It was in my third standard of primary school, a teacher asked the class for our ambitions in life. In fact, seeing our blank faces she helped us asking specifically - Who wants to be an Engineer??? Who wants to be a Doctor??? Who wants to be a Soldier??? Who wants to be a Pilot??? and so on. Each question was positively responded with a good percentage of my classmates, and decent percentage of them have turned it into reality today.
One of the question asked was - Who wants to be a Writer??? and only one to respond it was me. My response was acknowledged by the class with huge roar of laugh. Seriously, I never wanted to be writer neither before my response nor after. I responded because none did. Mostly, wanted to get in spotlight. :) Later, I wondered why an ambition to be a writer so humorous, that made all my classmates burst into laughter. Before I could find answer to what I wondered, life moved. It was in a process of making me what I am today. But have always realized that Writing is never simple mixing up some known words to express a thought, its more and not gifted commonly, though anyone can attempt on it.
Now, when I am put-in into isolation by my livelihood for sometime, life seems to be slowed down a bit allowing some bandwidth to revisit my dumped thoughts. Among these dumped thoughts one is to check if I can write something - something casual - something acceptable - something meaningful - something expressing...! So inspired by few blogs of friends, I am here to make an attempt. An attempt to express.
