.As I was getting ready and stuffing things into my bag , I was excited. About the whole "Creative Writing". I hardly took a bite of my sandwich and ran out on the fear of being late for my first class. I was joined by a frantic-looking Vishal who was muttering and swearing under his breath. The moment I steeped inside the Workshop , I was completely blown away. It was artistically done and had huge Victorian windows and the bean bags of different colors were bathed in the sunlight. I was seeing such a place for the first time.
The gorgeous receptionist , batted her eyelids and issued our passes and an ID card. We could hardly contain our excitement and wishing each other all the best wishes , we parted to different floors. When I saw the Creative Writing Department , I was again baffled. The room literally had no walls. Every inch of it was covered with posters , collages and what not. It was like a million colors was exploded right there. And an entire wall was covered with World Classics. (If there is a heaven on earth , it should be here.)
But when I searched for my fellow mates , I could spot only........well , 2 guys- Deepak and Avinash (You know , I did remember someone back home who was very dear to me..:D) We said our "hi-hellos-names-where are you from" and took our respective seats. And then came "The MENTOR". I had expected a middle-aged man with glasses and somber look. But in came another guy who looked 19 or 20. At first , I thought he was going to take the seat among us , but no , he just stood there and grinned goofily.
"Hey There!!". He said cheerfully. "I'm going to be your mentor for the following Session. I'm Keshav and please don't bother to call me Sir. I'm (Please , please.....Don't tell me you are 16 or 17!) just 20!!!!!(phew!)".
"Last year , we had no applicants for the Creative Writing. This year , we had 5 and only 3 turned up. Let's see how long you last."
"Take the sheets and your pen and let your words tumble on. Write whatever you want to. No restrictions and don't even bother about the grammar. Just write what is there in your heart."
I took out the paper and pen and just .........sat there staring at it. I had NOTHING to write. NOT -A-DAMN-THING. I had many thoughts racing , but sadly I couldn't even pen down one. Deepak And Avinash were done with two papers and I sat there like an idiot. Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes as I saw Keshav approaching me.
"Hey , What happened??". He asked.
"I can't write. I can't even pen down a word." I said meekly. I expected him to ask me "Then why on earth are you here."
"Its alright. Have a glass of water and come back . Then why don't you write about why do you want to write?"
Why do I want to write? I asked myself. Millions of answers popped in my head. I smiled and took the pen . Words tumbled out.
"I write when I'm happy. Because only words can express how much I'm ecstatic inside. I write when I'm sad. Because words always show me a way out of my blue-zone. I write when I have to vent my anger. Because ,at the end of the day , it helps me a great deal to calm myself. I write when I have to be in peace with myself. I write when all the contradictions in this world cloud my mind. I write as a way of escape from the conflicts of my inner mind. I write when I feel over-joyed. I write when I'm crest-fallen. I write when I'm about to quit. I write when I feel like I'm going to scale new heights. I write when I want to think clearly. Because where the world ends , my words begin."
That was just the introduction. It took me an hour and 5 pages to feel satisfied with myself. When I handed over my work to Keshav , I felt REAL GOOD. Like I did something that was worth my time. This was one of those million times when I felt like I was going to quit. But , I'm glad I stuck by my rule of "Winners never quit and Quitters never win."
I don't know when I'm pop in here for the next time.
But till then ,
LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!
This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D
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