Be A Writer

“….yea!”

“So what do you want me to become in life?”

“I want you to become a writer.”

“Writer?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“C’mon..! Do you think I’m a good writer who could write down on kinda dramatic story plots, anymore?”

“Yeah! Trust me. You’re good at it. But you don’t know how good you’re at it.”

“To my knowledge, a writer is someone who copies ideas from what he’s been observing from the infinite nature, regardless whether it’s true or not, and explain its meanings thoroughly with the help of any words which are entangled to his insights and fantasies to make it readable for others. Do you really think I’m good at it?”

“Yes! I do…”

“I don’t think I’m….. You know, it’s not that easy like you think.”

“Of course, it’s not that easy like you think. But it would easy for you. Don’t question me further. Can you do what I said? I really wish to see you as a writer. Think how would I feel to be known as your love- as a writer’s love.”

“…may I know why are you saying so?”

“I’m saying so because you know how to write about me. Our love. Our memories. Our feelings. Our emotions. Our experiences. Our life. You don’t lack any words to express it; you already know what you’ve to write down. Why’re you thinking too much then?”

“Are you asking me to pen down about us and get it published for attracting others to share our story? Did you actually mean it?”

“Nope! You’ve mistaken. I told that I want to see you as a writer and hence you must be…. Will you?”

“What if I say NO?”

“If you say NO, then it’s your decision. It wouldn’t change anything happening in between both of us. It doesn’t matter whether you become a writer or not. What does matter to me the most is your love on me. You would always remain as the wonderful hubby of mine.”

“You’re my sweetheart. And I know our life would be more happy if I become a writer for you. But I dare to write on anything other than you, My love. It’s just your thoughts in me that keeps me moving forward. It’s your love on me that makes me alive. You’re my Eve and I’m your Adam, who live to love for each other in our world. We have had faced a lot of topsy-turvy situations and overt chaos holding our hands together in life. Our bond of love still preserves a charisma of that same passion to be alive together. Die together. We’ve been like this…”

“…..lost in love for?”

“I don’t know, My love! But we haven’t shared our story to anybody else within this 49 years of succulent life. I want you and you want me always in our story to make it refreshing for our love to cherish till it ends on that final day of happiness, on our bed, crossing our hands together, kissing you, like I always do, staring at my innocent eyes and dream under our polar star’s sight”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

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…that word

..that word tells its meaning

as I’m curiously sitting

next to the timeless sea

with white pages and a plea

owned by an old man

written in his 80’s

using some idle words.

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I Want To Become A Writer

“I want to become a writer!”

“Writer? You mean, someone who lives by selling the craps he’s written in books?”

“No! I never wanted to become a writer in your mindset. I would love to become a writer who loves writing, neither for acquiring public’s attention nor earn some penny for living, rather than doing anything else that makes him happy. I’m not saying anything against their dreams upon me; writing what I’ve in me on a piece of paper using my ink strangely makes me happy. I don’t know why!? It always help me to find out a real flow of happiness in me.”

“Okay! Act according to your wish. But keep this always in your mind that writing one or more books wouldn’t help you to fill your empty stomach whenever you feel like having something to devour. Never follow all those fancy- crazy imaginations in your dreams; chasing your unrealistic dreams in a real world would makes you unhappy at any point of becoming a writer. Don’t compare yourself with all those writers who’ve chased their dreams and became a well renowned writer in the history. Your writings aren’t that interesting for the readers like you think. And you know, this is 21st century; everything happens here for money and a reason. Although you’re 21 year old, you’re still so immature to accept such kind of implicit facts.”

“Okay! I know —”

“Have you ever thought about your future? How it would be if you’re an unsuccessful writer?”

“Nope! I haven’t—”

“Don’t think too much about your craps right now! Earn something for yourself and lead a superb- cool life, Man. You’re not that bad to do it, I think”

“Yea! Of course. I’ve to go now. See ya.”

“Okay! Bye.”

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Hardcopy Or Softcopy?

Hey folks! I’ve received a mail from a blogging friend of mine last night who has asked me regarding my inactiveness in the blogging platform these days. It was then, I reminded about this simple blog space I’ve created  2 years back under the blogging domain’s network. And yes, I’m not that active like before here. It’s not because I’m too much busy these days, though I’m taking a short- break from the virtual world completely for a change. It doesn’t mean that I lost my interest for blogging as well; I would come back whenever I feel like the same as before. However, I’m trying my level best for not missing any of the updates from you people, the ones I follow back, and of course, it’s really nice to read all of you. Stay calm and keep blogging, Fellas. *smiles*

Rather than wandering in and around all through the virtual world, I’m giving much attention for reading books these days. I’ve already completed The Prophet written by Kahlil Gibran, My Story written by Kamala Das, A Book Of Short Stories written by Edgar Allen Poe, another one written by Padmarajan, Kafka On The Shore written by Haruki Murakami and The Fault In Our Stars written by John Green within one and half month or so; and now, I’m reading the softcopy of How I Braved Anu Aunty & Co-founded A Million Dollor Company,  a humorous- true story written by Varun agarwal, an Indian author. Among the ones I read, I had the hardcopies of all the above mentioned books except Murakami’s Kafka On The Shore and hence it was such a wondeful time I’d being together with those ever written best sellers and reading them, most of the times during the midnight with a cup of hot coffee/ tea in my hand. 

Here is an account on the differences I felt while reading a hardcopy over a softcopy; it’s not about which copy you read, but the reading process is what actually does matter, I know. Anyway, have a look at it and I would love to know regarding your perspectives about it too.

1) Reading a hardcopy is superb-sexy even if you do/don’t know the softness of a softcopy.

2) Handling a hardcopy is much harder than handling a softcopy; if you’re not that bad at reading the hardcopy/softcopy of a book, I suppose, you’ve already got the right meaning behind what I said. You may have to spend more time while reading hardcopy rather than a softcopy.

3) Not any softcopy could give you the printed fragrance of a hardcopy, and thus an inner peace; reading a hardcopy by holding it directly in your hands and turning the pages just seem so nice to escape at least for a few seconds/minutes from the real world to an epic world of innumerable thoughts.

4) Having a good number of your favorite books in your library can make you feel so jealous on yourself for the unique treasure you’ve.

5) Addiction factor! Yea.. Of course, hardcopies are too good at it.

6) That’s the thing about books; it would definitely kill your time so easily.

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– Rahul