Hello everyone! I hope you guys are doing fine. It's been 2 years since I last posted here. But now I am back again and I promise to keep this blog as regular as possible.
Today, I'm gonna talk about "How I became a writer". I have read somewhere that people become writers, either when they fail or when someone breaks their heart. Well, in my case, both is applicable. First I failed and then someone broke my heart 😂.
It's funny now, because it has been 6 years now, since I publicly and properly started writing. Prior to that, I used to write my personal diary (which was my best friend at that time) and then I stopped. All my life, I have been doing this on and off thing. But now things are different. I write something on a daily basis. It may be a small quote or a thought or may be my entire day.
Writing has always helped me to escape from bitter truth of life. When I am angry, I write. When I am happy, I write. When I am upset or feeling low, I write. I am not a person who shares her pain or her feelings or her emotions to anyone (not even my closest friend). I write it and then keep it somewhere no one can read it, I hide it, I lock it. (at least till I'm alive).
So, in the year 2012, I shifted to Jaipur from Itanagar (Capital city of Arunachal Pradesh). I had to choose a stream for my 11th standard. I chose Science because most of my friends took it and I loved doing "Out of the box" thing (I still do) even if I can't (try karne mein kya harz hai?). No one in my family (whom I know at least), took Science as a stream and it was unique thing to do. So, I chose Science with Mathematics (It's in my blood) and I took admission in MGPS, Vidhyadhar Nagar (VDN) which was eventually a girls school.
All my classmates were studious. They were in big institutes like Akash, Allen, etc., who wanted to pursue IIT and become an architect. I also said to myself, I will also become an architect as I can sketch pretty well. I wasn't taking any tuition till then (self-confidence). But as my half-yearly exam's result came out, I failed in most of the subjects (I don't remember precisely though). Then in Parents-Teacher Meeting, my class teacher said that I have to work hard and do something about it and I decided to go for coaching of Chemistry. I took Chemistry classes from one great teacher, with whom I lost contact now (and it's not a good thing to lose such a great teacher). She was very good at the subject and she taught me pretty well. I thought I understood whatever she taught me. I hardly had any friends in class because of being dumb and useless (I feel). I was good at nothing. I missed my friends, at my old school a lot.
I didn't really took SCIENCE seriously and was ignorant of the fact that it will cause me big. I had smartphone also at that time and was busy with every other stuff, but not studies.
Now, here comes the final exams and later it's result. Guess what, I failed miserably. I failed in all my subjects (including mathematics). On the day my result came out, I wasn't in Jaipur and so my brother went to take my marks-card. He called and shouted because I FAILED and I started crying. Everyone was blaming me and this and that. Then my dad called and he said, "Beta, it's okay, we will do something about this. Let me come to Jaipur first (he was in Itanagar). I was feeling very guilty about my mistake of taking science, not studying and everything. And the thought of suicide came to mind (typical student thought after not digesting failure). Railway tracks were very near to my house and it was a good idea. But, before that, I thought of my dad and how much he loved me and here I am still alive, happy enough and healthy too.
Also, the same day, I had some Samsung's smartphone and I was pissed at myself and then my cousin little brother and I threw the phone on the floor and it broke. It's screen was gone. I get really very angry and either my stuffs or me face the consequences.
Soon after all these dramas, my dad came and we went to my school. We tried to talk to the principal about my future, but we couldn't. They didn't allowed me and my dad to talk to principal and we were only allowed to talk to Vice-Principal. We tried hard to contact the Principal, but he wasn't even ready for it. So, the VP gave me two options. First one was to repeat the class with the same stream and different students (which would make me feel more guilty) and the other one was to repeat the class with different stream. I asked him that, can I take Commerce and be in 12th standard because I had 1 and half months time and I will cover the course. But, he denied. At last, I took Commerce and my dad tried hard in so many different good (reputed) schools for my admission, so that I have not to repeat the same class again. But everyone denied. Some schools didn't wanted me even to repeat the class because "I wasn't intelligent and their schools had some reputation"
My dad said at that time that, "If you take weak student and make them intelligent or at least average student, then it is education. What is the use of taking the smart and studious kid, who already study well?" Isn't this true in our society? Every school, every college wants students who has at least 50% or more percentage in academics. WHY? At one side we say, marks doesn't matter and at the other end, only 90% and above percentile students gets admission in TOP COLLEGES! But today, everything is a part of market and they sell their education to us and we buy it. We all want to go to colleges, whom we pay huge amount of money, who has good reputation, good infrastructure, good facilities and so on.
So, my dad tried for some other good schools through jack (no donation), but it didn't worked out. Thanks to Tagore Public School, Vaishali Nagar, and it's principal to take me as their student though I had to repeat the same class with Commerce stream.
It took me little time to adjust to the school and my class and I made good friends. I started writing some quotes and thoughts on piece of paper. One day, either I showed it to my friend or my friend asked me to show her (I don't remember exactly) and this way my friends encouraged me to write more and in some diary and I continued. It's so good when someone appreciates your work, as it gives us dedication to do that work even more. And thanks to my friends who made me write and gave me the name GOOGLE (I had answers to their questions😂). I used to write for them. I still am in contact with my school friends.
Also, at this time, I became really very serious about studies and I scored 83% in my 11th standard without any tuition and I was kind of famous in my school too (talented I was). This was I continued and I scored 79% in my 12th board exams (without any tuition) and I never looked back and cried about my failure. It was a slap on all the faces who once said bad stuffs to me and my parents.
I still hear taunts from people about my failure. But now I just don't care as I have had enough of it and I answer back, "Isn't it a good thing that I failed because of it I am a WRITER." And people, where do you stand? Are you following your passion at all? I have grown in life and become what not everyone is, where are you in the market place? I am confident about my writing and proud of it (in a positive way). "Gurror nahi Garv hai kudh par."
Hence, Failure made me a writer not an architect😛.
Thank you peeps. Take care and see you soon on my next blog post. 🙏
It's funny now, because it has been 6 years now, since I publicly and properly started writing. Prior to that, I used to write my personal diary (which was my best friend at that time) and then I stopped. All my life, I have been doing this on and off thing. But now things are different. I write something on a daily basis. It may be a small quote or a thought or may be my entire day.
Writing has always helped me to escape from bitter truth of life. When I am angry, I write. When I am happy, I write. When I am upset or feeling low, I write. I am not a person who shares her pain or her feelings or her emotions to anyone (not even my closest friend). I write it and then keep it somewhere no one can read it, I hide it, I lock it. (at least till I'm alive).
So, in the year 2012, I shifted to Jaipur from Itanagar (Capital city of Arunachal Pradesh). I had to choose a stream for my 11th standard. I chose Science because most of my friends took it and I loved doing "Out of the box" thing (I still do) even if I can't (try karne mein kya harz hai?). No one in my family (whom I know at least), took Science as a stream and it was unique thing to do. So, I chose Science with Mathematics (It's in my blood) and I took admission in MGPS, Vidhyadhar Nagar (VDN) which was eventually a girls school.
All my classmates were studious. They were in big institutes like Akash, Allen, etc., who wanted to pursue IIT and become an architect. I also said to myself, I will also become an architect as I can sketch pretty well. I wasn't taking any tuition till then (self-confidence). But as my half-yearly exam's result came out, I failed in most of the subjects (I don't remember precisely though). Then in Parents-Teacher Meeting, my class teacher said that I have to work hard and do something about it and I decided to go for coaching of Chemistry. I took Chemistry classes from one great teacher, with whom I lost contact now (and it's not a good thing to lose such a great teacher). She was very good at the subject and she taught me pretty well. I thought I understood whatever she taught me. I hardly had any friends in class because of being dumb and useless (I feel). I was good at nothing. I missed my friends, at my old school a lot.
I didn't really took SCIENCE seriously and was ignorant of the fact that it will cause me big. I had smartphone also at that time and was busy with every other stuff, but not studies.
Now, here comes the final exams and later it's result. Guess what, I failed miserably. I failed in all my subjects (including mathematics). On the day my result came out, I wasn't in Jaipur and so my brother went to take my marks-card. He called and shouted because I FAILED and I started crying. Everyone was blaming me and this and that. Then my dad called and he said, "Beta, it's okay, we will do something about this. Let me come to Jaipur first (he was in Itanagar). I was feeling very guilty about my mistake of taking science, not studying and everything. And the thought of suicide came to mind (typical student thought after not digesting failure). Railway tracks were very near to my house and it was a good idea. But, before that, I thought of my dad and how much he loved me and here I am still alive, happy enough and healthy too.
Also, the same day, I had some Samsung's smartphone and I was pissed at myself and then my cousin little brother and I threw the phone on the floor and it broke. It's screen was gone. I get really very angry and either my stuffs or me face the consequences.
Soon after all these dramas, my dad came and we went to my school. We tried to talk to the principal about my future, but we couldn't. They didn't allowed me and my dad to talk to principal and we were only allowed to talk to Vice-Principal. We tried hard to contact the Principal, but he wasn't even ready for it. So, the VP gave me two options. First one was to repeat the class with the same stream and different students (which would make me feel more guilty) and the other one was to repeat the class with different stream. I asked him that, can I take Commerce and be in 12th standard because I had 1 and half months time and I will cover the course. But, he denied. At last, I took Commerce and my dad tried hard in so many different good (reputed) schools for my admission, so that I have not to repeat the same class again. But everyone denied. Some schools didn't wanted me even to repeat the class because "I wasn't intelligent and their schools had some reputation"
My dad said at that time that, "If you take weak student and make them intelligent or at least average student, then it is education. What is the use of taking the smart and studious kid, who already study well?" Isn't this true in our society? Every school, every college wants students who has at least 50% or more percentage in academics. WHY? At one side we say, marks doesn't matter and at the other end, only 90% and above percentile students gets admission in TOP COLLEGES! But today, everything is a part of market and they sell their education to us and we buy it. We all want to go to colleges, whom we pay huge amount of money, who has good reputation, good infrastructure, good facilities and so on.
So, my dad tried for some other good schools through jack (no donation), but it didn't worked out. Thanks to Tagore Public School, Vaishali Nagar, and it's principal to take me as their student though I had to repeat the same class with Commerce stream.
It took me little time to adjust to the school and my class and I made good friends. I started writing some quotes and thoughts on piece of paper. One day, either I showed it to my friend or my friend asked me to show her (I don't remember exactly) and this way my friends encouraged me to write more and in some diary and I continued. It's so good when someone appreciates your work, as it gives us dedication to do that work even more. And thanks to my friends who made me write and gave me the name GOOGLE (I had answers to their questions😂). I used to write for them. I still am in contact with my school friends.
Also, at this time, I became really very serious about studies and I scored 83% in my 11th standard without any tuition and I was kind of famous in my school too (talented I was). This was I continued and I scored 79% in my 12th board exams (without any tuition) and I never looked back and cried about my failure. It was a slap on all the faces who once said bad stuffs to me and my parents.
I still hear taunts from people about my failure. But now I just don't care as I have had enough of it and I answer back, "Isn't it a good thing that I failed because of it I am a WRITER." And people, where do you stand? Are you following your passion at all? I have grown in life and become what not everyone is, where are you in the market place? I am confident about my writing and proud of it (in a positive way). "Gurror nahi Garv hai kudh par."
Hence, Failure made me a writer not an architect😛.
Thank you peeps. Take care and see you soon on my next blog post. 🙏
