My first placement happened.....and as ever 'words and words are all i have' to express my gratitude to the Almighty...

It was just another day at coll…but for some inexplicable reason,i could see everything brimming with life even in this dreary place(as I preferred to call it).At this juncture of the fall of the summer ,which one can well predict is going to to be as blazing as ever ,I felt as if the picturesque spring has just ushered in.Ohh!what was that?? Have I gone crazy??Hope my senses don’t have plans of playing disloyal to me!…give me a break…no more undermining myself…Afterall,it isn’t actually inexplicable…I think it’s this kind of joy one revels in when in some fleeting moments you come to know ,how your long lived dream has suddenly become a reality… Yes,it was like that…As if every single butterfly in the world found a way inside my stomach.
Though,I was dead out of fatigue,(courtesy the two preceding sleepless nights) I could not take my mind off the results of the interview that was to be declared…sleeping was beyond vicinity).The only question that kept rumbling inside me was, ‘What has He got in store for me this time?’…and there He was with an answer…One of the members of the TCS HR team finally,came up with the final list of selected students…a killing moment indeed for all of us ,as we waited with bated breath to get to hear the very sound of our names.Thank goodness!!,He was with me!..He answered my interrogation with no delay(it’s sometimes great to be one of the ‘As’).I guess mine was the 6th (or was it 7th?) name that was called out…And then it took me a few more moments to get it down my gut.By that time the incredible list of the 129 selected students out of the 194 who cleared the aptitude test had drawn to its close.What followed next is easy to predict…The declaration of the results left the hall burstling with a strange hullabaloo.For it ,consisted of cheers of triumph ,tears of joys and not to forget those poignant ,quiet sobs or may be for some ‘hardys’ it ended with just a sigh of despair.
But miseries apart, I, was on the eleventh heaven trying to get in touch with Him to thank Him for this day..and also for everything He has gifted me so far and the way He has always been with me in the lowest of moments…And here I realized something I once read somewhere but had well forgotten, ‘never say why me? When He tests us with trials.because we don’t ever do the same when he chooses one or maybe some to be blessed with the good things in life.He has enough of laughter and sunshine for each and every one’.
The journey is a long one(joyous of course)…the destination is still out of sight…but its great to reach one milestone…to keep a track of how much I have been able to cover so far and to know how far I still have to go…And getting placed was indeed like reaching at least one of the many milestones that I have to cross…And to all my buddys(no matter how less in number) who couldn’t make it this time all I can say is, ‘don’t loose hope is the moral of the story!’.Afterall,He’s decided the same share of laughter and sunshine for all!!

All about 'Writing'...

Writing about ‘writing’!!

Funny as it may sound ,but let me share( or write?)a few thoughts about “writing” and the ‘writer’ who finds the wastebasket ,his best friend!
Finally….. I realized that this unbeatable tool deployed (or should I say ‘exploited’?) to vent off the wildest of imagination ,ideas,emotions and expressions needs a better acknowledgment. Why don’t our dear writers ever end up writing about ‘writing’ itself?? Writing about stuffs ranging from worth raking up issues to the so-called social taboos find hard escaping the clinche of a the sensitive writer….nonetheless the art of writing still could not lure them. Fine….but since the idea did (ultimately) visit my mind, let me justiciably not let it ebb with the thousands other frivilous ones .

What gives writing an edge over speaking or any other form of expression, for that matter?? Well, this inexperienced little brain is naïve about any hard core theories…. but then, let me try answering…The best part about writing is ,it always succeeds in giving the writer a chance to make his/her point at least once!Isn’t writing like speaking uninterrupted?? I mean, how often do we find people who want to listen to our bla-bla?? Isn’t it always so, that any offbeat issue that we want to be considered, is mercilessly belittled? I must not be mistaken for accusing the listeners. Its just that we don’t have the option of deciding the cogruent listeners and what follows is that we prefer to remain dumb and keep things to our inner being .But according to Carlos Fuentes ,writing is a struggle against silence. And here’s where the writer wins. Everything that is on his mind is also in black and white. What more?? He never fails winning over a chunk of fascinated lot who are ever willing to give ears to him. There definitely exists another race of those who don’t miss on lambasting a writer’s view, but only after going through the inscription once!! And who cares afterall, because by then the author has already made his point. Moreover, if at all ,there is an ‘anti-view’ the confrontation also proceeds in a the much likeable , decent non-violent and the ‘holding-no-hard-feelings’ way ,that is, through writing.
Shakespear said ‘mercy’ to be ‘doubly-blessed’(for blessing the one who shows mercy as well as the one who receives it.) .So why can’t the art of writing earn a similar praise? For, writing entertains those who do it and also those who read it! It certainly is a doubly-blessed art. And adding yet another feather to its cap, it can also be considered as an antidote to every ailment with the immense diversity of the product of the art that is available. We have all kinds of writers whose works can be rightly described as ‘a heart-warmer’, ‘a mood-chiller’, ‘a wound-healer’, ‘an true-guide’ ,‘a support-in-times-of-strife’, ‘a worthy-companion’….and what not?
Man aspired to capture the images of certain moments in life,so that ,they last not just for a split second ,but a lifetime.Technologists breathed life to this dream by inventing cameras. So why would the writer lag behind in lending a helping hand when man endeavoured to make some invaluable thoughts tangible and immortal.
Well said, that Writing is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living.The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.
The act of putting the pen on paper causes a pause for reflections and makes us more familiar with life itself!!