Question

1. As a novelist and storyteller, I have always drawn upon my memories places that I have known
and lived in over the years. More than most writers, perhaps, I find myself drawing inspiration
from the past - my childhood, adolescence, youth, early manhood But to talk of my
early inspiration I must go back to my very beginnings, to the then small princely state of
Jamnagar, tucked away in the Gulf of Kutch. Here father started a small palace school for the
princesses. I was there at the age of six, and I still treasure vivid memories of Jamnagar's beautiful
palaces and sandy beaches.
2.Some of these landmarks are preserved for me in photographs taken my father, which I have to this
day. An old palace with pretty window of coloured glass remained fixed in my memory and many
years 1 gave me the story, "The Room of Many Colours", which also inspired episode in a TV serial
called Ek Tha Rusty. I spent a memorable year and a half with him in New Delhi, then still a very
new city -just the capital area designed by Edwin Lutyens and Connaught Place, with its gleaming
new shops and restaurants and cinemas. I saw Laurel and Hardy films and devoured milkshakes at
the Milk Bar, even as the Quit India Movement gathered momentum.
3.When I was seventeen, I was shipped off to the UK to "better my prospects" as my mother put it.
Out of a longing for India and the friends I had made in Dehra came my first novel -The Room on
the Roof featuring the life and loves of Rusty, my alter ego. In the 1950s everyone travelled by sea,
as air services were still in their infancy, A passenger liner took about three weeks from
Southampton to Bombay now Mumbai). After docking in Bombay, I took a train to Dehra, where I
stepped onto the platform of the small railway station and embarked on the hazardous journey of a
freelance writer. Railway stations! "Trains platforms'! I knew as long as these were there I would
never run out of stories.
I also looked for inspiration in tombs and monuments and the over-expanding city, but did not
find it, and my productivity dropped. Escape from Delhi had become a priority for me. I felt
drawn to the hills above Dehra. On the outskirts of mussoorie i found a small collage surrounded
by oak and maple trees where the rent, thankfully, was nominal
5. I'm of the opinion that every writer needs a window. Preferably two. Is the house, the room, the
situations important for a writer? A good wordsmith should be able to work anywhere. But to me,
the room you live in day after day is all-important. The stories and the poems float in through my
window, float in from the magic mountains, and the words appear on the page without much
effort on my part. Planet Earth belongs to me. And at night, the stars are almost within reach.
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Karna kya h batayy to sahi