My last entry was my second attempt at writing short stories. It didn't come out that well, but I managed to get rid of the flowery stuff that I had in my first attempt.

But seriously what is the hallmark of a good writing? How should the author compose his/her thoughts to form the underlying structure of a beautiful story?

It is essential to achieve mastery over one's thought and marshalling them in a way a General marches his army. It is essential to allow words to 'flow' – in a certain sense of the word. But before anything else, the author must – must – spend countless hours nursing and brooding and suffering the central idea that underlies a story.

It is imperative to stay pregnant with these ideas and thoughts, letting them swell with the juices of your emotions. And when it is time, the author would know. To contain and nurse ideas in the depth of heart is the precursor of a great work of art.

A work of art, regardless of its stature in the annals of human history, can never be 'created'.

They just happen. They grate on the consciousness. They make you sleepless. And then they happen. To people who are extremely sensitive to their surroundings, and feel disturbed by their sensitivity.

Out of this disturbance, arises the conflict, the drive to understand, and resolve. Some leave mid-way frustrated by the apparent lack of progress. Some are not equipped well enough to express that conflict, so they chose to remain a mute spectator of the drama that unfolds before them, appreciating the works of others, and finding resonance in them.

I was reading some collection of essays on socio-political topics by Arundhati Ray couple of weeks ago. She is such an accomplished writer that the distance between her thoughts and the words she chose to use was astoundingly minimal. She is one case in point. Spending her time and effort for the cause of homeless – what is the word that she uses to describes these tribe of men? – PAPs?, yeah, that's the word – PAP which means “Project Affected Persons”, she has responded to that “sensitivity” that troubles men and conscience.