How come you people write so well??

I also think in that way. How do some of these people write so well? I also admire them...I wish I could describe some interesting stuffs vividly. I tried to write a story so many times, but I always stuck on the second paragraph. I think so many things matter in this regard.

Sna, The question you are asking is not new. I have asked it. Perhaps anyone who has written has asked the same questions you are asking. And there are tons of people who have written about the questions you are asking: Start from this link: http://www.scifidimensions.com... Truthfully, nobody can really teach you how to write. These are only guidelines, suggestions and tricks of the trade to help a fledgling author over a few of the humps we have all battled. Godspeed, and good luck. RULE #1 - WRITE! All the time, everywhere. Make the time. Cancel dates, forget TV, pass-by books and hot sex with the twins down the hallway. A writer writes. If you're not totally committed to Rule #1, then don't bother reading any further and please pass this on to a friend who really wants to become an author. RULE #2 - WRITE IN YOUR OWN VOICE Sounds silly, I know, but writing is one art form where it is generally best to shoot from the heart. Nothing fancy. Don't wax didactic with palliardic xenophobes, if this is not how you normally talk (or even if you do). And don't try to write up to the reader, or down to him either. One will only make you a fool, the other - pompous. Neither will get you sold. It also wastes a lot of energy you'll need for other things. The idea is really very simple. If you can tell an interesting story, then you can write an interesting story. However, if your friends hate the way you meander through a joke, or the plethora of unnecessary details you added to that fishing trip tale, then these are major danger points to watch out for. Just be yourself. If you have something to say, eventually it will come out.

I think writing comes with little bit effort. Read stories, poems, novels and that will inspire u to think. As u think, try to write it down in piece of paper. Go over that written material after few days and see how it sounds to u. Some peopl are just better with the words as others are with paint and brush or math problems. If u want to write, just be open with it. Have pen and paper ready....storms of words can reach to u anytime....just surf the storms as surfers ride the tides.....

It was back in 4/5 years ago, when sajha was with full of writers like Sandhurst Lahure, Capatain haddock, Nirman, Punte, Jira, Ambition, Sitara, Scarlett and Birkhe_Maila . Oh man! those were the days. Aajkal ta sabai aa-aafno phuchha phuchhi harulai soccer class Laijadi Phursad Chaina hola, Bichara!! Last edited: 29-Oct-10 05:44 PM

I do write sometimes here in Sajha. People might have different references and experiences when it comes to public writing. From my own experience, it doesn't get good overnight. Trust me. I had scratched almost hundred, if not less, poems before I posted my first one. Technically, it's difficult for us (me!) to write fluently and elegantly in English and the question is obviated. English is just an another language while, to me, Nepali is a culture. I often face this question from my american friends. " Do you dream in English or Nepali?" I think this is where the core of your question lies. Have a Halloween Weekend guys..

Interesting thread, and quite often I have struggled to find an answer to this question. Lately, after numerous reads, I have come to realize that there are only few factors that determine one as a good writer. Although I agree that it requires an above average skill to be a good writer, but believe me, it is not a rocket science. Here are few factors that affect writing as I have come to discover: 1. Observation - Every piece of writing depends on how observant one is, observation is also synonymous to wisdom, the degree of knowledge one posesses and how specific details one can provide. For example, this is how an ordinary writer writes: I rode my motorcycle to Jawalakhel this morning, it was cold As compared to a seasoned writer who narrates: I accelerated my newly purchased Kawasaki against the autumn breeze which increasingly became cold as I rode towards Jawalakhel. 2. Humor and articulation - If you are reticent in reality, you often miss out on humor you could have created (although I have come across people who seem tacit at times yet come out with good one-liners and repartees). An example of an ordinary humor - She farted so loud everyone started laughing. An example of a humorous narration - Thanks to the spicy asian food, her bile juices churned up the tikka masala emanating a pungent smell out of her rear orifice to everyone's agony. 3. Verbiage and vocabulary - If you are not good with synonyms, don't even bother writing and if you are extremely good with it, use it appropriately. For example - A two year old yelled at his sister 'You are incorrigible'. It makes very little sense that a two year old would muster enough knowledge to use the world incorrigible. Another example - I was so irritated by my neighbor singing loud, I almost called up cops against I was debating with my wisdom to dial 911 after having been tormented by my neighbor's out of sync melodies. There might be more factors that enhance good writing, but this is what I came up with at the moment, but then again, what do I know?

Uranus, Apparantly you know quite a lot. No sarcasm here. Seriously, why don't you put your knowledge togethor and write a few stories and post it in sajha. Let me start you off: Everything had been going great at my best friends birthday untill my date started to have severe stomach issues. Thanks to the spicy asian food, her bile juices churned up the tikka masala emanating a pungent smell out of her rear orifice to everyone's agony. Here I had brought this model to the party, and right in front of all of my friends, she let out one so loud it would have put some of the dirtiest Vikram tempo's in Kathmandu to shame. A ten year old at the party had looked at my model date and yelled, "You are incorrigible!" That was enough for me. I hurriedly mumbled an excuse and ushered Ms Model to my Kawasaki parked outside. I accelerated my newly purchased Kawasaki against the autumn breeze which increasingly became cold as I rode towards Jawalakhel. Last edited: 29-Oct-10 07:52 PM Last edited: 29-Oct-10 08:12 PM

DV, F1, H1, Green Card, Citizenship etc kina khali Nepali haru ko conversation ma ekdam big issue huncha? does that really matter? eeeeh DV parera ako? Green card cha ki chaina? status k ho?yo manche lai chine pachi aune kura haina, yo aucha surumai. ani riss uuthda eeh ta dv parera aako, gas station ma kam garne? I see why aja ko Nepal yesto cha, samaya agadi gaye pani sankuchit soach bhayeka manis haru dherai chan. :) aba yo kura ma kasai sanga fight garne soach liyera reply gareko haina, yo kura sunne lai sunn ko mala, bhanne lai dhann ko mala, yo kura(katha) baikuntha jala, bhanne belama turunta mukhaima aaijala. Some people are gifted, they just write. I also admire them. some writers here in sajha are also wonderful. :)

very nice thread because I love to read and write. @ sna I totally agree with Homeyji "Just be yourself. If you have something to say, eventually it will come out." I try to write once in a while and have posted few of them in sajha as well. I know that my grammar is not that good in both Nepali and English but I manage to write and let my heart out. Yes I am right I write what my heart says while writing I don't care about sentence structures, mechanics, vocabulary nothing at all I just write what comes out of my heart at the moment. Then after the first draft I try my best to perfect all other thing. I believe that no word speaks better than what comes out of your heart. This is just my personal view it might not apply to all. For that matter I would like to recite one Nepali poem here (I don't know who wrote it. I read it somewhere a long time back) "कवि कविता होश कविता कवी होश अनि पो कविता हुन्छ शब्द थुपार्दै मा (भुत्रो) हुन्छ भाव भएपो हुन्छ" I always envy those who can write well . I wish that I had such skill but skill comes with lots and lots of writing. At last practice makes a man perfect so keep on reading and writing a lot........ Good luck sna hope to read one of your very soon

I have no rules.... just write whatever i feel like writing.... my posts does not gets many comment but that does not stops me writing.... i write what i feel like writing and how i feel like writing....

@ sna, - what R U working on ... ?? Is a sneak-peak possible .... ?? - maybe i could also learn a thing or 2 ... - to get better @ something ... takes sweat & pain ... nothing comes easy ... - work @ it day & night ... - looking forward 2 U'R piece .... surprise US all ... C'mon Man ... U can do it ...

Babal khate jyu, I tried posting a thread here last month, a futile and shameless attempt to promote myself, but no one cared about it since it seems that most sajhaite prefer reading the threads only when it is posted by someone familiar. Although my effort was highly mediocre, I still thought it was worth sharing, so here it is once again: EMPIRE STATE OF TEEJ ‘S#*t, I am already late’ Jini Baral mumbled under her breath as she looked for her keys that seemed to be lost inside her imitation Louis Vuitton purse. It was already dark and she was expected to reach Flushing few hours ago. It was her first Teej, and she had planned to make the best out of it, only that she did not know how. But her friends, who celebrated the festival with utmost alacrity, even though some were not married, would help her get past the ritual. Jini was an attractive 27 year old living her New York dream – in a way students on a visa do. Attending a cheap community college with an unidentified major to maintain her immigrant status and a pizza joint that employed her illegally seemed to be just enough for her stay in America. She had married her two-year-relationship-old boyfriend who worked in a Dunkin’ Donuts in mid-town Manhattan. Sunny Basnet, Jini’s husband was a business major at CUNY. It had already been six years, and he still had few credits remaining. Over the years he had somehow lost his GPAs over video games, basketball practices, Abercrombie and Fitch T-Shirts and alcohol fueled guitar nights. Surprisingly, he still aspired to make it to Wall Street upon graduation. More surprisingly, Jini believed him. “I saw George Clooney and Avril Lavigne today”, he would tell Jini sometimes over dinner they seldom ate together. “If I only see Bloomberg in my store someday, my life’s gonna change.” Sunny sincerely believed that the mayor of New York city was in some sort of manhunt to find a suitable candidate who’d assist him run his office. And as expected, Jini believed it too. They both were a popular couple among Nepalese community in Queens who participated eagerly in every get-togethers, potlucks, concerts and soccer games. One of the reasons behind their popularity was their names which rhymed together so well, it would put a two year old to smile. Jini-Sunny was a marriage made in heaven, and no one questioned the wisdom of their parents to bequeath them with names that barely made sense. Jini looked at herself in the mirror. She had just taken a quick shower; it was her first this week. The smell of pizza had gone finally gone away. Most of the times she would spray Calgon all over and chew a gum – a perfect remedy against any malodor for busy individuals surviving a New York minute. Wearing a Saree had been a struggle, but she somehow overcame the challenge after forty-five minutes. She looked pretty, draped in crimson fabric, lips painted red and adorned with gold jewelries she had never worn until now. Carefully, she then placed ‘tilhari’ ( a meter long necklace weaved out of green beads fastened to a piece of gold in the middle), diagonally across her torso. She examined herself once again. ‘Perfect’ she said aloud, she was ready for Teej. Sunny had already arrived while she was in the shower, and had sunk himself in the couch, hydrating himself with a Corona and watching Yankees and Rays battle at Tampa Bay. “Ready?” Jini grabbed her Beige leather purse which had COACH written all over it. This was an original one, Sunny had brought it one night as a surprise gift. He had had a successful week then, his boss was visiting Bangladesh and he would secretly find a way of rewarding himself with an extra fifty dollars everyday. Of course he wouldn’t disclose it to anyone, not even Jini. Women, he knew, would surprisingly become ethical during arguments. 7 train arrived at its own sluggish pace to Jini’s agony. She stifled profanities many a times looking at the rail tracks. She swore a lot, and dropped F-bombs frequently. For some reason she believed that swearing made her sound more urban, or rather more American. Other than that she struggled with both speaking and writing English except ‘Hi this is Nino’s pizza, how may I help you’ and ‘Would you like to hear our today’s special sir’. "Christina must have already opened the wine bottle, I am so F#$king late.” Jini mumbled looking through the train’s window, the train had just crept past Junction Boulevard. “Why do you care, it is Teej, you are not supposed to drink, infact you are supposed to fast all day.” Sunny responded, gradually becoming testy towards her anxiety. It took Jini by surprise. “I almost forgot, thanks for reminding me, your mom would have killed me otherwise”. She looked outside the window again, the train was now accelerating. Then as if she suddenly remembered something, she grabbed Sunny’s arm and almost screamed. "We are so F#$ked”. “What happened?” Sunny looked surprised. “You forgot your DSLR a#$hole” and started sobbing; her face covered. The passengers who were looking at her ruddy attire over sometime, suddenly looked away, a little embarrassed, half unsure what had transpired over the minute. Jini stormed out of the train as it stopped at 111 street; cursing inaudibly and heading towards the turnstile to return to Sunnyside. Sunny ran behind her. “Jini wait, what happened, there are many people there with cameras, what is a f$*king big deal about it” “They only have a regular digital camera you jerk”, Jini snarled, “How am I supposed to upload my photos in Facebook taken with point and shoot?” Last edited: 30-Oct-10 10:56 AM

a nice one uranus.... sna.....eager to read urs....

I'm amazed to see some of "spam" posts here in such interesting and motivating thread!!! Anyway, very few of us know the gravity of issue. Nice to begin with.... See, I too wonder how patience... tranquil....meticulous and thoughtful people become when they onset composing fictions and articles (especially subjective ones). Well, professionally I'm supposed to write a lot, but my writings are only objective. I feel very hard to express myself in my writings :D I mean, I can't write what I feel and what I think. I can write what I see and what others say... what others do. Though I read feature articles and columns regularly, I don't feel like writing my own views rather I'm comfortable to be objective and dedicate my writings for others and like to pick simple words.

Uranus, Loved the piece. Keep it coming. But next please put in in the literature section of sajha. That is where I check for new stories.

Reading all kinds of books and magazines regularly and writing sth frequently will ultimately lead to a good piece of writing. Other factors vary individual to individual.