How I started writing...

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I read somewhere- " A successful writer is an amateur who didn't quit writing."

I consider myself an immature writer (a budding blogger I use sometimes).
Occasionally I find people who ask me - How I started writing?
I find an incident worth sharing as a reply that gave words to my imagination.

Nature made me a right-handed verbose(nothing to be hyped about).
Somewhere between learning how to write alphabets to a huge mashup of vocabulary comprising Hindi, English, Kumaoni, Urdu, Punjabi, Bhojpuri and some meaningless (yet meaningful) slangs those crawled in my life, I developed a love for literature.

Apart from this till the incident to me writing meant- writing, handwriting, cursive writing, etc. but nothing like creative writing. And that day all of a sudden it changed my perception for W.R.I.T.I.N.G (It wasn't a word now).

I was in class 10th (September 2007) and one day out of boredom I wrote a few lines and then added another to rhyme them. Within minutes a poem (so-called) was shaped. I would have never realized it if one of my friends (classmate) who saw it, snatched my copy and showed it to our English teacher Mr. Yaad Ram Singh Yadav (unique name) who was our class teacher too.

As it is said- "Nature plans everything", he read it, smiled and some of my classmates surrounding him laughed looking at me. About me, I was red angry and embarrassed. It was a silly rearrangement of words (that time I felt so) and I was planning to take its revenge, my only weapon- I was the class monitor.
(Tu class ke baad mil mujko.)

To my surprise, sir called me there and I had to go. Moving in slow steps I was like Gosh! If only I could disappear or ran out of the class to save myself from all the embarrassment that was on the way.
"Yes Sir", I said.
"Have you written this?" he asked.
I nodded failing to raise my head and see him.
"It's pretty good! You write so well, the poem is funny indeed. Just keep writing and next time if you write something, show me."
This is what I could actually listen to and retain because I was thrilled, electrified & didn't expect this kind of response from him.

He was my favorite and the most elderly and respected teacher of our school. His words were resonating in my mind in the background and I was pretending to listen to him.

Anyways he concluded and I came back to my seat. I looked at my copy and reread my poem. I found it quite funny this time. (I know it has been hyped too much. I am sharing the link for you to read it. It was my first creation so unconditionally special ๐Ÿ˜ƒ)
You may like - My first poem (A Nightmare)

Sometimes we people just need a handful of constructive words, call it praise, motivation, positive criticism, or anything that has the potential to push us to the heights unconquered.
Had he not motivated me I would have turned that page unnoticed and the chapter would close there that day. Perhaps I would not be writing and sharing this experience with you. Nevertheless, it was a blessing in disguise.

After that, I wrote a few poems and showed him. Every time I was motivated and had a pressure (positive) to perform well and stand up to his expectations & mine too.
He even asked me if I wanted to publish them, he could talk to some newspaper editors. That saying was enough for me, I seriously don't have words to thank him.
I haven't heard from him since 2008. I hope you are fine sir! If any of my schoolmates know about him, please convey my message to him. (or share the link with him)

"Thanks a lot, sir!
I have learnt a lot from you. You are always remembered as a great teacher and a mentor to me. My creativity owes to you and has flourished because of your constructive words and motivation. (Miles to go before I sleep...)
Wish you good health and happiness!"

Lastly, I believe-
Always try to uplift people, if it is not possible by any other means, your words can help them to grow. You never know how your little motivation is going to make their day and create wonders.

P.S. Anyone can write.
I will improve my writings further.
Special mention and thanks to Himanshu Gupta. (the guy who showed my poem to sir)๐Ÿ˜ƒ

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  1. UnknownFriday, August 18, 2017

    Anesthetic!!!
    Seriously, the spark in ur writings is simply amzing.
    The framework of words, phrase is unique indeed.
    Its so mesmerisng. Well done.๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘

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  2. UnknownFriday, August 18, 2017

    Besides dat thanx to d guy who snathced dat notebook cz dat was d turning point and also cz of dat v can see such beauty of literature.
    Well u were lucky to have YRSY ๐Ÿค—sir as such cz evry1 doesnt gets d support which he showed twrds ur talent.
    Nd well said miles to go...keep it up n keep writing.
    Stay blessed!

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  3. The Lost MeFriday, August 18, 2017

    Thanks a lot dear.
    I totally agree with you that I was lucky to have a teacher like him. (Hope sir don't mind the fancy abbreviation YRSY๐Ÿ˜)
    About that guy, he is Himanshu my classmate, hope when he reads this post, he identifies himself.๐Ÿ˜

    Keep Supporting! Your wishes are all I need... ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

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