The author in me?!?!

One of the different things I have tried and only known to a couple of people is writing a novel! Yes, around the same time last year, I was busy thinking about the characters, the story and the suspense.....
Why I chose to write a novel? Well I try things which can get me popular don't I? Novels are an easy way to shoot into fame, not only in college but whole India maybe. And as I was preparing for CAT, I thought this thing will help me with my verbal preparation. And I wanted to achieve something before my teenage ended (by May that is). But only when I started writing I realized how tough it is to get one page written properly. It easily took one hour at least and one full afternoon of thinking about the story to write a single page! This given the fact that I choose to write on college life (thats obvious! everyone tries to emulate Chetan Bhagat!) But I had a different theme to write about and must say I did a lot of research for some 10 days during the winter holidays on this subject. One of the things that encouraged me was that Dad was ready to sponsor Rs.50000 to publish the novel if I complete it. The enthusiasm remained throughout the holidays. I even registered an email id in the name of the novel for getting comments later(the name wont be revealed here!). But when I reached college, I couldn't find time to write and over the days I just gave up :( I must thank my roomie here for readily accepting to spare his laptop for this purpose. When I read the pages today, I do feel nostalgic about the whole thing. Rest assured I will complete the novel someday!!!! Here is a peak into one of the pages, in fact the prologue........ (my language had many errors!)

Silence gripped the courtroom as the Judge entered. Not a seat was left vacant in the audience. A group of lawyers were seated like in a round table conference. And all eyes were fixed on the young boy of about twenty, standing in the witness’s box. His face looked pale and lifeless. Only a blind person could have missed his overgrown beard. He was thin, fair, wore simple formals and there was no shine left in his eyes.

“Good evening, My Lord!” the prosecutor stood up. “I have been appointed by the state to be the prosecutor in this case. As we all know, this case has been the center of media attention recently and I hope everyone here realizes the importance the judgment of this case has in warning all others who dare attempt such a cruel crime in future...”

The young boy was not listening. His mind was preoccupied with something else. What have I got myself into? He saw the anxious faces of his parents in the first row of the audience. He could sense moisture in their eyes. Sorry dad! Sorry mom! And there she was, seated in the bench adjacent to that of his parents. The young girl, dressed elegantly as if she was attending a party, had a curious and innocent face. Bitch! It’s all because of you!

“My Lord!” the prosecutor continued, “here we have on the witness box, a boy who is a disgrace to the student community. Not only has he broken the bond of friendship but he has also demeaned the womanhood totally in a society that is fighting hard for their empowerment. This boy, Your Honor, is accused with charges of raping a student of his college….”

Silence prevailed…