The Making of a Wog Writer

I desire to be a Writer…alas, I am a wog, and with writing, I am ashamed, offended; I sometimes feel that I can’t reveal my true self… There are many writers of Indian origin whose parents were indentured in the Colonies where the Sun never used to Set. I don’t have a colonial pedigree of English. My English is purely Indian and non-native. Will that be a disadvantage for my writing, I don’t know! It is said that travel enhances a writer’s instinct. A writer has to taste, smell, feel and touch people, places and cultures. I long to travel but I can’t! I pride myself in being a WOG ( an offensive term for a nonwhite). I write in Wog-English. I do not have a decolonized migrant experience which Indian writers like Rushdie have. Once a white woman, (a good natured, pleasant soul) offered me the money to sponsor my trip to the UK. She was the only soul apart from a Filipino woman who recognized that I could write. I was outright denied visa by a prejudiced white at the UK consulate. He gave me a curt reply (Good Day). He portrayed me as a bastard of the land where the Sun used to never set. Why? I am not a terrorist! Why was so he so adamantly arrogant? I have very few likes and my books that have been sold are sparse. Does that spoil my determination to be Writer? No, never at all! I don’t aspire for commercial success. As a writer, I am not committed to either myself or to others. I am a free-bird of writing.

Author: psiberite

I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the made pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist.

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