"Look, Alvah. Every man on earth has a soul of his own that nobody can stare at.
There are some things in life which are truly yours, so much so that you have a craving towards it to an extent that seems illogical to others. There are some things in life which you truly like, things you would not want to mortgage with anything else. Things which gives you emotional security, beef you up. Things which you want to do without the fear of failure,rejection,pressure.Things which give you a soul.
Writing, surely gives me one. I don’t know when did I start writing, or ,when did my love for it start to bloom. May be it was the matter of inflating my pride by becoming the first boy in class to submit an essay, or reading those umpteen nancy drew, enid blyton novels that intrigued me like nothing before.
Writing has always given me release; writing has always given me relief. It has always been my guard against the unfair world (Yeah! The dramatic me, the world is always unfair). But I don’t know, there is something in those words that come streaming out from the pen, something in those words that come on the screen after punching my keyboard. I don’t know what. I don’t want to. People write to express themselves, but for me words not only expresses me, they raise me to a new level, give me a new high, I bet no alcohol could provide, give me happiness to a degree that trying to describe the same would be futile. It has always given me comfort in ways unknown to me, it has made me think that I’m not some piece of shit to be trampled on( especially after seeing those over intelligent kids at the IIT coaching class), it has made me believe that even my life can have a purpose, that even my life will have a purpose.
They say, blessed is one who finds the true love in his life and I can say with pride that I have found mine. I have always believed that the greatest gift a man can give himself, is by doing what he likes(that is, by making a career out of something he loves doing). I don’t have any sky breaking ambitions in this regard too, probably because this is the real me, with no strings attached. But, that does not mean that I won’t have a go at it, I surely will. We all do things which we are supposed to do, swim with the current, write the story of ourlife as everyone has been doing in our family for decades. But, sometimes the passion refuses to ebb, because it is unfair to betray something, you love the most.
