"You have been taking so many stories from this world. Isn't it time you gave back some to the world as well?"
I pleaded, "I would, my Lord. Indeed I would. If but I had the talent with words."
"All those wisecracks and retorts that you throw away on many a casual occasion without a thought - is that not a way with words?"
"But my Lord, even if I were to write, who would read?"
The buffalo reared on his hind legs and took on a preacher's pose. "To work you have the right, my son, but not to the fruits thereof." Then he mooed long and deep for no conch shell he had. With that he disappeared and I woke up from my sleep.
Thus having received the word of the Lord, I started a blog in 2008. And on the blog I wrote, I wrote and I wrote. Incessantly I wrote. I wrote humorous narrations of incidents from my life. I shared my views on various topics. I wrote stories; I wrote poetry. I wrote satires and parodies; I wrote tales, fantastical and fanciful, of sense and of nonsense.
I was settling into a rhythm of work, life and blog when again Lord Buffalo appeared in my dreams.
"What did I tell you to do and what are you doing, my bull calf?"
"I am only doing as you advised me, oh Lord. I have been writing all this while."
"But is this what I asked you to write?"
"How does that matter, oh God? Am I not writing?"
"You are, my son. But then a dog is a dog is a dog. And a blog is a blog is a blog. No buffalo should be out on a plain and no story out on a blog. A shed is the right place for a buffalo and a book the right place for a story. That is where stories you must write." Thus saying once again he disappeared."
So from then on I devoted myself diligently to get my stories into books. The doors of many an anthology I went knocking. But just four were the ones that were opened unto me in the four years. Dejected and despondent, I sat brooding and dozed away. I was woken up by the feel of something sharp against my posterior. It was Lord Buffalo. Brandishing his horns at me.
As soon as I saw him I protested volubly. "No, my Lord. This is not fair. This is just not fair. I have been trying so hard to heed your words. But I have only met with failure at every turn. I am giving up, oh Lord."
"What exactly did you do, my little bull calf?"
I poured out entire tale of woe. Of all the anthologies I had gone seeking. Of all the rich and the famous authors' favors I had tried to win in vain. Of all those wasted words that went unread.
He listened patiently and then turned his rear end towards me. He let drop a load of dung on to the plain. And then disappeared without a trace. Ever since I have stopped pursuing anthologies and instead been working on not one but two novels of my own.
So that's my story. This site is the repository that will hold all my works - those that I wrote on my blog, those that I wrote for anthologies and information pertaining to the novels that I am currently writing . The labels on the top will help you locate whichever of these you fancy.
And as for me, I am a 35 year old human male living in the Southern part of India. Karthik L is the name given to me at birth and T F Carthick the one given at the time of birth as a writer. When I am not writing, I work at a management consultant firm to earn my daily fodder. I happen to hold educational degrees from the very same engineering and management institutes which have produced three of the most widely read authors of India in the present times. I would however leave it to the reader's imagination how education in technology or management may have contributed to storytelling abilities.