"What do you write?"
Many people have asked me this question after learning that I write. And my answers have varied greatly.
Random stuff. Whatever interests me. Majorly philosophical.
Why shouldn't my answers vary?!
Not every person listens attentively - One very important realization that turned out to be a major reason for me starting a blog.
I was so narcissistic in believing that I was really smart and had loads of interesting/innovative/enlightening thoughts to be shared.
Probably true. Probably not.
A few of my colleagues smoke. One colleague to the extent of 4-5 cigarettes per day.
I wanted to know the reason behind so many puffs of tobacco and asked him the same one day.
"It's difficult to explain.. It's..It's more like... It's something which helps you more than you think it does.. It's more like meditation.. Breathe in, breathe out..It helps you be normal.."
I could relate with his reply.
After all, I experience the very same thing whenever I smoke words. Every inhalation of a thought and every exhalation of a statement clears up my mind.
Writing is my smoke on a chilly evening with a hot cup of tea.
Writing is my meditation.
In the dark days after my failed romance, there were many things that kept me going.
One of which was anonymous blogs where people shared their (failed) love stories and hoards of other personal moments.
Reading the stories gave me hope.
The hope that takes birth in a man stranded on a lonely island when he sees another man swimming towards him from a capsized boat.
And I want(ed) my writings to be such a source of hope for a guy from Turkey or a girl from Taiwan or a transsexual from Texas.
At times, it feels easier to connect with strangers than with the people constantly around you. Especially with the written word. Especially when in pain.
There is a general belief that when a person really likes doing something, he/she needs to pursue it as a career.
Fair enough.
But what about the irrepressible fear that denies to leave the person and continues threatening that he/she might not be really good at something he/she loves doing?!
How does one overcome this?!
I wish I could suggest a simple solution. But things do not work that way.
Clarity in life is not attained by a blog post. It requires considerable introspection. And also a tinge of craziness.
I learnt it the hard way.
I started writing because I could.
I continued writing because I wanted to.
I write now because I have to.
Many people have asked me this question after learning that I write. And my answers have varied greatly.
Random stuff. Whatever interests me. Majorly philosophical.
Why shouldn't my answers vary?!
Not every person listens attentively - One very important realization that turned out to be a major reason for me starting a blog.
I was so narcissistic in believing that I was really smart and had loads of interesting/innovative/enlightening thoughts to be shared.
Probably true. Probably not.
A few of my colleagues smoke. One colleague to the extent of 4-5 cigarettes per day.
I wanted to know the reason behind so many puffs of tobacco and asked him the same one day.
"It's difficult to explain.. It's..It's more like... It's something which helps you more than you think it does.. It's more like meditation.. Breathe in, breathe out..It helps you be normal.."
I could relate with his reply.
After all, I experience the very same thing whenever I smoke words. Every inhalation of a thought and every exhalation of a statement clears up my mind.
Writing is my smoke on a chilly evening with a hot cup of tea.
Writing is my meditation.
In the dark days after my failed romance, there were many things that kept me going.
One of which was anonymous blogs where people shared their (failed) love stories and hoards of other personal moments.
Reading the stories gave me hope.
The hope that takes birth in a man stranded on a lonely island when he sees another man swimming towards him from a capsized boat.
And I want(ed) my writings to be such a source of hope for a guy from Turkey or a girl from Taiwan or a transsexual from Texas.
At times, it feels easier to connect with strangers than with the people constantly around you. Especially with the written word. Especially when in pain.
There is a general belief that when a person really likes doing something, he/she needs to pursue it as a career.
Fair enough.
But what about the irrepressible fear that denies to leave the person and continues threatening that he/she might not be really good at something he/she loves doing?!
How does one overcome this?!
I wish I could suggest a simple solution. But things do not work that way.
Clarity in life is not attained by a blog post. It requires considerable introspection. And also a tinge of craziness.
I learnt it the hard way.
I started writing because I could.
I continued writing because I wanted to.
I write now because I have to.
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