“Oh, my god! You’re punching me” – an adventure in comic book writing in India

This is a repost from my “Nine Panel Grid” column at Comics Waiting Room and was written in 2008. So all temporal references relative to the original date of publication.

I did something yesterday that I thought I’ll never do in my life. I told a publisher to basically (and very politely) “shove it”. Of course I ended the mail wishing them luck with their line (and I really, most sincerely do), but all in all this has been a pretty surreal experience for me.

Towards the end of 2008, I was contacted by the publisher to see if I was interested in doing a full length OGN based on Indian mythology. I was just coming off of India Authentic from Virgin Comics (now reborn as Liquid Comics) and the sudden winding down of their comic book line had left me with a few stories I wanted to do (with all the research done and plots ready) with no one to publish them. I thought this was a golden opportunity to do one of those on a bigger canvas so to speak (India Authentic was 22 page one-shots). We had the honeymoon phase where I explained the way I wished to write the particular story, a tale from Mahabharata about a young warrior who knew nothing but war. The editor-in-chief was enthusiastic about it and once my detailed page by page breakdown was approved, we got down to contractual details. I must say of all the Indian comic book publishers (Virgin excluded) I’ve had dealings with so far, they were the most open and prompt in taking care of the paperwork. Let me give credit where it’s due. The contract was standard boiler-plate “I’m signing my firstborn over to you” work-for-hire one (since the character was public domain and not one I created, I accepted it) and we got it off the plate in quick time. We created a schedule and an editor was assigned. The usual pleasantries were exchanged.

Then the first tragedy struck. I fell down the stairs in my home and ended up spraining my wrist. This put us off the schedule by a couple of weeks for the script. I managed to get the script first draft out to them within the revised deadline and moved on, waiting for the redline to arrive.

That is the funniest part. The redline never came. I got one note from the editor saying she was going through the script and then she sent me a mail saying that I should “rework” the script. As the editors who I have had the good fortune of working with in the past will confirm, I don’t mind reworking and even rewriting entire scripts if the editor gives me specific notes, but here there was a general note asking me to rewrite an entire OGN. To top it all, I was sent a script by another writer, saying use this as a reference. So I went through that script and tried to extrapolate what exactly was expected. I kept on asking for specific notes and a redline meanwhile.

There is a whole list of things I had problems with, but here are the top two.

One of the notes said “There is a lot of philosophy!”.

Of course there is. I like to call myself a non-practicing atheist. I view mythology as a rich source of tales, nothing more and nothing less. Writing mythological stories is my way of answering the questions I posed to my mother (a deeply religious lady) as a child. What was this god thinking when this even occurred? Why didn’t incidental character X did action Y when the logical thing would’ve been to do Z? In India Authentic and in the script I submitted, I tried to tell a story from the protagonists viewpoint, not simply retell a legend. The effort was to provide a narrative based on an inner monologue. I’m afraid I can’t get into specifics to protect the identities of those involved.

Some panels don’t have any captions. We need at least 180 words per page” / “The captions don’t mention what’s shown in the pictures

Wow, me not being verbose? My wife laughed heartily upon hearing that (She is always ribbing me about how I never know when to shut up!). Now a comic book is a marriage of words and art. But the age old adage of “Show, don’t tell” still applies.

Which brings us to the title of this article. To draw an analogy , imagine if I were depicting a fist fight between a normally peaceful hero who’s decided he’s had enough. So my script would have a panel of the guy punching the villain and next one would be the villain crashing into the ground ass first. I’d then have a close-up of the villain looking up at our hero and a reverse angle upshot as the hero glares at him. The last panel would be the villain as he collapses deciding he’s had enough. All these would be silent panels ( Maybe a line or two of the inner monologue of the hero if that). The art tells the story and I don’t need to ham handedly spoonfeed the reader. The prior pages have established the hero’s inner conflict and the dastardly villain’s desperate need for come-uppance.

Now in the absence of specific notes, here’s what I gathered I was being asked to provide for such a sequence to the publisher.

Panel 1
Hero punches villain
CAP: And then the mighty hero punched the villain
Hero: I’m punching you, you mangy cur!

Panel 2
Villain crashes down on the ground
CAP: The dastardly villain crashed to the ground
Villain: Oh my god! You punched me! I have fallen to the ground.

And so on and so forth. You get the idea!

Oh yeah! Before I forget, there was an explicit request to use “million dollar words”. The note was to the effect “The captions are worded in a very matter-of-fact/simple way. Please use more intellectual words”.

So I did a lot of soul searching. I come from a decade old professional career where I take immense pride in being …umm… professional. I like to think that I inculcate that in my writing gigs too. But I finally decided to mail the publisher and tell them that I can’t write for them. So far there has been no artist allocation for this and printing schedule has not been decided. So I decided to save both of us a lot of aches/pains further down the road and called it quits. I received an email response saying that the reason a redline was not provided was “to carry out a full edit on the script at this stage would be extremely time consuming and, I think, unnecessary.

Anyway, as things stand right now, I’m intent upon for the first time asking to be let go from a writing gig. Hope I didn’t come off as too bitchy in this post.

Until next time, toodles and take care.

mohaps

A “Redline” is basically a version of the script with the editor’s note inline with the original draft text. Usually it’s a word doc with “Track Changes” enabled. In the merry old days, editors used to mark corrections with a red pencil and that was the origin of the term.

Disclaimer
The Capt. America #1 (Marvel Comics) cover image used in this post doesn’t mean any disrespect to the content/writing of the comic book. It was one of the most iconic punch images I could think of from the golden age. :)

Mumbai Confidential Digital Short #1 is online


As has been mentioned before, there’s a series of digital short comics set in the Mumbai Confidential universe. So the first of these shorts called “REMASTER” (art by Siddharth Kotian) is now online.

MUMBAI CONFIDENTIAL Digital Shorts are a series of companion comics to the first book “GOOD COP, BAD COP” by various artists using the characters created by Saurav Mohapatra and Vivek Shinde. These shorts are set in the same “universe” as the main story. Though these are not required to follow the main book, they do enhance the backstory of GOOD COP, BAD COP.

About Mumbai Confidential

Mumbai Confidential is a crime noir comic book series created by writer Saurav Mohapatra (DEVI, SADHU, MUMBAI MACGUFFIN, INDIA AUTHENTIC, JIMMY ZHINGCHAK) and artist Vivek Shinde (PROJECT: KALKI, SNAKEWOMAN) set in (of course!) the Indian city of Mumbai.

Mumbai Confidential teaser posters

We now have some teaser posters for Mumbai Confidential. Click on the images to see details or head on over to the Mumbai Confidential site.



About Mumbai Confidential

Mumbai Confidential is a crime noir comic book series created by writer Saurav Mohapatra (DEVI, SADHU, MUMBAI MACGUFFIN, INDIA AUTHENTIC, JIMMY ZHINGCHAK) and artist Vivek Shinde (PROJECT: KALKI, SNAKEWOMAN) set in (of course!) the Indian city of Mumbai.

INDIA AUTHENTIC Returns

My very first comics gig for Virgin/Liquid was a series of one shots titled DEEPAK CHOPRA presents INDIA AUTHENTIC. IA dealt with stories from Indian mythology and each issue featured a story about a member of the Hindu Pantheon. Deepak Chopra provided a lead-in/write-up about the featured story.

I wrote 15 issues in total and it was a fun gig while it lasted. I like to think of IA as “Amar Chitra Katha on steroids” :) IA #15 KRISHNA, my last issue, was kind of lost in the turmoil surrounding the demise of Virgin Comics, or so I thought. Looks like the whole IA line is now available from as MYTHS OF INDIA. The issue #1 GANESHA is a free read and others are a dollar each.

And GANESHA has been featured on scribd.

For handy browsing, here’s a collection I made of all the issues I could find.

RYDERS Ride Again

As I had mentioned earlier, around a couple of years or so ago, I had worked on a 48 page one-shot called RYDERS for Virgin Comics (now reborn as Liquid Comics).

Just after I had submitted the script and Dean Reuben Hyrapiet finished the art, things at Virgin got a little… umm… hairy.

Now the erstwhile Virgin Comics team is back as Liquid Comics and are pursuing an aggressive digital distribution agenda. One aspect of it is the partnership with Scribd.

RYDERS is the story of vigilantes/outlaws armed with custom cars in a dystopic future where cities are ruled by totalitarian regimes who have outlawed free speech and personal vehicular ownership. It has kind of a Mad Max meets Fast & the Furious vibe. I borrowed a lot of motifs from Westerns in terms of setting and story elements. Dean did some fantastic art on this project (Might just be me but I felt a great Geoff Darrow vibe when I was visualizing the world and Dean delivered that tone pretty nicely).

I was kind of sad that (as I thought at the time) RYDERS got “lost” in the transition from Virgin to Liquid. Long story short, RYDERS is now available for purchase from Scribd. So if you like your dystopic future/post-apocalyptic melee and muscle cars, do check it out. :)

Three Songs, Four Years

Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl is not even aware of boy’s existence. Linkin Park songs make sense to boy. 4 years pass, boy finishes college, gets a job and finally grows up. Linkin Park songs stop making sense.

For those of you who haven’t spent 4 years in an Indian engineering college hostel, it might be beneficial if I clarify certain terms, actually one term in particular. It’s an acronym – F.O.S.L.A. (most commonly pronounced as pho-ss-laa). It stands for Frustrated One Sided Lovers’ Association. It’s not a “real” organization in the sense say, The Rotary Club or the Freemasons or even Automobile Association of America, but for all intents and purposes it is the single greatest demographic in Indian college life. The criteria for participation are simple –

  • You have to be an adolescent male (preferably staying in a college dorm)
  • You have to have a completely unrequited “thing”/”crush” on (preferably) a fellow female member of the student body. Extra credits if the said object of your affections is either completely unaware of your existence or more importantly, has been made aware of it and chose to violently demonstrate to you that you’re not in her league.

There was no recruitment drive, secret handshake or rite of passage. You kind of just moped around alone with that sad look in your eyes and other card carrying members found you. And then each of you went your separate ways, to mope some more.

So that bit of technicality aside, let’s now come down to the topic of this blog post – music. When I went to college in the last millennium, as a card carrying member of FOSLA, I naturally gravitated towards songs ( nay, not songs! Anthems!) that spoke to this particular facet of my life. These were the days before CDs, MP3s and iPods and thankfully, much later than vinyl LPs. I spent the 4 years of college (as my dormmates would attest readily) listening to the same 3 songs pretty much on a loop on my rickety yet trusty Cassette player.

November Rain by Guns and Roses
The first song was of course the grandest of all FOSLA anthems (with a kickass video that showed Slash doing his thing with an epic helicopter shot) – “November Rain” by “Guns and Roses”. This song “spoke” not only to me, but thousands of others in the same boat as me. It catered to the narcissistic tragic in every jilted lover. The basic lesson seemed to be “dump the broad and her memories, run on out to the prairie, straight into a bitchin’ guitar solo”. Hey, stop snickering! I even took guitar lessons after hearing this one – all four of them.



Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
The second one was not quite in the FOSLA anthem league (in fact the appropriate one to like would’ve been Fat Bottomed Girls or I want to break freeor Crazy Little Thing called Love), but somehow “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen stayed with me. There was just something about it, that reached out from beyond the haze of tragic teenage angst. I know nothing about music, notes or tempo, but ever since the first time I heard it, I knew this song was unique. There’s just something about the way it ebbs and flows and twists and turns. The musical/vocal equivalent of watching a ballet performed by mixed martial artists in a last man standing melee.

Coming Back To Life by Pink Floyd
The last one is special. My memories of this one are kind of hazy (if you know what I mean ;-) ). I remember vaguely sitting on the ledge of the third floor balcony — looking out at the starry night, legs dangling into space, cigarette in hand and the cassette player blaring out “Coming Back To Life” by “Pink Floyd” at full volume from the room. This one spoke to me at a much more surreal level (granted that I was in a “susceptible” state of mind, but still…). This one I played over and over again, till the tape on my Division Bell cassette wore out. Then I got another one and another… finally I managed to find a CD after I had come over to USA in 2001 and now it resides proudly in my mp3 player’s most frequently played list.

I revisit these songs often. The FOSLA part maybe not so much, but they do remind me of a time in my life – when nothing made sense, yet it didn’t bother me. Scientists say that the neural pathways take some time to form and with age these pathways become permanent. So, till one goes senile, one’s state of being is kind of set in stone. These songs still remind me of a time, when .. ah, screw it. These were the songs that got me through college and these are the ones I still listen to after a really bad day.

THE WITCH & THE WARRIOR – a Frank Frazetta homage

A few days back, my friend and artist/collaborator Saumin Patel (DEVI, MUMBAI MACGUFFIN) sent me a mail. Saumin is a big fan of Frank Frazetta and upon seeing Ron Marz‘s tribute to Frazetta, he too was inspired to do something.

Thus was born “The Witch & The Warrior“.

Now, Saumin’s visual storytelling (having worked with him on a bunch of projects) is perhaps amongst the best I have seen. So for a change, rather than working from a “Script”, he free-styled some sketeches/roughs with a basic story idea in mind. Our goal was to use some iconic Frazetta imagery, in a story reminiscent of those that he provided covers for. I then took a crack at tightening the story and the images into a 11 page script with dialogue and Saumin came back with astounding pencils for it. The pieces are now lettered and ready. Once Saumin finishes inking and coloring them, we’ll post it on the web.

But while we wait for that, pictured above is a rough lettered version of the cover for your to drool over. :) Hope you like it (as much as we did creating it).

“Old Jungle Saying” – PHANTOM CHRONICLES (Vol 2) HARDCOVER


I grew up with the Phantom — the Ghost Who Walks, Guardian of the Eastern Dark. My first exposure to comic books were the collected editions of Lee Falk’s newspaper strips reprinted by the now defunct Indrajal Comics. Like many of my generation from India, I am a rabid “phan”.

So I mentioned this fact in the passing to Ron Marz, who recommended me to Joe Gentile of Moonstone Books. Joe was putting together the second volume of the anthology of new Phantom stories and as the stars aligned, I got the chance to contribute. My story “The Plague” is exclusive to the hardcover edition (by the time I spoke with Joe, the deadline for the book was already past). Joe was extremely accommodating (once he realized how big a “phan” I was :) ) and by the time he received my story, it was almost time for the book to go to print. Due to some other engagements, I was unavailable for the edits within the extremely crunched timeframe. So CJ Henderson kindly stepped in and did the required edits as per Joe’s directions.

Today I received my author’s copies in mail and truth be told, it’s a dream come true for me. Not only did I become (as far as I know) the first Indian to write a licensed/commissioned Phantom story, but it is definitely so very cool to see my name in an author list that includes (among others) Harlan Ellison and Tom DeFalco. :)

[CARTOON] THE YUVRAJ SINGH CHRONICLES

As an Indian Cricket face I was disappointed as any other at the team’s early exit from World Cup T20 Championships. Read an article about Gary Kirsten, the Indian coach talking about how unfit most of the players are. Yuvraj Singh, one of my favorite cricketers and power hitter extraordinaire has been singled out in the article.

Crouching Cliche, (Not so) Hidden Trope

The hard-ass drill sergeant walks the barracks during an evening inspecting his cadets (currently undergoing commando training) indulge in a rare day off. Two cadets are playing chess. The drill sergeant takes one look and says “checkmate in one move” and when the cadets’ looks say no way it can be done, he gives them five minutes to think about it and walks over to another cadet (the hero) who is playing a mournful tune on his harmonica.

The sergeant asks the hero “Do you play chess?”. To which the hero says “Chess is your thing, I have mine” and points to the harmonica. The drill sergeant grunts an acknowledgment, walks over to the two chess players. He says “Bishop to Queen Three” and almost immediately comes over to the hero’s bunk. He grabs (almost snatches) the harmonica out of the hero’s hands, wipes it on his shirt sleeves and blasts a short sharp ditty of a tune before returning it a dumbstruck hero.

Now this could be a scene you can visualize yourself seeing in say the next “Officer and a Gentleman” inspired movie very easily. A scene like this is built on what is generally referred to as Tropes. A trope is technically defined as fairly standard recognizable device that serves as a building block for any kind of narrative. A Cliche is just a trope done to death. A trope is inevitable if you write long enough, but cliche is the kiss of death.

In the scene I described above the “Bishop to Queen Three” and playing of the harmonica by the Hard Ass drill sergeant are very clichéd representations of the trope “A Man’s Renaissance Man“. In fact the term “Bishop to Queen Three” and all that it implies(especially that the cadets are moronic enough to miss out on just running all possible moves of the remaining chess pieces by the time the sergeant comes back) is pure weapons grade cliché. However the Hard-Ass with a hidden side is a trope and can be done well.

The best weapon a writer has with regards to Tropes or clichés is subversion. The Simpsons subverted the cliché of “Bishop to Queen Three” in the episode where Home takes out the Crayon lodged in his brain and becomes super smart. He runs by two geezers in a park playing chess (A Trope that is perhaps almost a cliché’ in itself :P ) and says “Bishop to Queen Three”. The humor and subversion comes from the fact that the geezers are playing Scrabble and mention the fact to Homer. Further subversion occurs when Homer uses his trademark fist shake and forces them to do “Bishop to Queen Three” after emphatically repeating his earlier statement (a Trope in itself).

The line between tropes and clichés is getting especially blurred in this high output world of creativity and mega-events. As writers, we must be wary of this trend and try to find new ways to subvert these “oh so familiar” / “ain’t cool if every other book does it” kind of pitfall situations, so as to keep the readers from yawing the “been there, done that, Bendis did it better” mega yawns.

Before we part ways, here is a homework exercise. Pop in that DVD of “Star Trek 2 : Wrath of the Khan” and watch Shatner go “KHANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”. Pay special attention to how the camera moves away from him and try to remember all such instances where this has been copied. Otherwise spend some time browsing TVtropes.org , a wiki dedicated to cataloging the Tropes in TV/Movies and Comics.



The scene described in first paragraph is from the Hindi movie PRAHAR (The Strike), starring and directed by my favorite actor Nana Patekar.

This is a repost from my column NINE PANEL GRID on Comics Waiting Room.