Life as you want it Sunday, Apr 30 2006 

“When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true”, said Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist. But I feel that’s only a part of the story, if at all. I’m sure I speak for most people (if not all) when I say that there is hardly a day that goes by without a sense of ‘want’ that tags along. It’s almost as if the day mandates the want(s). The nature of the want, in most cases, is highly specific to the events of the day. But I must add that although transient, the importance of the want, in that very moment, should not be undermined. That want, in that moment to that person might be that one thing the person desires the most. After all, how many of us have or have had wants which have successfully sustained the test of time?

That is as far as the first part goes. About the second, I can quote more instances where the universe (at least the immediate universe) conspires that the wish does not come true. Also, on another front, I feel that if you really want something to happen and you have done something substantial in that regard, then you (should) know when to let go. There should be a point, that particular threshold when you know you have done enough and anything beyond that point is worthless and more often than not, results in the want not being fulfilled. No, I’m not advocating a laid-back attitude to everything. Rather, I feel that when you really want something to happen, it usually happens against all odds. Maybe it has something to do with Murphy’s Law.

I’m not, by any means, undermining the quality of the book. I love it; it’s a dream come true for the eternal optimist (quite literally!). The style of writing is impeccable and some of the thoughts, like, "simple things are the most valuable and only wise people appreciate them", may sound like mundane oversimplification of age-old philosophy and mysticism, but mostly overlooked or under-thought by most people. What concerns me is whether there comes a point while following your dream/want, beyond which it becomes too much. If yes, then how much is too much?

Is there a way to know when you’ve done all you can and now it’s just a matter of the annoying waiting game? I feel that it differs between people as well as the context. Yes people are different. Many won’t even subscribe to the idea itself that there comes a point when your innate ability to control your life is suspended for a while [1]. But amongst the people who do, is there a consensus on where to let go. I guess not (though I'm not sure). That is what makes it special, unpredictable. That is what makes it tick, makes you win some and lose some. I hate to speculate without reason. But for me, I feel that there is no hard and fast rule about when to quit, letting go. It comes with the context, and knowledge, and being there, involved, in the moment, feeling it as it dawns on you. You just know that it’s time, but you can’t quite explain. Call it the idiosyncrasy of a student. It may well be. But still, I think, it’s deeper than that.

[1] I know it is in direct contradiction to Coelho and the old king when he says that the greatest lie in the world is that at some point, we lose the ability to control our lives, and become the pawns of fate. But is that not a matter of desperation on our part that makes us want to believe the old king. I have often wondered, if that is what makes this book special; if that is what was on Coelho’s mind when he wrote the book. If he played on the oft proven fact that tell people what they want to hear, and you will never hear them saying anything you don’t want to.

How Kaavya Viswanathan wrote a book, ‘internalized’ McCafferty’s idea and got busted Thursday, Apr 27 2006 

KaavyaBorn in Chennai, India and raised in Scotland before her parents migrated to North America – This is the story of a 19 year old Non Resident Indian (NRI) Harvard sophomore called Kaavya Viswanathan. The teenager shot to fame in the ‘chick lit’ world when she was paid $500,000 for a two-book contract with the publishers Little, Brown. Following that, she reportedly got a movie deal from Dreamworks in California. The first of the two books, titled How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life, hit the stands recently.

Now for the interesting bit. On April 21, 2006, The Harvard Crimson, Harvard’s own news publication reported striking similarities in the novel to two of Megan McCafferty’s best-selling novels (2001), Sloppy Firsts (2001) and Second Helpings (2003), published by Crown, a division of Random House (and I thought Sean Preston Federline was an amusing name!).

Consider this for similarity – On page 6 of McCafferty’s first novel, she writes: “Sabrina was the brainy Angel. Yet another example of how every girl had to be one or the other: Pretty or smart. Guess which one I got. You’ll see where it’s gotten me.”

Page 39 of Kaavya’s novel reads, “Moneypenny was the brainy female character. Yet another example of how every girl had to be one or the other: smart or pretty. I had long resigned myself to category one, and as long as it got me to Harvard, I was happy. Except, it hadn’t gotten me to Harvard. Clearly, it was time to switch to category two.”

Another striking example – At some point in the first novel, McCafferty writes: "Though I used to see him sometimes at Hope's house, Marcus and I had never, ever acknowledged each other's existence before. So I froze, not knowing whether I should (a) laugh (b) say something (c) ignore him and keep on walking."I chose a brilliant combo of (a) and (b)."

"'Uh, yeah. Ha. Ha. Ha.' I turned around and saw that Marcus was smiling at me."

Kaavya’s main character, Opal, bumps into her love interest, Sean Whalen, and the two spy on one of the school’s popular girls. Kaavya writes: "Though I had been to school with him for the last three years, Sean Whalen and I had never acknowledged each other's existence before. I froze, unsure of (a) what he was talking about and (b) what I was supposed to do about it. I stared at him." 'Flat irons,' he said. 'At least seven flat irons for that hair.

''Ha, yeah. Uh, ha. Ha.' I looked at the floor and managed a pathetic combination of laughter and monosyllables, then remembered that the object of our mockery was his former best friend. "I looked up and saw that Sean was grinning."

In the first statement regarding Viswanathan, who is majoring in English, Robert Mitchell, director of communications for Harvard's Faculty of Arts and Sciences, told The New York Times on Tuesday: 'Our policies apply to work submitted to courses. Nevertheless, we expect Harvard students to conduct themselves with integrity and honesty at all times.' How lame is that? Does that serve a purpose? He is actually contradicting himself.

Further ‘information gathering’, as Mitchell calls it, and not ‘investigation’ as Bloomberg reported, revealed that there are at least 29 such instances of similarities between the novels. How dumb can one be? And it really beats me to imagine how on earth she made it to Harvard. Apparently she is majoring in English Literature. Talk about living an ironic life!

Only time will tell what happens of her and her chick-lit career. As of now, the publication houses are negotiating the issue since this has hit McCafferty hard. As they say, no news is bad news! The controversy is apparently helping sales of the book, the Globe discovered. On Monday it was ranked 178 on Amazon.com; on Wednesday it was 68. It has reportedly sold about 5,000 copies across the United States. The plagiarism, if I may call it, has devastated McCafferty. Reportedly, she is 'not sleeping, not eating.'

Things are not smooth for Kaavya as well. She has taken a few days off from Harvard after making a brief appearance on the NBC television channel's popular Today show, telling its hosts: 'When I was writing, I genuinely believed each word was my own.' (Yeah right! And we were just born yesterday!). You made it to Harvard. That in itself should warrant a better excuse. Ay! Ay! Ay! The shame it brings on the hallowed name. No wonder the publishers of McCafferty’s novels slammed her lame apology. But I’m not complaining. It just goes on to strengthen my innate belief that humankind never ceases to amaze!

Spare me the pleasantries Wednesday, Apr 26 2006 

It is true that I'm new to the world of 'blogging', but I'm not actually new. I've enjoyed reading blogs all this while and was never inclined toward having a blog of my own. I don't really know what compelled me to take this step, but then, how does that matter? It could be boredom, frustration, genuine interest, 'peer pressure', a need to 'express myself', recent happenings in my life or a mixture of all of them. But now that I do feel like writing, I don't want to dwell on why I feel like writing now.

I don't really know what this blog is going to be about. For now, I'll say it's about nothing. I say nothing because it's too broad a subject to be described in words and too narrow to be termed as 'anything'/'everything'. If you are wondering why point blank, you have company! It should be because (a) I am fascinated by the term, (b) characterized by disconcerting directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion and/or (c) it is in a direct and unequivocal manner.

That was my version of breaking the ice. With who, I do not know; maybe myself I guess. Anyway, now that I'm done with it, I will look forward to posting something worthwhile next time. Hopefully, next time will be sometime soon.