Holy wanderings of a compulsive intellectual
My name is Venkataraman Anantharaman (Venkat for short), and I have spent most of my time learning as well as training young minds into the art of copyediting. After obtaining a PhD in clinical biochemistry, I decided to explore the writing/editing aspects of science, and have been at it for over 23 years.
After working in companies in India all these years—and with almost all major publishers—I’ve now started out on my own to do what I’ve always wanted to do: provide copyediting training to the publishing industry. I offer copyediting training to companies (in person in India) as well as to freelance editors (through webinars, e-learning courses).
Training is one of my core strengths, and I have evolved my own methods of teaching copyediting over the years. I am writing a book tentatively titled Principles of Copyediting (currently about 312,500 words). I have been working on it off and on for the last 10 years (with material collected over more than two decades). Concepts and examples presented in my training/webinars are simply those culled from my book.
A good teacher can play a crucial role in a person’s life. A great teacher moulds and shapes your life. The teacher is initially a person, but gradually becomes a voice that speaks to you from within, from the depths of your soul. The teacher is a silent but dynamic living force, which is why probably in Indian mythology, the first teacher (Dakshinaamoorthy) is depicted as teaching his disciples through silence. The teacher can be the single greatest force in a person’s life. Knowingly or unknowingly, I managed to document the influence of the teacher in the form of an email that I wrote 17 years ago.
I’m reproducing that email below. And this is the background:
I have a teacher, and I am very devoted to learning whatever my teacher can teach me. A few years down the lane, I accidentally stumble upon my teacher’s email ID. I then write to her. My teacher doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know who I am, doesn’t know that she has a student in some other part of the globe, who has been quietly learning from her (writing). Although the mail is addressed to her, it doesn’t really begin with Dear So-and-so or My Dear Teacher. All that the teacher reads is a story.
Now read on. You will see that the story is interesting enough to possibly inspire you. . .
Timelines and Achievements
From morn till eve I live for Thee,
Night I sleep to dream of Thee,
All my acts are offering to Thee,
My life, my soul, it belongs to Thee.