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"I must say that I find television very educational. The minute somebody turns it on, I go to the library and read a book." 
- GROUCHO MARX</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>505</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Readpeace" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNQ344fip7ImA9WxNWF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-1588333768440435065</id><published>2009-10-17T01:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:04:52.036Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T02:04:52.036Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tushar Bhatt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Times of India" /><title>THE WAY ONE WAS</title><content type="html">My first real job was with The Times of India, yes the Old Lady... as she is still called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were heady days. After cracking the written test and the interview, four eager beavers imagined word weavers, all in their early 20s, entered the paper, wanting to do the expected - change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were opinionated, argumentative and we were always up for a healthy debate (the rest of the newsroom read it as picking fights) with our then editor Tushar Bhatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would have thought after what we put him through - right from questions about why a story was being spiked to why a story could not be published to why a sub-editor could not write as much as a reporter, why was a Page 1 story tucked in an inside page - he would want to forget us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when one is 20 one does believe one is always right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, this note I received from him took me totally by surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came across a piece in your blog, which mentioned my name. I thank you sincerely for remembering me. It was so many years ago but it seems like yesterday. I vividly recall the young, earnest faces  keen to change the world through their words. The world keeps changing but not exactly as we all visualized when we were young. From your  prolific output, I conclude that your romance with words has deepened. A few fortunates among the pen pushers can manage to achieve so much."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder why a blog still has its space and why I must continue to write here, even if it is during the crevices of the day, the night, the bewitching hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I am all lit up anyway....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-1588333768440435065?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/1588333768440435065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/1588333768440435065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/7YeslFN2FFQ/way-one-was.html" title="THE WAY ONE WAS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-one-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCR3szeip7ImA9WxNWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-2447307114779690301</id><published>2009-10-15T12:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:12:46.582Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T13:12:46.582Z</app:edited><title>LITERARY EXPECTATIONS</title><content type="html">At a panel discussion, the affable Kiwi author Lloyd Jones (of Mister Pip fame) shared this:&lt;br /&gt;"After one of my book readings, a lady walked up to me and said: 'You are so normal'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not half as bad as another reader's remark at a session I did with Vikram Seth at the Galle Literary Festival.&lt;br /&gt;"I am so disappointed, you are such a small man," she said in front of a packed crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer home, chitter chatter took a new twist when a lady walked up to me and said:&lt;br /&gt;"You look a lot taller in your byline photo."&lt;br /&gt;Not quite lost for words yet, I responded: "How is that possible, when all you see is my face cut in a size smaller than the lowest priced postage stamp?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I mean you look more statesque in your byline shot."&lt;br /&gt;"Statesque?"&lt;br /&gt;"I mean you look a lot better in your picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-2447307114779690301?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/2447307114779690301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/2447307114779690301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/tdODyLEKPPU/literary-expectations.html" title="LITERARY EXPECTATIONS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2009/10/literary-expectations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDR3c6fip7ImA9WxNWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-3196819803266231199</id><published>2009-10-15T09:10:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:26:16.916Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T10:26:16.916Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ameena Hussein" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perera Hussein Publishing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sri Lankan writing" /><title>INCREDIBLE AMEENA</title><content type="html">In the beginning, there were blogs....&lt;br /&gt;Regrettably....&lt;br /&gt;If only....&lt;br /&gt;Twitter....&lt;br /&gt;Another space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times over, I have been tempted to spell the death of this blog. It happened often enough. I felt, I owed it to the wonderful readers who had become friends over the years. But something made me stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I knew someday, somewhere, there would be that story which would not fit the confines of the space a newspaper allows, a story that can only be told sans editing, a story which would bring me back to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. Almost a year since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it is to talk about a remarkable, beautiful and spirited woman. Her name is Ameena Hussein. She is well known in literary circles. Her debut novel The Moon In The Water was longlisted for the Man Asian Literary Award and she has published two collections of short stories - Fifteen and Zillij.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met &lt;a href="http://www.sawnet.org/books/authors.php?Hussein+Ameena"&gt;Ameena Hussein&lt;/a&gt;, a trained sociologist turned book editor, publisher and novelist at the inaugural &lt;a href="http://www.galleliteraryfestival.com/"&gt;Galle Literary Festival&lt;/a&gt; in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking at the opening ceremony, she came across as the rare writer who believed in keeping her text short and sweet. Little did she know (and little did we) that the sentences were short for a reason (you will find out, if you read on). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weeks, months and now years, we spoke, exchanged emails and met several times - in Sri Lanka and now in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt many things about her and her wonderful husband Sam, starting with:&lt;br /&gt;1) Always invite them home for a meal because they won't let you pick up the tab - not even in your land.&lt;br /&gt;2) She will almost always make you laugh. "If I am a manglik, you should be dying," she told Sam on one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;3) That if any cancer campaign, ever needs a poster girl, they should look no further than Ameena.&lt;br /&gt;4) That nothing can and will ever get her down&lt;br /&gt;5) "I only have long stories left now and I better write them," she told me at our last meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/Stb1berDFzI/AAAAAAAAB6M/seh6-jA01lI/s1600-h/Ameena.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/Stb1berDFzI/AAAAAAAAB6M/seh6-jA01lI/s320/Ameena.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392767456261642034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between her writing, her treatments, she and Sam work on the story they started when they left their jobs in Geneva and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always knew I would return to Sri Lanka. I was very clear about that," she once told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, Ameena's story in Ameena's words, unedited, just the way it should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you start writing? Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be a writer. When I was young, I think my parents would have liked me to be a lawyer or a doctor. You know the normal Asian aspirations. However, I married young and went off to Los Angeles with my husband and entered university there. While I was studying Sociology, I would gather so much material during my research projects that were so rich and interesting that could not be entered into my boring academic papers. Writing fiction seemed to be a natural consequence and became an outlet for all the stories I would hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What were your childhood years like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps slightly weird. We belonged to a conservative Sri Lankan Muslim family with parents who thought slightly differently from the rest. So while my cousins were in shalwar kameez, we wore dresses. While my cousins learnt sewing and cooking, we went for music and speech and drama. In retrospect, I think my childhood was wonderful. We had plenty of cousins and aunts and uncles who lived all around us. We met daily and played and chatted and had very close family ties. We tried to balance our school friends with our cousins, but there were so many restrictions regarding school mates, unrealistic curfews etc, it was difficult to have close ties with non-family children. We didn't have television or computers in those days. We spent our days reading, imagining, playing and dreaming. How different from children of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How did you and Sam meet? And what made both of you decide you wanted to head back to Sri Lanka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was working in Geneva and he had come on a holiday to Sri Lanka and we first met at a dinner party. After my divorce, we kept in touch and eventually got married. I had always known I wanted to live in Sri Lanka. And Sam was not averse to the idea. But the deal was that after marriage I would go and live in Geneva for three years and then we would return to Sri Lanka. I kept my part of the deal, and he kept his. I feel very strongly about the land of my birth. There must be something in my blood that ties me to this country that doesnt allow me to stay away for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How did the family respond to the news that you were giving up your cushy jobs in Geneva and returning to Sri Lanka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, thinking back, I can't remember going through any opposition from the family in our return. My immediate family however, was concerned as to what we were going to do in Sri Lanka, because we were already telling people that we were going to come back and start a publishing house in Colombo and have a farm where we would grow trees in the rural areas of Sri Lanka. They thought that was a rather strange venture. Publishing houses were practically non-existent in Sri Lanka. And then there was the matter of growing trees. I do not come from a farming tradition, so it quite perplexed them. Today, I think they are amused, proud, and a little non-plussed that we haven't fallen flat on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What made you start a publishing house? Did you feel not enough was being done to promote Sri Lankan writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from Los Angeles mid way through my PhD at the University of Southern California, I was working at the International Centre for Ethnic Studies. This was headed by Radhika Coomaraswamy, now the undersecretary general for the UN on Children and Armed Conflict and  Dr Neelan Tiruchelvam, who was assassinated by the LTTE. During my time here, I found that it was more than a research centre. It was a cultural centre, it was a literary centre, it was quite a wonderful place to be working in at that time. They offered to publish my first collection of stories Fifteen. I then realised that we didn't have any publishing houses in Sri Lanka to publish works in English. There were Sinhala publishing houses, I am not sure about Tamil publishing houses, but if there were any English writing publishing houses, I was certainly not aware of them. So at that time, the seed was germinating in my mind. I began thinking of a Sri Lankan publishing house that dealt with works written in English by Sri Lankan authors.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us in Sri Lanka grow up reading Western authors and not enough authors from the region or other 'South' countries. When I was in America, I discovered books written by Indian authors, Egyptian authors, Kenyan, Japanese, Chinese, Russian - it was like another world for me. When I visited Sri Lanka I discovered that here too there was a burgeoning of writing in English. At that time, I don't know what the state was doing to promote Sri Lankan writing in English. Now I know they have the State Literary Prize which is held every year, but other than that, I can't see other events to promote Sri Lankan literature in English. I am not sure if even the local universities teach the younger authors. There seems to be an attitude that change is very difficult and no-one seems motivated enough to embark on a process of change.&lt;br /&gt;In richer countries the state will support writers and artistes in many ways. Here, it is the survival at a most basic level. I wish somewhere, somehow a fairy godmother will appear to promote Sri Lankan writing in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What was the first year like? How many authors did you start off with? How many authors do you publish now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003, our first year was fun. We were launching the publishing house with my second collection of short stories Zillij. The whole year was spent on that one book. Today, that is unimaginable. On the back flap of my book we put in a little mission statement and after that manuscripts started coming in. So the next year, we published another book, and so it went on and today we have published a total of 19 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you manage to do your own writing and balance them with the full time demands of being a publisher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough job, I find that I barely have any time for my own writing. During the day it is impossible, at night the last thing I want to do is open my computer. In addition, I am involved in so many other things that ask me to write up reports, or fund raising letters or edit articles that there seems to be very little room left for my creativity. However, I have started on my second novel though it is very slow going. I repeat, very slow going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You have also been one of the pioneers of the Galle Literary Festival. Do you feel the festival has achieved what it set out to achieve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GLF as it is called, is one of those amazing successes that you find in the world. It started off when Geoffrey Dobbs, an Englishman, who has lived in Sri Lanka for many years has this marvellous idea to start one. He approached a few people, of whom I was one, and when we first started we were doing everything, designing the programme, engaging with bureaucracy, arranging transport etc etc. It was really hands on and totally exhausting and wonderfully rewarding. Now, we are so much more organised, we have a efficient and dedicated team to attend to all those things, and I see the festival going from strength to strength and actually am quite proud and pleased about where it is today. Not only have we showcased Sri Lankan writing in English, the festival does outreach programs throughout the year involving rural schools and encouraging the reading habit among children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you learn that you have cancer? Each time I have met you, you have been incredibly strong. I'll never forget your party in Colombo, just as I was grappling with a suitably sad look for the evening. Do you find battling cancer has made you even more steely in your resolve to continue writing and finding more Sri Lankan voices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered I had cancer quite by accident. I had been having breathing problems for seven months, in fact during the first Galle Literary Festival, I wrote my welcome speech with short sentences so that I wouldn't be gasping for breath. Little did I know. Then in June 2007, I nearly collapsed and then I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Having had cancer actually made me very humble. Because I was shown such love and caring by a multitude of people. When you have a life threatening disease, it makes you appreciate and value each day. I am not exaggerating, not a day goes by when I don't think I am so grateful and happy to be alive. I hope cancer made me strong, but not just in my writing or work but as a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of your life made it to your novel - The Moon In The Water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the story is fiction. But the details of belonging to a Sri Lankan Muslim extended family came from my life, my cousins lives, my aunts, uncles, grandparents they are all in the book I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To reach Ameena &amp; Sam, contact The Perera Hussein Publishing House&lt;br /&gt;Web: www.ph-books.com&lt;br /&gt;Email: ph-books@sltnet.lk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-3196819803266231199?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/3196819803266231199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/3196819803266231199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/IJ310IVG-yY/incredible-ameena.html" title="INCREDIBLE AMEENA" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/Stb1berDFzI/AAAAAAAAB6M/seh6-jA01lI/s72-c/Ameena.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2009/10/incredible-ameena.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEDSH4-eyp7ImA9WxRaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-4053182945980132124</id><published>2008-12-22T06:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:24:39.053Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-22T07:24:39.053Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man Booker Prize" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The White Tiger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aravind Adiga" /><title>THE WHITE TIGER</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SU9AnnZn-yI/AAAAAAAAB34/vE42ga1ujyw/s1600-h/the+white+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SU9AnnZn-yI/AAAAAAAAB34/vE42ga1ujyw/s320/the+white+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511937264417570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its Man Booker win, Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger has sold over 285,000 copies in the UK alone. It has been sold to publishers for translation in over 26 countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first read the book in May this year (and have been meaning to blog about it since then!), loved it and gave it a glowing review in the paper. When I visited India in June, I saw it had significant shelf space in the some of the hole in the wall bookstores you find next to the dhabas. It was a sign the book had arrived, well before the Booker judges ruled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aravind beat off competition from five other authors, including Amitav Ghosh, to win the prestigious literary prize this year. Judges felt the book won in the end because it "shocked and entertained in equal measure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Portillo, chairman of the judges said that through its protagonist Balram Halwai, "the novel undertakes the extraordinarily difficult task of gaining and holding the reader's sympathy for a thoroughgoing villain. The book gains from dealing with pressing social issues and significant global developments with astonishing humour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd interviewed Aravind for another story after the big win. For those of you who missed it, here it is, in continuation of the spirit of sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Are you still surprised to see how well The White Tiger has travelled? Is the Booker recognition sinking in?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I'm absolutely delighted. It's my first novel: I had no idea how it would be received. Every young writer dreams of being on the short-list of the Man Booker Prize; I'm overjoyed that the White Tiger made it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What about critics' reactions about the other India - the no saffron, no ornamental prose, no silk saris etc? &lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; The book is set in the country I live in; and the problems that Balram Halwai, my protagonist, grapples are the problems that millions of Indians grapple with every day. Far too many Indian novels deal only with the middle-class. That class is real, but it covers only maybe one-third of this country. Below the middle-class starts another, greater India, of many hundreds of millions: men and women who are all but invisible in most Hindi films and English novels that come out of India. If this underclass is depicted, it is depicted incorrectly: the poor are sentimental, humourless, and obsessively religious weaklings who beg for the readers' pity. I've tried to capture a voice from the underclass that should delight, provoke, and disturb my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : As a first time author was it hard to get your book published? Any painful rejections?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I've been rejected many times. It's especially a problem when you live in India, with no real community of writers or critics around you - there is no support network when you face rejection. But failure forces you to confront the core issues: why do I write, and what do I want to write about if no one, absolutely no one, will ever read my writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : I still marvel at the fact that you managed to balance your journalism with your fiction. Did the two ever get in each other's way?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; I've always wanted to be a writer - there's never been any doubt in my mind as to which calling was more important. But you can't support yourself by churning out unpublished novels; and there is the danger that you get trapped in a room if you are just a writer. Journalism paid the bills, and gave me a chance to travel throughout India; it also forced me to overcome my innate shyness and talk to people. I always knew, however, that one day I would give up my job to write. I resigned from TIME magazine at the end of the 2005 to concentrate on my writing. Now I'm doing more journalism again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : You've said Balram Halwai is a composite of various men. Who are some of these men? Did you entirely fictionalise the character?&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Balram Halwai is a composite; many different men have been blended into this character and his voice. One example: some years ago, during my stay at a corporate guesthouse in Bangalore, I made friends with the cook, who was from Bihar. We got along famously. None of the other guests paid him any attention, but I found him delightful. He wanted me to buy him mutton (which was too expensive for him to get on his salary); in return, he told me stories about the rich men who had stayed at the guest-house, including one of India's most famous tycoons. &lt;br /&gt;"The rest of the world thinks of that man as a saint," he said, "but I know the truth."&lt;br /&gt;"What is the truth?" I asked him, as he was licking the mutton off his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;"He makes his servants shampoo his dogs." He scowled in disgust. "What kind of human being forces another human being to clean his dogs?"&lt;br /&gt;This became an episode in my novel; and the Bihari cook's tone of contempt towards the rich strengthened Balram Halwai's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What about Ashok? He has his moments, though the lesser ones seem to dominate. &lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; I've never thought of Ashok as an evil man; he has quite a bit of myself in him. He's liberal and essentially decent, as most of the middle-class is in India; but he is weak. He recognises the political system around him as corrupt and unjust, yet allows himself to be sucked into it: when his wife is involved with a fatal accident, for instance. Far too many of the liberal middle-class know that something has to change with the system, but they also know, secretly, that the corruption of the system will work in their favour if they get into trouble. This reduces their incentive to change how things work. Therein lies a great danger for India: because in the end, a bad system will bite everyone, the rich and the poor alike. And indeed, the middle-class in India, people like Mr Ashok, are as much the victims of the system as the under-class, even if they haven't yet realised it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-4053182945980132124?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/4053182945980132124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/4053182945980132124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/FVKCvhmP5Qo/white-tiger.html" title="THE WHITE TIGER" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SU9AnnZn-yI/AAAAAAAAB34/vE42ga1ujyw/s72-c/the+white+tiger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-tiger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NSXcyfSp7ImA9WxRaGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-7065962911415768529</id><published>2008-12-22T06:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:21:38.995Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-22T06:21:38.995Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vikas Swarup" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books to Movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Slumdog Millionaire" /><title>TIME FOR Q&amp;A</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/reviews/la-et-slumdog12-2008nov12,0,4907364.story"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire &lt;/a&gt; is anything but an underdog film. Its made the critics sit up and take notice. But the film wouldn't have happened if not for Vikas Swarup's book Q&amp;A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recounting an earlier interview done for my book show Off The Shelf. Yes, it was many Christmases ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikas Swarup, India's latest literary sensation earned a whooping six figure advance for his debut novel. Interestingly titled 'Q &amp; A', the book has already been translated into fifteen languages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all, a Hollywood movie based on the novel is already in the works. The book recounts the adventures of Ram Mohammad Thomas, who makes off with the jackpot on a quiz show called 'Who Wants to Be A Millionaire'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A charming book, made even more fascinating by the name of its protaganist. Between travels to Pakistan and Afghanistan, diplomat and author Vikas Swarup takes the time for this exclusive chat with Deepika Shetty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Vikas, why the name Ram Mohammad Thomas?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted him to represent the richness and diversity of India, not just as a cliche. &lt;br /&gt;And if you read the book, you'll see the name means a lot in the book. Ram Mohammad Thomas is not just a name. &lt;br /&gt;He actually uses the three elements - the Hindu religion, the Christian religion and the Muslim religion when he interacts with various characters. &lt;br /&gt;So for his Muslim friend Salim, he becomes Mohammad, for the Australian diplomat he becomes Thomas and for the Indian actress who is wary of keeping a Muslim servant he becomes Ram. So he does utilise his name to meet various circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What was the inspiration for your plot?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; I had come across a news report some time back that slum children had begun using a mobile internet facility. &lt;br /&gt;That is what set me thinking because normally you associate the internet with a certain level of sophistication. &lt;br /&gt;You would expect people who are well educated, who read newspapers who would use the internet and here you had children from a slum who had never gone to school, had probably never read the newspapers, who were logging on to the worldwide web. &lt;br /&gt;And that set me thinking that perhaps there is some innate ability in all us, that given the right opportunity can surface.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I wanted to tap into this global phenomena called 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire'. This is really the first televised globally syndicated quiz show. &lt;br /&gt;So the idea was let's juxtapose the quiz show with a rather untypical contestant and that's why you had Q &amp; A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : You are a first time novelist, did you imagine the book would be this big?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; No, never. In fact when I wrote it, I wrote it primarily as an Indian book for an Indian audience. I had no idea it would be picked up publishers everywhere and would emerge as a global novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Critics have called your book 'sweet, sorrowful and compelling'. In fact, your writing style has even been compared to the bestselling author Mark Haddon. That sounds like a dream come true for any author. How do you feel about all the positive reviews?&lt;br /&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; I feel very, very gratified. I wrote this book primarily for myself. The book is about an Indian milieu, its set in India. &lt;br /&gt;There is no attempt to exoticise places, it deals with the sordidness with India in a certain sense, the underbelly of urban India. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, there is no attempt to pander to Western audiences, which is often a charge levelled against Indian authors who have an eye on the Western market. &lt;br /&gt;So the fact that this has been accepted so willingly, and before the English publication, that is the best thing. Normally, a book becomes big in India and then its picked up by the rest of the world and then people say its all because of the hype. &lt;br /&gt;And here I am an unknown author, I haven't been published in India, yet my book has been picked up by publishers from Brazil to Barcelona, that means something.&lt;br /&gt;So I am very very gratified. I suppose the reason for that is that maybe at the core there is something universal about the book - its about the underdog winning and that's something that appeals to people in all cultures and communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : How long did it take to write it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; The actual writing took me only two months. I wrote this towards the end of my posting in London, when my wife and children preceded me to India and I was to go back to India after two months. That's when I decided to try my luck at writing and it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Wow! What about the movie, were rights snapped up even before the book was out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely! Film Four - they were very interested in the book. They felt the plot was compelling and that it would easily translate into celluloid. They snapped up the movie rights within a month of the acquisition of the book by Random House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Continuing our Q &amp; A, are you already at work on your next novel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; (Laughs) No, I am at work in the office and I think I need a little bit of R&amp;R (rest &amp; recreation) before I start work on my next novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : You are a career diplomat in India, how did writing happen and how do you even find the time to write?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A : &lt;/strong&gt;I suppose that is one of the big mysteries. I suppose all of us have some free time on our hands, diplomats do when they are posted abroad. &lt;br /&gt;In India, of course its a nine to nine job and so there is no question of thinking anything beyond non-fiction. When we are posted overseas, we do have the time. It all depends on how you want to use it, some choose to spend it watching movies, reading books or with the family. &lt;br /&gt;Since my family was away for two months, I decided to use my time thinking about a book and writing about it. I don't know if I'd be able to do this thing again in two month, maybe my wife has to go away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : What have been the influences on your writing, any writers you admire a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I've read a lot of writers over the years - everything from Albert Camus to James Hadley Chase. Subconsciously what you consider to be good writing does have an influence on you but in terms of writing style, I don't think you will see echoes of any particular writer or style. &lt;br /&gt;I have written as only I can write. If I wanted to copy a writer, I don't think that's possible, you can only copy a plot. If you have a unique plot, like mine, then you have to write in a new style altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Did you have to deal with rejection in any form when it came to publishing 'Q &amp; A? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; No that's the surprising thing. I think I've been a very lucky writer. Basically I wrote four and a half chapters and sent it off to 10 agents. &lt;br /&gt;I picked up the 11th agent off the internet, he liked the book and I had a deal. I am really one of those lucky authors who does not have a pile of rejection slips in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : Since you have no rejection slips, what would you say to aspiring writers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; Always chase your dreams. If you want to be a writer, then don't get disheartened by the first couple of rejection slips. As I have discovered it takes just one good agent to help you make your mark in the world. But the important thing is that your product must objectively be good. &lt;br /&gt;There are writers I am sure, who think they have written the next Nobel Prize winning novel, but maybe the novel is not so good. So get objective advise. Consult your friends, your colleagues, consult those who read books and if they like your book then I don't think you should give up, you should keep on trying and I'm sure you will hit the jackpot someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q : And before I let you, I just can't resist this question - will be see a Bollywood remake after the Hollywood version is out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A :&lt;/strong&gt; I certainly hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-7065962911415768529?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/7065962911415768529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/7065962911415768529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/j6tf7yORmyc/time-for-q.html" title="TIME FOR Q&amp;A" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-q.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCSX0_eSp7ImA9WxdbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-3933698046497544320</id><published>2008-08-12T05:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:36:08.341Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T05:36:08.341Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>BLOOKED</title><content type="html">26-year-old Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan.&lt;br /&gt;Read all about India’s first big blog-to-book phenomenon on &lt;a href="http://www.tehelka.com/story_main40.asp?filename=hub160808insidetheconfessional.asp"&gt;Tehelka&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-3933698046497544320?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/3933698046497544320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/3933698046497544320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/GKgaRJiWs7Q/blooked.html" title="BLOOKED" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/08/blooked.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAEQHg6cSp7ImA9WxdbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-2603686339432493361</id><published>2008-08-06T06:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:05:01.619Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T06:05:01.619Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zafar Anjum" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dreamink" /><title>TALKING BOOKS</title><content type="html">Long overdue thanks to Zafar for this.&lt;br /&gt;He talked books with me a long time ago and the interview appeared in India Se.&lt;br /&gt;Read it all on his &lt;a href="http://dreamink.blogspot.com/2008/06/talking-books-with-deepika-shetty.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-2603686339432493361?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/2603686339432493361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/2603686339432493361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/OyjEJtSoD2U/talking-books.html" title="TALKING BOOKS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-books.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFRXY7fip7ImA9WxdbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-2375096868501916538</id><published>2008-08-06T05:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:00:14.806Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T06:00:14.806Z</app:edited><title>IT'S HAPPENING</title><content type="html">The thousand mile journey begins with an idea.&lt;br /&gt;An idea it is again. It is exciting, I think.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be hearing lots more of it, in the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;As we liked to say in my past telly avataar - Stay Tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-2375096868501916538?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/2375096868501916538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/2375096868501916538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/RhWAoWnrGDk/its-happening.html" title="IT'S HAPPENING" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-happening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRn44cSp7ImA9WxdbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-7541844478756886313</id><published>2008-08-06T05:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:56:57.039Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T05:56:57.039Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reading" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anita Desai" /><title>LOOK, WHO'S IN TOWN</title><content type="html">Whoever says nothing literary happens here, should take a good look at this.&lt;br /&gt;After hosting Shashi Tharoor and Shobhaa De, they've got Anita Desai.&lt;br /&gt;Circle Aug 23, 6:30pm and make it a literary date to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SJk8-REgd6I/AAAAAAAABTo/KvtrI-HRMMI/s1600-h/anita-flyer-sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SJk8-REgd6I/AAAAAAAABTo/KvtrI-HRMMI/s320/anita-flyer-sml.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231279482599405474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-7541844478756886313?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/7541844478756886313?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/7541844478756886313?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/uIyTxnh_GnI/look-whos-in-town.html" title="LOOK, WHO'S IN TOWN" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SJk8-REgd6I/AAAAAAAABTo/KvtrI-HRMMI/s72-c/anita-flyer-sml.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-whos-in-town.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ESXk8fSp7ImA9WxdbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-4636422334036615940</id><published>2008-08-06T05:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:50:08.775Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T05:50:08.775Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Memoriam" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chua Chin Chye" /><title>A MOMENT IS ALL IT TAKES</title><content type="html">There have been many times when I've felt like blogging is a dark hole. Information posted, posts updated, perhaps read, often unread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, there have also been many moments when I have wondered about the point of this blog. For those who have followed it and reminded me of the serious lack of updates, I plead guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have appreciated your comments, your criticism and sometimes your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time you know a blog post has worked, is when you get a mail like this. It came in response to a post done well over a year ago. Like the phone call that travelled to many places, so did this email. It made me cry, like these things always do. And it made me remember once again about my colleague, Chin Chye. Like his death, his first death anniversary went silently by. But I take heart knowing he is still remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Ms Deepika Shetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know me, but we both know someone dear to our hearts – he is Chua Chin Chye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today that he has passed away. Shocking news for me! If I didn’t read it from your blog, I wouldn’t have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naively, I had sent an email to Chin Chye to invite him to a press lunch for one of my clients. I got no reply, quite unlike the Chin Chye I know. Then I wanted to call him on my mobile and found out for some strange reasons his number has disappeared from my phone directory. Then I called Mediacorp, only to be told diplomatically by the telephone operator he no longer worked there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both at The Straits Times and then at The New Paper - he taught me the finer points of being a good crime reporter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remembered Chin Chye most was his wry sense of humour and especially his funny grin and the twitch of his eye-brow when he wanted to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have happy thoughts of him. I refuse to let the pain inside me well up, because that is not the way he would have wanted me to remember him by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We love you Chin Chye”."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Wong&lt;br /&gt;Group Account &amp; Regional Development Director&lt;br /&gt;MILEAGE Communications Pte Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 2007, this was the post:&lt;br /&gt;FOR CHIN CHYE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with a heavy heart. One of my colleagues Chua Chin Chye passed away. He sat opposite me. Each morning after our work was done, we'd relax, catch up on the news of the day or the way the property market was doing. Of late though, he was getting increasingly tired, sleeping a lot more and often missing his medication. He'd been battling diabetes and we'd all remind him to eat right and take his medicines on time. He'd brush it off saying, "aiyah! it's only a curry puff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew things would change so drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going in and out of hospital, he was warded for almost four weeks. We thought he was on the mend. Unfortunately, it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a search to find a picture of him and came across this piece. It was penned when we were all asked to remember our most memorable moment on the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, here's what Chin Chye wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"But torture can be mollified, after half a year, and even lead to a source of delight -- when you get first-hand accounts of what has just happened in the world...while others slumber. The most poignant moment, perhaps, was during the Israeli-Palestinian conflict... where after relentless attacks, that killed thousands of men, women and children.... the carnage led Palestinian leader Mahmoud Abbas to cry out loud, "Are we children of a lesser God?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause and effect. Producing the news is constant reminder that what goes around, comes around -- pretty fast, too. Each morning, scrolling through the news wires and videos, you see pictures and sounds, of the crises and chaos, big and small, that grip our world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, not everything gets on air. The happenings of the world, trials and triumphs, sometimes reduced to a few paragraphs on a morning bulletin. Or nothing, at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting this piece, I wonder, if he had a premonition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to look at the chair he's left behind. The void can never be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do nothing to bring him back, but we can treasure his memory. Email me at deepikashetty@hotmail.com if you have a thought to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script, 23 May, 2007: Thank you all for your emails. For taking that moment to pause and reflect. For reminding me once again how words often fail in times of grief. And for bringing your pen to paper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was not easy to see Chin Chye wasting away, but he always kept up a brave front.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember him for his strong spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's listening in now from way up there, he must be sighing in relief to finally be rid of our nagging to stop eating out; to get a caterer; to take up tai-chi... it was a long list. His seat may be empty, but he is still very much a part of us." &lt;br /&gt;- SUSANNA KULATISSA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-4636422334036615940?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/4636422334036615940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/4636422334036615940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/rWe652758wY/moment-is-all-it-takes.html" title="A MOMENT IS ALL IT TAKES" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/08/moment-is-all-it-takes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRnYzfSp7ImA9WxdXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-7351986483083840325</id><published>2008-06-30T09:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:06:17.885Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-30T10:06:17.885Z</app:edited><title>WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?</title><content type="html">A lil bit here, a lil bit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new job, grappling with its systems, travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such be the excuses of staying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises of regularity, I wish I could make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the work week has only just begun after a lovely two weeks in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then I suggest, you read:&lt;br /&gt;The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga&lt;br /&gt;Superstar India - From Incredible to Unstoppable by Shobhaa De&lt;br /&gt;The Death of Vishnu by Manil Suri&lt;br /&gt;Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-7351986483083840325?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/7351986483083840325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/7351986483083840325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/68UW5V31lX4/where-have-you-been.html" title="WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-have-you-been.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQ38yfCp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-6099200080261260322</id><published>2008-06-30T08:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:32.194Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:32.194Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Almost Single" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advaita Kala" /><title>SINGULARLY FUNNY</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SGio8Of0mhI/AAAAAAAABS0/ZjzRzkxzEh8/s1600-h/Almost+Single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SGio8Of0mhI/AAAAAAAABS0/ZjzRzkxzEh8/s320/Almost+Single.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217605920945904146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be a book which would bring me back to the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excuses, of which, there are many, aren't worth narrating, so let me get down to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it at my fav book store - Capital, Sec 17, Chandigarh, on the annual Bharat darshan, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cheeky. A sari and sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit, till then I hadn't heard the name Advaita Kala - my loss, of course. A fortnight sans connectivity meant waiting to find out all about this rocking author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to give Almost Single a shot the evening I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it always happens with a good book was up all night. It turned out to be a riveting read. Added bonus - seriously funny too. When was the last time I'd laughed this much. It had to be Anurag Mathur's Inscrutable American and that was many, many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepng you rolling in laughter is the story of 29 year old Aisha Bhatia, her lack of vital stats, when half of India's masala mags (yes, indulging in that mindless gossip is a guilty pleasure) are obsessed with Kareena Kapoor, her two hours of yoga and her size zero, provided just the reading change I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Almost Single isn't just about witty one-liners, the plot is taut as is the narrative which makes reading a breeze. The book lives up to its cover. Ms Bhatia does appear in the sneaker-sari outfit - what a refreshing sight indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mismatched outfit unravels the story of her topsy-turvy life, her boss from hell, the bitches on swtiches, her search for love, guru and all, makes Almost Single a superb read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sitting is all it takes to get to the end of it and not one bit of it disappoints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes the author and her book all the more real, is her blog. &lt;a href="http://www.advaitakala.com/ak/?p=38"&gt;In this post&lt;/a&gt;, she takes readers through the publishing process. See the comments that follow. They do say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washington Post calls it "India’s cheeky ‘Chick Lit’."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worthy successor indeed to their Bridget Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the book and the author &lt;a href="http://www.advaitakala.com/ak/?page_id=3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Get your copy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-6099200080261260322?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/6099200080261260322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/6099200080261260322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/jAKBakqN-Gc/singularly-funny.html" title="SINGULARLY FUNNY" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/SGio8Of0mhI/AAAAAAAABS0/ZjzRzkxzEh8/s72-c/Almost+Single.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/06/singularly-funny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MSHs9eSp7ImA9WxdTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-1565315006017079896</id><published>2008-05-16T06:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:38:09.561Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-16T06:38:09.561Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Darwin Literary Festival" /><title>Writing across media</title><content type="html">As part of Wordstorm, the NT Writers' Festival, we are in a workshop with Deepika learning about writing across different media: print, tv &amp; blogging. We are under the trees gazing out across the Arafura Sea with a cool breeze and a glass of wine. As you can tell we have learnt a lot about telling the truth when releasing a news story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-1565315006017079896?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/1565315006017079896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/1565315006017079896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/O7D4aRsJK6A/writing-across-media.html" title="Writing across media" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/05/writing-across-media.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQ304eCp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-1426611535848913753</id><published>2008-02-15T06:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:32.330Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:32.330Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writers Connect" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="British Council" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Discovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Linda Grant" /><title>A MASTERCLASS</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R7UveMK2AVI/AAAAAAAABSs/62tb9jaXJk4/s1600-h/A+Masterclass+Talk+by+Linda+Grant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R7UveMK2AVI/AAAAAAAABSs/62tb9jaXJk4/s320/A+Masterclass+Talk+by+Linda+Grant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167088343186800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Grant has won several awards, most notably the Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to miss her masterclass that's being brought to Singapore by the British Council together with the NAC and the Arts House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happening Tuesday, 26th Feb at the Arts House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 6332 3919 or email enquiries@toph.com.sg to register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRITERS CONNECT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the masterclass gets you going, make sure you make it for Writers Connect on Thursday, 28th Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the Arts House at 7pm, do bring 6-8 copies of a short piece of writing and spend an evening giving and receiving feedback. New and experienced writers welcome. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Call 9101 1844 or email Chris-Mooney Singh 9101 1844 if you need to know more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER DISCOVERY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've given us some of us finest documentaries, now, Discovery Channel presents its magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Channel Magazine is a bi-monthly magazine will hit the newsstands around the region on 22 February 2008. It will debut with an initial circulation of 100,000 primarily in Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, and the Philippines. It will also be on sale in China, Indonesia, Japan, Korea, Taiwan, Thailand, and Vietnam. There are plans to roll out to other Asia-Pacific markets later in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Keaveny, executive vice president and managing director, Discovery Networks Asia, says, "The Discovery Channel Magazine is a natural extension of our successful brand beyond TV and provides our viewers with the ability to take Discovery Channel everywhere they go. This partnership taps the synergies and strengths of both Discovery and Reader’s Digest – both have a long history of compelling story telling and quality content – and ultimately, the consumer will benefit from an excellent product.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see, read and tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-1426611535848913753?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/1426611535848913753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/1426611535848913753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/n0WFGMK6eeE/masterclass.html" title="A MASTERCLASS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R7UveMK2AVI/AAAAAAAABSs/62tb9jaXJk4/s72-c/A+Masterclass+Talk+by+Linda+Grant.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/02/masterclass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FRXk_fip7ImA9WxZQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-8360378040834263977</id><published>2008-02-15T05:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:53:34.746Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-15T05:53:34.746Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vikram Seth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shyam Selvadurai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gore Vidal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kamila Shamsie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle Literary Festival" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tom Isaacs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Carl Muller" /><title>FROM SOMETIME AGO...</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;TOM ISAACS AND VIKRAM SETH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Seth was the moderator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VS:&lt;/strong&gt; Why were you wandering around in Sri Lanka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOM:&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone who has been to Sri Lanka absolutely raves about it, then you read the newspapers and get a totally different picture. But someone told me the other day that Washington is the most dangerous place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VS:&lt;/strong&gt; For the rest of the world, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHYAM SELVADURAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with Funny Boy, then head to Cinnamon Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;"To pick up a book and read it, you have to be willing to enter it."&lt;br /&gt;"Writers alone can't change things . It's not that we don't want to change things, but as a writer you can't over-estimate yourself and you have to make sure that your voice doesn't get too shrill."&lt;br /&gt;"You have a writing style, it's like your voice, you can't change it, really. Once you have the material, you need to intergrate it but your voice will stay yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMILA SHAMSIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already read her, get started:&lt;br /&gt;"You can't put the burden on a book to change things. The culture and politics of a society also has a role to play."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think more novels are going to change things around us. I write because I have to write. And I read because books make me think and re-think. Reading a novel is such a personal act, while writing a novel is like a sprawling moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEXANDER McCALL SMITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing nasty happens in my books, in fact nothing happens at all. It's just lots of interesting characters moving in, out and about."&lt;br /&gt;"I often get letters from readers around the world asking how long does it take to get a mechanical apprenticeship in Botswana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GORE VIDAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We use democracy like ketchup, over everything."&lt;br /&gt;"I recommend you read Aristotle's Politics, it takes more shortcuts than I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon Winchester to Gore Vidal:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you love your country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gore Vidal responds:&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone who loves a country is insane (laughter and clapping). I'm obviously in a room full of individualists.&lt;br /&gt;On US policy or lack thereof:&lt;br /&gt;"We have no policy of our own. The amount of money we've lost on mad cap adventures in Asia will take generations to rebuild. (pauses) We wait for time's chariot to pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIKRAM SETH ON THE SIZE OF A SUITABLE BOY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Travellers take it out of their luggage and take it as their hand luggage. They just use it for one purpose or another, I imagine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARL MULLER'S CONFESSIONAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was young and utterly despicable. I was put in a jail in Bombay after being caught drunk in Eros Cinema. I wrote an article called 'The Fourth Floor,' I was arrested again and put back on the fourth floor. The cops locked and handcuffed the door. That was the first time I'd seen cockroaches the size of poppadoms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His musical notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I started because it was too painful to listen to my sisters playing the piano. They could only play two notes and they'd play them all the time. My international debut was when I was in Sharjah, I had to chase the dancers off the stage as half the Kandiyan dancers were pregnant. Who the hell sent pregnant dancers to do a Kandiyan dance? I had to go and play next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashing PCs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I crashed my computer so many times that I had to stick a sign before attempting to turn it on - RTFF. Read The F******* Manual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love to write, it's in my blood. I wrote stuff for newspapers, I wrote articles on nature, I simply wrote all the time. I sent some of my articles to Penguin and they sent it back saying, you write well, you should write something like Ondaatje's Running in the Family. I said I have the whole family that has run me out, so it shouldn't be a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On his next book:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am writing about the president of a country which is tied like an undersea elastic to India. The Book is called 'The Incredible Adventures of Mr Hindama.' No publisher in Sri Lanka wanted to publish but one brave guy in Chennai agreed to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-8360378040834263977?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/8360378040834263977?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/8360378040834263977?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/5DCMcAlg4Vc/from-sometime-ago.html" title="FROM SOMETIME AGO..." /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-sometime-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMRHs8eyp7ImA9WxZQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-8892186368038790731</id><published>2008-02-15T05:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:11:25.573Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-15T05:11:25.573Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Economist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barack Obama" /><title>THE MAN OF THE MOMENT</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whatever happens, Mr Obama is already that rare thing —a political phenomenon. It is not just that he has managed to survive the Clintons' crude onslaught with grace. He has persuaded huge numbers of people around the world to reconsider politics in an optimistic way. To many Americans, a black man who eschews both racial politics and the conservative-liberal divide is a chance to heal the country's two deepest divisions. To many foreigners, he represents an idealistic version of America—the hope of a more benevolent superpower."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in entire agreement with the rest of &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10689547"&gt;The Economist opinion&lt;/a&gt;, but this certainly rings true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-8892186368038790731?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/8892186368038790731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/8892186368038790731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/kJEh0258Vcg/man-of-moment.html" title="THE MAN OF THE MOMENT" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-of-moment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQn06fyp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-5159279739238547008</id><published>2008-01-31T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:33.317Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:33.317Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vikram Seth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle Literary Festival" /><title>GRIN &amp; BEAR IT</title><content type="html">Strange things have happened on my panels before. Writers have fallen in love, writers have fallen out of love, writers have wanted to make love, in one instance, one very famous author tripped and fell, another had the mike fall in his lap. The wine has resulted in slurry speech and even slurrier thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never before has a very, very famous author wanted to pronounce judgment on the state of my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrjam.typepad.com/"&gt;Nury Vittachi&lt;/a&gt; has already narrated the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'VIKRAM SETH doesn’t have a reputation for being easy-going, and referred to himself during an on-stage interview as someone who used to be “touchy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he won the hearts of the crowd at the Sri Lanka festival. He was treated like a rock star, with huge mobs attending his every move, and he responded by providing high grade entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, he told an entertaining story about a relative who was a one-armed dentist. To illustrate the challenges involved, he put his arm around the head of moderator Deepika Shetty and duly inspected her back molars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the author didn’t know – but many of the rest of us did – was that Singapore journalist Ms Shetty has just completed a lengthy dental treatment which involved carrying around a quarter of a ton of metal in her mouth for more than a year. Thus his good reports about her dentition carried great weight.'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley Keningsberg has captured the sequence of events which started when we were talking about 'Two Lives' and the conversation veered towards Uncle Shanti and Aunty Henny. Seth was trying to explain what the loss of Uncle Shanti's right arm [he lost it during the war] meant. He paused to ponder, the next minute, he was up and about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Deepika, will you let me examine your teeth'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the Hall de Galle stage, with a crowd of 500 in attendance, it was impossible to run for cover, so I responded....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Vikram, if only I knew this was going to happen, I would have been sure to brush my teeth.'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Don't worry,'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he assured me, '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I won't reveal the state of your inners to anyone.'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as good as his word, he didn't. While the teeth look a tad too perfect now, there is an offending molar. I'll be sure to fix, before I meet Vikram next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't heard it, he is due to appear at the Ubud Writers Festival next. Be sure to look out for the dates in September/October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take it from everyone who has met him, heard him, read him, taken a picture with him, Seth is worth your airfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, enjoy these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thinking dentist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjuQ-pMlI/AAAAAAAABR8/nt4Zx5toNGY/s1600-h/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjuQ-pMlI/AAAAAAAABR8/nt4Zx5toNGY/s320/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161445925681967698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets ready for the dental examination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6Ejug-pMmI/AAAAAAAABSE/3wWOcUW-t0w/s1600-h/DSC00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6Ejug-pMmI/AAAAAAAABSE/3wWOcUW-t0w/s320/DSC00253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161445929976935010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it works from the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6Ejuw-pMnI/AAAAAAAABSM/ZHVUffsLfIU/s1600-h/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6Ejuw-pMnI/AAAAAAAABSM/ZHVUffsLfIU/s320/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161445934271902322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjvA-pMoI/AAAAAAAABSU/sDxc0MuCueg/s1600-h/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjvA-pMoI/AAAAAAAABSU/sDxc0MuCueg/s320/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161445938566869634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll laugh about it too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjvQ-pMpI/AAAAAAAABSc/ahdD_-uigiw/s1600-h/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjvQ-pMpI/AAAAAAAABSc/ahdD_-uigiw/s320/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161445942861836946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-5159279739238547008?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/5159279739238547008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/5159279739238547008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/MtUMxEXHimc/grin-bear-it.html" title="GRIN &amp; BEAR IT" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6EjuQ-pMlI/AAAAAAAABR8/nt4Zx5toNGY/s72-c/DSC00239.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/grin-bear-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRXY-cCp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-459819456201387454</id><published>2008-01-30T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:34.858Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:34.858Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vikram Seth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gore Vidal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle Literary Festival" /><title>THE TOP SPOT GOES TO....</title><content type="html">The true measure of an author's success at a festival is not reflected in the number of people who show up, the laughs a session generates or even the Q &amp; A. It boils down to the dollars and the cents people spend investing in books and then the number of minutes they end up waiting to get them signed. Gore Vidal took all of 10 minutes to get over and done with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5NA-pMaI/AAAAAAAABQk/dDXDY97UrgQ/s1600-h/DSC00285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5NA-pMaI/AAAAAAAABQk/dDXDY97UrgQ/s320/DSC00285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161258437474595234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5Ng-pMbI/AAAAAAAABQs/-C7jZOs4PUY/s1600-h/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5Ng-pMbI/AAAAAAAABQs/-C7jZOs4PUY/s320/DSC00288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161258446064529842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram Seth, on the other hand extended his session by 30 minutes. He sure can go on. I was watching people in the audience getting up, then sitting down, attempting to get up again, then sit down. It was quite a sight. Shall we leave, shall we not/ The session that started at 4.30pm finally ended at 6pm. Seth was signing books for the next hour. By 7.10pm, I'd walked him back to Amangalla, he was to appear at a literary dinner at 8 and the next morning he was doing a kids session and still signing books. How can you not love him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5Ng-pMcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Zu1ISFq-P5o/s1600-h/DSC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5Ng-pMcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Zu1ISFq-P5o/s320/DSC00261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161258446064529858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5OA-pMeI/AAAAAAAABRE/twd4xNcKJiI/s1600-h/DSC00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5OA-pMeI/AAAAAAAABRE/twd4xNcKJiI/s320/DSC00264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161258454654464482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B69A-pMgI/AAAAAAAABRU/2TGzph1Sq-4/s1600-h/DSC00265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B69A-pMgI/AAAAAAAABRU/2TGzph1Sq-4/s320/DSC00265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161260361619943938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B69Q-pMhI/AAAAAAAABRc/UK8sQSPTScg/s1600-h/DSC00266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B69Q-pMhI/AAAAAAAABRc/UK8sQSPTScg/s320/DSC00266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161260365914911250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B6-A-pMiI/AAAAAAAABRk/eJMr3cE-NgI/s1600-h/DSC00267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B6-A-pMiI/AAAAAAAABRk/eJMr3cE-NgI/s320/DSC00267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161260378799813154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B6-g-pMjI/AAAAAAAABRs/4dUHOc9gLoc/s1600-h/DSC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B6-g-pMjI/AAAAAAAABRs/4dUHOc9gLoc/s320/DSC00294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161260387389747762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B7Zw-pMkI/AAAAAAAABR0/rikUU4H6JO0/s1600-h/DSC00274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B7Zw-pMkI/AAAAAAAABR0/rikUU4H6JO0/s320/DSC00274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161260855541183042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-459819456201387454?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/459819456201387454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/459819456201387454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/NgRq-9lcfso/top-spot-goes-to.html" title="THE TOP SPOT GOES TO...." /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R6B5NA-pMaI/AAAAAAAABQk/dDXDY97UrgQ/s72-c/DSC00285.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-spot-goes-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRHoyeip7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-3257040253010458574</id><published>2008-01-30T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:35.492Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:35.492Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vikram Seth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sri Lanka" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle Literary Festival" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tom Issacs" /><title>FOUND IN THE TEA TRAILS</title><content type="html">By Vikram Seth - Tom Issacs.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what you missed, if you didn't sit in for this session. I'll post more about it, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_VtQ-pMWI/AAAAAAAABQE/dCSJLQYOt-c/s1600-h/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_VtQ-pMWI/AAAAAAAABQE/dCSJLQYOt-c/s320/DSC00186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078671618421090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Vtg-pMXI/AAAAAAAABQM/IYZXcnhl3G4/s1600-h/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Vtg-pMXI/AAAAAAAABQM/IYZXcnhl3G4/s320/DSC00189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078675913388402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Vtw-pMYI/AAAAAAAABQU/TndZL3LRjcM/s1600-h/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Vtw-pMYI/AAAAAAAABQU/TndZL3LRjcM/s320/DSC00193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078680208355714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Vtw-pMZI/AAAAAAAABQc/GinVTv75Ilk/s1600-h/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Vtw-pMZI/AAAAAAAABQc/GinVTv75Ilk/s320/DSC00187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161078680208355730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-3257040253010458574?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/3257040253010458574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/3257040253010458574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/767e2vZIDMA/found-in-tea-trails.html" title="FOUND IN THE TEA TRAILS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_VtQ-pMWI/AAAAAAAABQE/dCSJLQYOt-c/s72-c/DSC00186.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/found-in-tea-trails.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFR3Y_cCp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-5097017011258578691</id><published>2008-01-30T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:36.848Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:36.848Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sri Lanka" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle Literary Festival" /><title>THE HIGHLIGHTS</title><content type="html">After all the Carl Muller reports from last year, almost gave this a miss. If not for the Tim Severin lunch at Kogalla, might not have made it for this. Muller had his wits about him as he tracked his brushes with the law, getting in and out of jail, crashing his computer, reminding himself to Read The F****** Manual 'I call it RTFM, to his new book that a publisher in Madras has picked up. 'I can't help it, if it bears resemblance to a certain character we know only too well.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QKg-pMNI/AAAAAAAABO8/EwlRTzRECgA/s1600-h/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QKg-pMNI/AAAAAAAABO8/EwlRTzRECgA/s320/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072577059827922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got the beat - Jeet Thayil and Suman, were the stars of the slam. Catch them wherever you can. It's worth staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLA-pMOI/AAAAAAAABPE/CWWoyS6N_wQ/s1600-h/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLA-pMOI/AAAAAAAABPE/CWWoyS6N_wQ/s320/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072585649762530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected someone straight out of the sets of The Pirates of the Carribean. Explorer, adventurer, film maker, writer Tim Severin surprised me. His adventures put every other travel trip to shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLQ-pMPI/AAAAAAAABPM/Zl-p3Hyc5mM/s1600-h/DSC00215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLQ-pMPI/AAAAAAAABPM/Zl-p3Hyc5mM/s320/DSC00215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072589944729842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneering women all. Sri Lankan authors Punyakante, Yasmine Gooneratne, Jean and Vijita. They showed us, if you've got to write, you will. Jean, though needed a session all on her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLQ-pMQI/AAAAAAAABPU/rTrDyTxImAA/s1600-h/DSC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLQ-pMQI/AAAAAAAABPU/rTrDyTxImAA/s320/DSC00223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072589944729858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander McCall Smith had made exactly the same speech a couple of moons ago in Singapore. Yet, who can resist the company of the 'Number 1 Ladies Detective', the books are travelling at the same pace, he told us. Mechanics are still mechanics. 'Lots of things are happening at other sessions at this festival, serious stuff is being discussed, not here. Like my books, very little happens in my talks,' he told the crowd in the Hall de Galle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLg-pMRI/AAAAAAAABPc/Yi4D7MN1JYk/s1600-h/DSC00226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QLg-pMRI/AAAAAAAABPc/Yi4D7MN1JYk/s320/DSC00226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161072594239697170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QxQ-pMSI/AAAAAAAABPk/I-rucAh0_I4/s1600-h/DSC00227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QxQ-pMSI/AAAAAAAABPk/I-rucAh0_I4/s320/DSC00227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161073242779758882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us we took ourselves too seriously. Wonder if that's a bad thing. In any case if the session isn't going the way I expect it to, I'd rather let my legs do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Qxw-pMTI/AAAAAAAABPs/gWOGXfAnRyo/s1600-h/DSC00229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Qxw-pMTI/AAAAAAAABPs/gWOGXfAnRyo/s320/DSC00229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161073251369693490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Qxw-pMUI/AAAAAAAABP0/ICzf2nIbcc0/s1600-h/DSC00231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_Qxw-pMUI/AAAAAAAABP0/ICzf2nIbcc0/s320/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161073251369693506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QyA-pMVI/AAAAAAAABP8/8H-QzvNRqP0/s1600-h/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QyA-pMVI/AAAAAAAABP8/8H-QzvNRqP0/s320/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161073255664660818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-5097017011258578691?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/5097017011258578691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/5097017011258578691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/iMCftAgGM8g/highlights.html" title="THE HIGHLIGHTS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5_QKg-pMNI/AAAAAAAABO8/EwlRTzRECgA/s72-c/DSC00167.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/highlights.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRnszfCp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-6151196284468664553</id><published>2008-01-28T01:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:37.584Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:37.584Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle Literary Festival" /><title>PEOPLE, PLACES, WORDS</title><content type="html">Snapshots from the Galle Lit Fest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q3w-pMII/AAAAAAAABOU/9RE6_09E8Hg/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q3w-pMII/AAAAAAAABOU/9RE6_09E8Hg/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327885565276290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q4g-pMJI/AAAAAAAABOc/4asIVQ8KPFA/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q4g-pMJI/AAAAAAAABOc/4asIVQ8KPFA/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327898450178194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q5A-pMKI/AAAAAAAABOk/KcpdGKd6yiw/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q5A-pMKI/AAAAAAAABOk/KcpdGKd6yiw/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327907040112802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q5g-pMLI/AAAAAAAABOs/_TAiZd6JYtg/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q5g-pMLI/AAAAAAAABOs/_TAiZd6JYtg/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327915630047410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q5w-pMMI/AAAAAAAABO0/1fgpkXCtSME/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q5w-pMMI/AAAAAAAABO0/1fgpkXCtSME/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160327919925014722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-6151196284468664553?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/6151196284468664553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/6151196284468664553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/RL-UT5hXOiM/people-places-words.html" title="PEOPLE, PLACES, WORDS" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R50q3w-pMII/AAAAAAAABOU/9RE6_09E8Hg/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-places-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFSXY4fyp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-4457591395687648730</id><published>2008-01-27T11:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:38.837Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:38.837Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Galle" /><title>STREETSIDE</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3Q-pMDI/AAAAAAAABNs/eJE76JjbpcQ/s1600-h/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3Q-pMDI/AAAAAAAABNs/eJE76JjbpcQ/s320/DSC00341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160125566835830834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3w-pMEI/AAAAAAAABN0/w_Vdr17WWt8/s1600-h/DSC00340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3w-pMEI/AAAAAAAABN0/w_Vdr17WWt8/s320/DSC00340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160125575425765442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3w-pMFI/AAAAAAAABN8/VbbZvmAiW7A/s1600-h/DSC00319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3w-pMFI/AAAAAAAABN8/VbbZvmAiW7A/s320/DSC00319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160125575425765458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy4A-pMGI/AAAAAAAABOE/srwAakViIMY/s1600-h/DSC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy4A-pMGI/AAAAAAAABOE/srwAakViIMY/s320/DSC00204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160125579720732770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy4A-pMHI/AAAAAAAABOM/4BWb0V6vg9o/s1600-h/DSC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy4A-pMHI/AAAAAAAABOM/4BWb0V6vg9o/s320/DSC00208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160125579720732786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-4457591395687648730?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/4457591395687648730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/4457591395687648730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/LQUHsi4Xr6I/streetside.html" title="STREETSIDE" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xy3Q-pMDI/AAAAAAAABNs/eJE76JjbpcQ/s72-c/DSC00341.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/streetside.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQX86eyp7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-744897833752363544</id><published>2008-01-27T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:40.113Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:40.113Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dutch House" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fortress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Lighthouse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sun House" /><title>FALLING IN LOVE</title><content type="html">Is easy, when you have places like these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcg-pMAI/AAAAAAAABNU/pZe4i2Bckvs/s1600-h/DSC00314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcg-pMAI/AAAAAAAABNU/pZe4i2Bckvs/s320/DSC00314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160124007762702338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcw-pMBI/AAAAAAAABNc/zEzGkzc1HSA/s1600-h/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcw-pMBI/AAAAAAAABNc/zEzGkzc1HSA/s320/DSC00182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160124012057669650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcw-pMCI/AAAAAAAABNk/l19PNMBCo_4/s1600-h/DSC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcw-pMCI/AAAAAAAABNk/l19PNMBCo_4/s320/DSC00183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160124012057669666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xw4Q-pL7I/AAAAAAAABMs/XSWA3ATo0fA/s1600-h/DSC00308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xw4w-pL-I/AAAAAAAABNE/IymPQ6mnC38/s320/DSC00309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160123393582378978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xw4w-pL_I/AAAAAAAABNM/5WTGuFjfQzw/s1600-h/DSC00313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xw4w-pL_I/AAAAAAAABNM/5WTGuFjfQzw/s320/DSC00313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160123393582378994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10808098-744897833752363544?l=readatpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/744897833752363544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10808098/posts/default/744897833752363544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Readpeace/~3/0_noEnFBRUg/falling-in-love.html" title="FALLING IN LOVE" /><author><name>Read@Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334742756571440932</uri><email>readalong@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04707216010822604169" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xxcg-pMAI/AAAAAAAABNU/pZe4i2Bckvs/s72-c/DSC00314.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://readatpeace.blogspot.com/2008/01/falling-in-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQXkyfip7ImA9WxRbGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10808098.post-6749640736794703849</id><published>2008-01-27T11:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:48:40.796Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T16:48:40.796Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sri Lanka" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Taprobane Island" /><title>OH ISLAND</title><content type="html">In the setting sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V74qGOf-esM/R5xvIA-pL2I/AAAAAAAABME/lCvyeb6B-U4/s1600-h/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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