Author has an identity, which has got
something or other to do with the word “Authority”. That is being an able
person to take up a responsibility of something. And that was the idea that
suddenly dawned upon my mind, and I found that being an author could be the
answer to many of my own questions and lead me towards a better understanding
of life.
The Prelude:
When there was no picture in my mind that
this could be one of the signals that I should write, I was writing. I was
writing at the back of my school exercise books with pencil, and use to rub it
off, before I had to submit it to my teacher, or show it to my mother. Then
there came those attractive diaries with 365 options to write in each, and
those were the days, when so many things crossed the mind of a teenager.
There were plenty of things which I wanted
to tell, but to whom? Was it to my friends, my family? Never. I wanted to tell
those things to myself. There were no target audience, there were no face for
whom I was writing. It was my own mirror, it was my own mind. I had discourse
with myself, I had many things to share with my conscious mind, that was
roaming like a shadow in my unconscious one.
The Interlude:
Gradually I grew up, I came into terms with
myself, that there is no point in keeping things to myself and grudging about
life. To live happily with my own being, I have to come out from my own shell
of privacy, and dare to share my foolish ideas with people around to evaluate
how much foolish I was being. I have to involve my fellow beings into my world
of thought, and there is nothing to feel shy about. The world is a large
canvas, empty for everyone to scratch and paint. We all have the authority to
be an author and paint our mind with words and expressions which is anyway
going to be there in our daily life.
I started answering the questions, by different people, may be only those which had a common thread in my mind. People
started acknowledging my answers to be useful, and I was elated to know that. I
kept it up, and it became like an addiction. This gave birth to another idea,
that why don’t I have a detailed way to say, what I wanted to? Why don’t I
point out the actual point, which generally gets hidden behind the apparent
points? So, I started my own blog, and started writing whatever comes to my
mind.
The Postlude:
I am not an authorized author yet,
but I can’t stop writing and leave the hope of being one. I am ready to keep my
habit of writing as a hobby, even if it doesn’t help me much in filling up my
wallet.
What I feel that an author must be feeling, is contributing in this society few methodologies, which appeared to him or her as the best solutions to some age-old problems, or a viewpoint that could envision a large panorama as well as a microscopic angle to any issue that can cross human mind or overwhelm.
