The Beginning

On page ninety three of the book Sam’s letters to Jennifer by James Patterson, Jennifer thinks “How many of us know the true stories of parents and grandparents? How many of us share the stories of our lives with our own children? What a loss to the children if we don’t. What are we but our stories?.”

I sat in the Delhi Metro on my way to college at eight in the morning and this question made me wonder. What are we but our stories? At the end, everything ceases. All we are remembered by are our stories. What was the story of our life and how the story is known to others?

That got the wheels of my mind whirring; I wanted to tell my story. Though nothing remarkable however I wanted to record it. This belief was only deepened when I went for a TED event where a young writer talked about his passion for writing.

While he explained about getting the required seed capital about his venture, all I could about was the disastrous end that my writing had come to. My writing which at one time couldn’t be contained in word documents alone was now lying in tatters in an unread blog.

Unfortunately, I always have thought of myself as a bit of writer. I remember reading books and discarding them after reading one chapter thinking, knowing that I could write better than that writer. Sadly I realized my vocabulary was too restricted, didn’t use the required fanciful words and was largely concentrated on self depreciating humour.

However, that was not to be the truly sad part. The reason that it all ended was the simple reason that a blog which started out as a place to document my thoughts became a place where I would write to be socially accepted by the “writer” friends I had acquired.

I miss that adulation.

But that was writing for the masses. My trademark whining posts were transformed into half page drafts of short humorous accounts of events. It got boring, so boring that I did not have a single post for five months. I had five blogs and none of them had that attraction left.

So as you can see I love to talk about anything. But I love to talk on paper.

The one particular aspect that remains undecided is the audience. I am thinking of doing a bit of an experiment. You know, giving the blog address to some friends, testing the reaction and depending on the outcome that particular aspect will be ascertained.

So here’s to a new journey to an unknown place, to the new people that we’ll meet on the way, to the good and bad times that will be documented and just to getting back to a passion; writing.