Hello readers! Here I am, with my very first blog post. The excitement I am feeling as I write this is inexplicable.. While brainstorming ideas for my first blog post, I was in a fix. I had absolutely no idea about what it should be. And when I almost fell asleep it struck me. Why not write about how I started writing and what made me so passionate about it?
Back to the days when I was a 11 year old girl, I used to be fascinated by magazines, the same old “fashion-and-beauty tips” kind of magazines. As I was flipping through the latest edition one day, I came across a page about finances (which I obviously did not understand back then). On that page was a picture of a scribbling pad. Something like this-
That was the inspiration I got to write. Yes, you read it right. One single picture. The very same day, I troubled the hell out of my mother to buy me a scribbling pad! And oh the joy I felt when I finally got one. The funniest part is that after getting the much demanded scribbling pad, I did not know what to write! Finally forced myself to start a “diary” using this scribbling pad.
But what exciting can happen in a 11 year old’s life? So I decided to write about what I did during the day. Embarrassing to share, but this is what I wrote: “I woke up at 6:30 am, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, took a bath. Then ate [insert breakfast item]. Went to school. First hour was science. Ma’am started the second chapter. Second hour was free…. blah blah blah.” Even though this was childish, I was happy writing something. Whether it made sense or not. Soon I realized I was not satisfied writing such things (Thank God for that!). Somewhere in between I lost interest in writing daily about school. And so, I stopped. A few years later, my father got home a diary and gave it to me. Some random diary of some random company. That brought back my long lost love for writing. I started writing in that diary every day. Every. Single. Day. Frankly, I was quite happy with it because it had a certain number of lines for every day of the year. I stuck to it. After a couple of months of diary writing, I started yearning for more pages to write every day. Found some pieces of scrap paper and wrote more. Some days I would continue my diary writing on those papers and staple them to the book.
One day, mother suggested me to write a poem. And I did. In 15 minutes. About “love.” Astonishingly turned out quite good. Then there was no looking back. I wrote more poems. When I entered pre-university college, my English lecturer told me about the college magazine. That set me thinking. In school, I was never the one to contribute anything to the school magazine. I did not want to commit that mistake in college. Went ahead and submitted two of my poems. I was overjoyed when they were published! The day I saw my poem in the magazine and my name printed next to it, was probably the day I realized that yes, I do have an inclination towards writing.
When I started pursuing my bachelor’s degree, I moved on to write articles. And since then I have always contributed my write-ups to the college magazine. My brother has been my strongest critic ever since I started writing. The girl who was too shy to participate in anything started taking part in essay competitions. Some I won, some I enjoyed being a part of.
Even today, I write for myself just as I did when I was 11. Though not about what I did that day and not daily. I make it a point to spend some time writing for myself, without paying any heed to grammar or spellings. Just write. And revel in the glory of it.
I am just a student, not some learned person to preach about life. But I want to tell all those who are reading this that having a passion in life is incredibly important. Doing something which you love, in my case, writing, gives you some sort of satisfaction. Start doing something, anything as a hobby. You never know, it can turn into something you were always looking for.
Thanks for reading me! Stay blessed!