Hi, Everyone! I have written re the breakdown of
Savarkar in 2011. I was so determined on writing those scenes that I jumped in
with both feet, eyes closed. But in 2009, when I first wrote Savarkar scenes in
the Cellular Jail, it was another story!
My knees were knocking together at the idea of
writing dialogues for Savarkar then. How could
I dare to do such a thing? It was a sacrilege . . . ! What
colossal audacity on my part . . . ! Such were the admonishments my mind was
beating into my brain. The Quivering Jelly (mentioned in the first post)—so
happily in abeyance for a while now—was about to be resurrected, I do believe.
How
could I write a novel on Savarkar, if I didn’t have the gumption to write
dialogues for him . . . ?
It was this thought, and only this thought, that gave me the courage to give the QJ the
boot, before she quite took root. I bent my mind to the problem and the
solution was not far away!
In his book My
Transportation for Life, written re his experience in the Indian jails, Savarkar
has very frankly revealed many of his thoughts and feelings. It is a wonderful
book to read. I did a deep study of
this book, made a selection of his various thoughts scattered throughout the
book and rendered them in a dialogue form.
It was not easy by any means, but it was possible. In 2011, after completing the
manuscript —by which time I was very comfortable writing Savarkar’s dialogues—I
went back and revamped them all.
And now, not only I am going to start my next novel
on “Savarkar in London”, but I have every intention of writing little anecdotes
of Savarkar, perhaps in a story form, in my blog posts.
There are so
many interesting Savarkar snippets, but all are written in Marathi. I shall be
digging them up and putting them before you all.
Toodle-oo
Anurupa
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