Post and Dots
Reflection, Imitation, Experience
Whenever I start thinking about writing a blog and I create a MS Word file on my desktop, I open the file and start thinking about the probable topic, I need to write about that can actually create a poof in the digital content world, I just type, “Life is..” then again I start thinking about, LIFE IS WHAT?
My inner soul says, “Tough one, this is probably the toughest ever self-raised question across your school syllabus, college encyclopaedia, google and your other knowledge universe.
I press the back-space button and leave the file blank. Once, you start thinking about life, you cannot think any other. As a teenager, I once realized, love is life. So, I started searching so many lives. I meshed up and finally fixed one life forever. When, I was about to take off to different state, my fixed life dumped me and made me understand, life is adjusted changes with respect to your brand of wine, shirt-size and credit limit, while parents, relatives, friends remain constant.
Life was completely fucked-up, so, I did attempted to change my career into content writing. With Market Research experiences, it may tough for anyone to get into content writing, sometimes. I presented my blog page to the interviewer and she got impressed. Within two weeks, I got my credit card, own bank account and I started hating my job. There is few miles between content writer and content creator. So, when my manager asked me to submit two write-up on a daily basis, with a fixed format and word-limit. I got fucked again. Content may be the king, but not in a third-world country. Definitely not a well-paying job, definitely you are not a copy-writer. I gave myself some more time and left everything.
Probably ‘life’ is the best ever fascination of human desire. We all need a life. We live till we keep breathing, until our heart cells says, “We had enough of it.” We all work, we earn and end of the day we spend all for a better life.
When I meet up with my old pals, they often ask me, “Are you still writing poems?”
I started writing poems too early in my life, even I was not at an age, where I can tell people the meaning of the word ‘poem’. I kept writing and realized the word, “Surprise”. Cause, I used to surprise myself with some good poems sometimes. I used to run to my neighbor’s house, whenever I wrote a good poem. Cause my neighbor, aunty, always appreciated me to write more. So, no matters it was a good poem I just wrote or published in a new magazine, I had lots of work. To meet every person I know and read out the poem from diary or magazine.
Local magazine publishers used to meet me regularly seeking new poems or short stories. What a celebrity life I had in my childhood! I wish, I had my rest of life like that. Maybe, I have a dependable career now, but nothing can beat the winning taste of reading out your own poem, from a fresh magazine.
I still miss the feeling. After joining an engineering course, followed by an MBA, I might secure my life and balance in salary slip, I lost a major part of my life definitely. Sometimes, when I feel the demand for people, I used to be someday, I still can feel the child, running towards his father with the print out of job vacancy, “Dad, I wish today I had the power to apply for this job.”
I can’t say, “Dad! You ruined my life.”
I destroyed it. Any course or anything can’t stop you to continue your passion. I neglected and now I am regretting it.
So, my suggestion from my experience is simple. If you have a passion for anything, don’t leave it.
All the best!