The writer within
Since my early childhood, I always wanted to be a writer.
I was excited about my own life stories and the stories of others who were near to me.
Many a times I planned writing a book about my own life and started writing also sometimes, but then lack of skills to arrange my ideas stopped me all the times.
Once when I was visiting my birthplace, my grand parents house in remote area of Bihar, I happened to meet on of my brother-in-law, who happen to be a Kabirpanthi (one who follows the principal of Kabir) priest.
His life style and his followers amazed me. His follower used to wash his feet with water to get charnamrit, to drink. That was really unhygienic but this was the extreme of their devotion for that saint. And I started thinking about a book titling “The making of Mahatma”. But once again I was standing on the crowded crossroad of my ideas and I didn’t know which way to go.
Years passed by and the struggle of life took over to everything else my mind could think about. Busy with other priorities, somewhat these thoughts didn’t haunt me for quite a long time.
Then came a period of life, which tagged me as a Technical Writer. The word writer got added in my professional nameplate. And I became a Technical Writer.
In the mean time I started writing in tits and bits and people around me started encouraging me to write something.
Few of them said that I should write a novel and others suggest me to write a movie script.
But many a times I have got this honest suggestions from people I meet, that I should try my hand in writing field.
Is this a signal from you…O God!
So now I am trying to focus my thoughts towards short stories. Lets see what comes out…