LIFE IS FULL OF IRONIES.......................................................................................................
What you want is not what you always get and what you get is not always what you want, for instance, taking up journalism because I love to write but despising writing the moment I am asked to write.
When somebody asks me to write my first instinct is to refuse and walk away. I under-estimate by writing skills by stating that I'm not a good writer. Though I love to write I lack the motivation, which I blame entirely on my current course of education.
I feel that taking commerce put an end to my imagination and confined me to a world filled with calculation and analysis of things beyond my understanding. So why did I opt for it? That's a question to which i have yet to answer myself.
My writing can get creative or monotonous depending on my mood, anger and depression pushes my creativity to its peak, as writing gives me a ray of hope about something better in store. While happiness and excitement dulls my creativity having all my energy vented out on jumping up and down.
My inspiration to start writing was my brother, my personal critic and my childhood best friend, Keerthi, who accompanied me in scribbling down our random thoughts, making them memorable. And a special mention to a few of my friends who constantly kept reminding me that my little grey cells were just sleeping and not dead. Who wouldn't love their own cheering squad? That's what Mira, Farhana and Thalal are to me. They hoot, wow, publicize and even offered to sponsor to publish my writings in hard bound, treating them as the works of Arundati Roy or Kiran Desai.
I can go on writing chapters about each one of them and their influence on my life. Probably I will write a book on them in the near future. For now it's all about my assignment and my first feature written piece. So ramble and rant is what I do when somebody asks me to write.