your future endeavors. Look forward for your next book.
Where a story stops, another one begins. The thing with them is, they never walk alone. They always walk with a group of friends. Each reaches its own climax. Then with a final gasp of mortality and despair, fade away. No, they never die, they multiply. To the extent that the original gets lost and new ones are born. Over and over again. Yes, they get lost. No, they never die. They live on, permanently etched in the book of time. And from there, we borrow them and bring them alive. Again. And again. Here are twenty six of them, some standing alone and some chatting up with their long lost friends. When they depart, they leave a lingering fragrance of nostalgia and curiosity. What happened then?
Twenty-six alphabets, twenty-six names, and twenty-six short stories. Each exploring one unique emotion, taking you into the dark recess of the mind. Some frothy and most of them dark. Most standing alone and some facing a mirror, where the same story comes alive in two different ways, through two different protagonist . Meet myriad characters – from the single-minded prostitute to the man on the railways station bereft of any memory; a woman desperate for a biological child to a dead man’s trial. Meet a jealous lover with a twisted brain and a gay man’s memory of a one-night encounter. Meet twenty-six such characters arrested and sentenced for life inside the pages of a book. Each one leaving an indelible mark on your soul.
Meet the Cast
Abhimanyu – In the Beginning
I felt the poison of anger raging around me, inside me, pulsating like an entity; anger at the one who betrayed and the one who took advantage of this betrayal. The anger of not being able to stop both. Then the flash of knife and the flowing blood, shimmering in the flames of the torches inside the chamber. Screams followed by hushed voices; bodies being dragged down a flight of stairs. The sound of digging and burying. Later, ruins all around as empires fell and one intrigue chased another through time while swords sliced and arrows whiz past, seeking hearts. Who was I and what was all this about? Why were most of the images that flitted through my head always dark and tinged with red? Rarely, very rarely were they warm and loving. So rarely were they, ever like the sun shining on a cold and shivering memories.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born to Bengali parents in Lucknow, I grew up in Patna where I finished my post-graduation in Psychology and ended up becoming a tour operator instead of a Psychologist! Which was
good since a Bengali born in UP and reared in Bihar does not make a great Psychologist! Am I now glad to be in tourism? It has taken me all over the world including places you would have never heard of. Eh? How about Tlacotalpan? It’s in Mexico.
Destiny had other plans as well so I became a reluctant healer. A crazy Shaman in Mexico set the ball rolling and it has rolled all the way to Delhi. Today I both heal as well as read Tarot cards. My wife thinks I am mad. My friends think I am weird. I guess I am both.
My first story was published in a magazine when I was seventeen. The Editor made such a hash of it that I stopped sending out my stories but I continued writing. Then I broke my heart and started writing poems; first in Hindi and then in English. All personal collection. They still remain personal. I do shudder when I read some of them! Then the short stories came back and written over two years – now is a collection.