Inside a writer's Mind

I'm sitting with pen in my hand, the bitten with bite marks on it. I look at the last sentence that I just wrote and I feel proud of myself. Upto now I've never feared a writers block. I only learn from each one and I get more confident with each one. Looking at what I achieved so far, it's is quite an effort. It seems like I was only beating around the bush until I wrote that concluding sentence. That hit the right spot and ended it perfectly.

My heads full of ideas that I know are great because I know of many people within my own social circle who would love reading it. It would relieve them of what is offered to them to think and what opportunities the world gives them to do what they want to which they say is the best you can get. They all succumb to the drudgery of living within those limits.

"Everywhere you go people are rating people There are people just waiting to find a reason to tag you. Everywhere you go, people realize that people They make opinions that can make, break or just nag you. If you look around, you will see hidden suppressed spirits all around you So many things they want to be but they don't want to let all that come down on them."

I want my writing to affect people and change lives. The truth is my motto. It is for me-my calling if you will- to dig it out and offer it up. I believe that art of any kind should do more than just be a mere observation of life. It should correct, console and encourage as and when required and above all bear the truth. The editor is not too keen too publish things that radical. He is scared that it would tarnish the reputation of his publication. It would scare people too much. Well, people could fall in love with that perspective of writing but if they don't, they might not buy the next issue of his publication. It's a risk on his part.

I want to be a writer. Once I'm established, I'll only have to work about 3-4 hours a day. That's the excuse people have to reason out why I should study, get a job, get settled and succumb to life being a pain the backside which you cant do anything about. They say there's no reason for you to stop studying- "It'll only occupy your free time". They don't know of the satisfaction of accomplishment- the satisfaction which fills you up when you do something you value. When I finish breaking my head over a piece, I feel like laying back and enjoying that fulfillment that it gives me. I don't see anything wrong with that.

When I'm asked what I want to do, they shut my aspirations up saying that it is not ambitious enough. Ambition they judge by salary, reputation and post. The self hasn't got anything to do with it. It's all weighed by what the world would think of you. Will the self ever carry weight? Why does everything have to be logical and statistical especially when no one even understands life in its entirity? We're all travelers on the same road. We're all in the same boat on the same waters. None of us know any less than anybody else in the entire world. The best we can do is guess, cross our fingers and hope that were right. If our chances wont do us any good, we might as well just live with what we are sure of and not worry about the rest. We will most probably will never be able to find out certain things about life's mysteries in one lifetime. For all you know there could most probably be nothing that's definite- nothing to find. Life could only be what you make of it and nothing else. It would be a more worthwhile venture to make sure our passage through it is good and not worry about anything else.


Contributed by: Sunil Noronha