Today a dream came true. To see my name in print. Well, yeah
I know, being in the newspaper and magazine industry, I have been blessed to
write under my own by-line a number of times, but today was different. ‘Cuz it
put me in a different league, a league which once seemed out of bounds. Of
being a published author.
I know, I know one chapter in a book isn’t much. But it is
still freaking fabulous. Oh, in case you didn’t know, today, ‘My Beautiful
Bahrain’, a book containing 50 pieces of fiction, poetry and personal stories
from 40 different authors, of 15
nationalities was published. All the authors ofcourse have a connection to Bahrain
and my piece was one of the pieces that made the final cut.
It has been an incredible journey and one which Robin Baratt
set in motion. It was his idea to compile such a book and all credits for all
the success belongs to him and him alone. All of us are just candles he lit
along the way, and now are shining brightly under the excitement of actually
seeing our name in print.
I first attended a Bahrain Writer’s Circle on April 2, 2011, and that too, it was an assignment from the Daily Tribune for which I was a reporter at the time. If someone told me then, that within a year’s time, I would be a published author, I would have given them the look, which meant “yeah. Ok. Riiiight.” But here we are.
I remember when he first sent us an email informing us about
the idea. I mulled over it for a while, wondering if it was actually that easy.
Easier for me than my job, easier than work. Doing something I love and about a
place that is truly my home. Over the years, I have blogged and written about
Bahrain quite a bit, but this was an opportunity that was truly fascinating and
was screaming at me saying “Grab me, Grab me! You can do it”
The spark of brilliance was first mentioned in an email
sometime in August, and by the end of October I had sent in my piece, “Growing
Up in Bahrain’. Well, ofcourse I had way too much say, but I chewed on each
idea till I had picked what I thought was important and what was not. And excited
and nervous, I sent in my piece. Honestly though, it did feel like my very
first stage performance or the very first time I spoke in front of a crowd.
Head buzzing with the thrill of achievement, a renewed self confidence that
comes from completing a goal, the nervousness of response, and the fear of
rejection.
While choosing my topic, I really didn’t have a choice. It
was clear from the start. It was like the topic picked me and not vice versa. I
was born here and grew up here, so that would be the basis. That was a foregone
conclusion right from the start. But apart from what I felt growing up, I felt
it would be incomplete if I didn’t mention why I, as an Indian, was so attached
to this place. So, my chapter is my attempt at telling the story, my story, the
story of an Indian, who was born, brought up and looking forward to living on
this island paradise.
For me, Bahrain is and always will be home. It is the land
of my childhood, the land of adulthood too in fact.
“It is where I first fell and bruised my knee, it is the
place where I first learnt my ABC.
Had my first heartbreak here, and learnt life’s lessons.
Childhood, and adolescence spent in a breeze, on this beautiful island,
Hidden away, a pearl, only known to few.
The land of my birth, the land of my dreams,
The land that has inspired many and me.
I love you Bahrain, oh I love you, thee”
Had my first heartbreak here, and learnt life’s lessons.
Childhood, and adolescence spent in a breeze, on this beautiful island,
Hidden away, a pearl, only known to few.
The land of my birth, the land of my dreams,
The land that has inspired many and me.
I love you Bahrain, oh I love you, thee”
Wow. That was a sudden stroke of imagination, not part of what I wrote for the book. And yes, that
too I owe to ‘My Beautiful Bahrain’. And thank you Bahrain Writer’s Circle, for
awakening that sleepy lazy writer hidden in all of us.
And I must say that thanks to Robin, it never felt like an
assignment. He was there, the father figure, the teacher, the mentor, who would
just gently nudge us in the right direction. He let us allow our imaginations
to flow. No pressure, No restrictions, nothing off limits pretty much. And how
fruitful that has been. The book has everything from poetry to fiction to
personal stories. An eclectic mix and a thoroughly enjoyable read.
For us contributors, it was an amazing experience. To see
our name in print and to sign copies of the book. I even got to read a passage
from the book (see video here). Tonight, we were celebrities and truly revelled in the attention
that was being showered upon us.
It was evening of celebration. Of smiles and cheers and
applause. Of congratulations and pride. Of achievement and a sense of
satisfaction. Reaffirming faith in ourselves and igniting the passion for
writing to last a lifetime. I think that’s the thing about achieving dreams, it
becomes an addiction. Each dream arouses you to such an extent that you are
driven to make the next dream come true.
And for me personally, what this evening did, was to make me
believe that one day, I too can have a book, where mine shall be the only name
on the cover! It may take a while, a few years maybe, but I now know that it
will be done. About what, how, where or when, I am not sure. But sure as the
fact that ‘My Beautiful Bahrain’ is now a brilliant paperback I am holding in
my hand, it will happen someday.
And dearest Robin, you shall always be there, through it
all, because all this would have been nothing but a pipe dream if not for you.
Thank you is too small a word to express what the other contributors and I
feel, but for now, that is all we have to offer.