Preface
After
innumerable deliberations I have hit the spot. For long I have been searching
for a proper form to express things that people express, till at last… Much
speech is wasted on unimaginative listeners. Much is said and remains unheard.
And much disaster is brought by unimaginative talkers. There are points to
counter points and yet no score at the pause. Silence, laughter and smiles keep
the oral tissues busy while language of all languages, speech is the chief
element of our communications.
I have chosen
this form of prose in my compositions for various reasons. Firstly, the
individuality of the speakers should not be compromised. Each one is a dynamic
personality having one’s own mind. The scrap of dialogue produced by the
friction of two totally different psychical phenomena ignites a rare spark
which can illuminate us. But our attention is flighty and we are left with
several possible interpretations. Nothing happens to last. Something is
happening. Every word is disclosing – what the narrator can never tell. So down
with the imposter; chuck out the narrative.
On the other end
of the line of letters is dramatic form. So much more than speech happens every
second. An observer can record or a performer can imitate an event. But events
are a big deal. These chaps are just talking. They are driven by an urgent need
to be heard. So I shed little light on the drama. I have observed a blackout
for concentration.
Between the two
extremes of prose style, narrative fiction and drama, the following prose sequence
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