• hota_sia 10w

    The Jollyfull Life

    Nov. 8,
    Monday

    Dear Buddy,
    So what's going on in your life. I hope you are fine, miles and miles away from this deadly virus which has spread all across the world. But do you know, today's a bit different day for me. In fact I feel as if these days are running very slow. Hope it results good with the proverb- Slow and steady wins the race.

    Hey! Hellow!Valakam! Today I'm gonna share my most favourite memory of my life and the most successful memory till date as I have never fulfilled all my desires and wishes to such an extent.

    Today, I'm gonna share my story behind the love for writing and the desire to be a writer one day. I would like to go bck to flashback to my seventh standard. In studies, I was as dull as a donkey and in songs, I was not less than a “BAKWAAS” singer, a fan of Neha Kakkar, Shreya Ghosal, Guru Randhawa etc.

    For me, my duty was to spend time with friends in school and then come back to home and again spend time in WhatsApp with friends. Studying was not even at the bottom of my duty list. Dushman.The relation between me and maths-science was like Jaani Dushman. I felt as if I should throw these books into a dustbin or just murder those teachers. But we both know that I could neither do any of these. Those days were really was for my studies.

    But on the other hand,I was completely filled up with English Liti (Literature)and grammar. These were like world for me. I lived in with only two worlds -my friends and English.Other were even out of my wishlist.

    So what happened one day is I was in the class sitting at the first bench of left corner.I was in complete enjoyment with my friends.And suddenly our Liti Teacher came to teach the most boring-cum-beautiful poem by William Wordsworth. And in the mid of the class,I felt so drowsy that I actually went off sleeping inside the class.Two fun facts were- The teacher didn't knew about it till the class was over and me myself was in such depth that I too didn't marked when I slept.Hats off to my courage. I slept in the class for the first time. I was in mixed state at that time. Fifty percent of my heart was filled with joy because that was the first experience for me to sleep without the teacher's knowledge.And also fifty percent of my heart was a bit sad because I slept in the English class that was the most favourite subject of mine. Of course,I didn't like the teacher but at least I liked the subject. I should have not respected the teacher but for the prestige of Liti, I should have not slept that day.

    These thoughts were continuously capturing my mind. Even some of my friends started teasing me. I felt a bit offended. While I came back to home ,I stayed in the same state for whole evening. My frustration level was increasing slowly. I felt a bit bewildered. Many times such situations have encircled me but that situation was completely opposite of it. Even I wasn't able to express it to my mother as she is also a teacher. If I would have done so,I would have observed Newton's third law practically that day-Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I simply kept silent and suddenly a song entered my mind. At that time,my mind was such overcrowded that in such a critical situation, a song entered my mind. And a beautiful thinking was followed by then. I thought of writing it all my frustation in the form of a song. That was a Hindi poem-“ Nind ki goli”written and composed by me. Also directed and sung by me. I felt a bit contented. And the next day ,I thought showing it to my friends. They were so so so happy that they enjoyed reading it and even read the poem twice,thrice or even more. They were happy seeing the poem and I was happy seeing their faces. Many days passed and my friends thought of showing my poem to all the girls including the weaker ones too. (those who were weak in studies just like me.)

    I was again astonished as they too liked my poem. Since, they were back benchers and thousand miles away from their studies, they should have either ignored it or just act as if they enjoyed it. But they read the read the whole poem happily and even enjoyed a lot more then expected.

    That was the day, I felt as if I have become the richest and the most successful person of the world. I felt as if I have conquered the whole world. I was in cloud nine. That's how I gained my inspiration from my readers for writing more and more poems, quotes, stories and the journey started.
    ©hota_sia