In Conversation with Mit Sagar

Mit Sagar

About Mit Sagar

Meet Mit.

He is a writer, which is a rather respectable way of saying he spends an alarming amount of time inside his own head. Originally from Gujarat, he is in love with books, stories, coffee, and the deeply questionable belief that wandering around a city might somehow help him understand life.

He reads too much, thinks even more, and has a particular talent for turning perfectly ordinary situations into existential questions. He is curious about people. About their lives, their strange little habits, the things they remember, and the stories they carry around without ever realising they’re stories. He also occasionally makes terrible decisions. But, in his defence, they usually make good stories later.

So this is Mit.

LiFT: Tell us about the theme of the anthology and how did you get to know about it?

Mit Sagar: I will let you in on a little secret: I did it for the interview you are currently reading. Always wanted to be interviewed, and not being an F1 driver, it can be quite hard. IYKYK, and how did I get to know about it? Well, I emailed them about when the next anthology is coming out, so I can be interviewed.

LiFT: What inspired you to write for this particular anthology?

Mit Sagar: It’s experimentation. I wrote the short story based on the title I selected and made the whole story around it. If you know the title, it was a thought after my family, and I had completed dinner. The publication house has a good name, and I thought, why not go ahead and publish it for the wacky idea.

LiFT: Where do you see yourself ten years down the line in the world of literature?

Mit Sagar: Well, to be honest, I would see myself as a teacher. Teaching, well, Creative Writing to a bit few who are passionate about the whole thing. To help them find their craft and voice, so they can be equally confused as myself. And if I can make a dozen people, scratching their hair over the third stories they are writing in a week, hunched on a desk, confused about everything in the world and especially about themselves, well then, I guess I have done well.

LiFT: What do you do apart from writing?

Mit Sagar: I am kinda a bore, maybe a kid in an adult body, but again, an old man sometimes. I love walks in the parks and people-watching, not in a creepy way though, and conversations with random people (love to make a character outta them). It’s not stealing, right? I am a big moviegoer, and drinking, yes, drinking, well, if you ask some of my friends, they might have a few stories to tell about the weekends.

LiFT: What if your readers demanded that you convert your short story into a full-fledged novel? Would you do that?

Mit Sagar: Not a novel, I would say, but a novella would be a great project. This particular story would be a trash novel unless I add some science fiction stuff to it, but then again, on second thought, it would still be garbage. I personally wouldn’t read it garbage, but I would love to experiment with it, though. What are writers if we don’t have a few bad books to our names?

LiFT: Are you working on your own book? If yes, please tell us something about it.

Mit Sagar: I am, but, ssssssssssssssssh, that’s a secret.

LiFT: What are your suggestions to the budding writers/poets so that they could improve their writing skills?

Mit Sagar: Orwell once said, “Read, read, read, and then write.” I believe that is the precise suggestion to everyone who wants to be a writer. Write as much as you can, explore, eat at the restaurant, and paint a scene on paper. Go and talk to a person with a stupid question and do it for a story. Make a mess of things, and that’s your plot. Experiment with everything; that’s your structure. But make sure you do it with passion, wonder, and a lot, a hella lot of patience.

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