I'm
working on a dream project, something I've always only dreamt of.
The one assignment where word limits don't matter. The one story
that lets me go on and on. Muzamil may not be the greatest instructor we've had so far, but there's no denying his genius.
For
everyone wondering why he's such a big deal, he's one of the greatest
journalists to come out of Kashmir, he's accessible in the Express Building and is pushing us to produce a 3000-word story on a subject of our
choosing. I submitted my first draft yesterday and he replied at 2.39
am, why he was awake at that time I don't know, but he replied.
Great first draft. You are a writer and trust me I have seen it already. Now think. you can polish your intro and turn it into something amazing. Please rewrite and rewrite and let me see your second draft before we meet on wednesday. Muzamil
I ought to frame it but I'm saving it for the times when I lose faith in myself and need picking up. This is the most important sign that I'm on the right track. I'm going to read this and kick my depressed self whenever required from now on. For all those still wondering why Muzamil Jaleel is a big deal, here you go -
http://www.mukto-mona.com/human_rights/my_lost_country.htm http://www.antiwar.com/engelhardt/?articleid=4818
No comments:
Post a Comment
open your flaps