As a kid I always use to write stuffs on my black but cute little diary which I still cherish the most.But somehow with time this habit slowly went for a walk as I found myself busy with other complexities of life.And whenever in serendipity this diary use to find me rather than I finding it,time and again there would be this feeling of guilt and sadness inside me instead of being proud and happy of writing such wonderful poems and stories.I always found myself asking the same question:Why did I stop writing? I can very spontaneously remember,I use to write a lot and was so precise about my writings that I use to even mention the dates and timing of my writings.And the most funniest part is that I used to spend more time in thinking as what should be the title of my poem or story rather than what I was writing.I still very vividly remember the correction sessions with my elder sister who was the only one entitled to go through whatever I had written first, and it was only after her consent and corrections that my writings would pass to my friends.
With time this zeal and flare for writing was gone but on one fine day I had to write something for someone.This was almost after 10 years when I wrote last (time very accurately mentioned, tallied from the last poem dated in my diary). I had roughly 2-3 days to write on that something special. I must tell you this was one of the most difficult time for me as I found myself staggering and falling short of words. It took me to reach heavens to start the first line.But finally when I started I just wrote down what this heart had to say for the last 10 years. I didn't actually know how good or bad it was but it gave me a sense of relief and satisfaction that I was longing for a long time which was much more than any compliment or comment.
And then immediately came the time when I was in the most difficult situations,fighting all odds and forgetting to see the creative side of me. Soon I was again busy with so called life and its 'larger than life' speed.
I forgot that I could even write.
But then came the turning point (or as we Indians say: the climax). Tried and tested from life, I was heading nowhere when suddenly I found myself enrolling to a course called THE YES+ (no clue of how it happened). No human being on this earth could ever define the experience and transformation I had after the course. I was simply amazed and baffled as how can one change in a such a short duration of 6 days. Immediately after the course I had this feeling of completeness and bliss that I never experienced before.And then what! All that was stirring in this heart for a long time was waiting to be heard of and I found myself coming up with new and fresh ideas every time.The diary and the pen was always ready,the only one who wasn't was me.Now there were no boundaries and no stops.A great lesson was learned.
Someone rightly said "When the heart overflows,it comes out through the mouth."
With his blessings I feel covered with grace.Whatever I am today is all because of him. And as he asked to do something creative this year,there could not have been any thing better to offer him. I have started to write again.
And to the few heroes and friends in my life who kindled this inspiration to write again:- DEEPAN Da and Pranav Bhaiya, I LOVE YOU !!!
Keep waiting for more !!!
JGD...
Keep waiting for more !!!
JGD...
