I guess from the title of this blog, you might think that this should be my first blog. Am I doing this to get attention from people? If so, then I might have choose some other ways like photography, painting, quotes, video editing, memes or some other which will drag attention. A very few people have the mind to read what I write or what anyone writes. A very few people have the habit of reading books. Then why choose writing a blog? Am I good at it? No. I am very bad at English. I don’t know much about grammar.
It all started when I was in 10th standard. Our school principal used to teach ‘English’ for 10th standard students alone. She was very strict, and we were afraid of her. But she was the one who inspired me to write. Have you ever been in a class, where there would be literally pin-drop silence? I have been there. It was our English class. She would be asking questions randomly and when we don’t answer she’ll get extremely angry. We couldn’t predict the outcome of her anger. My book will be filled with meanings of the words expect for the words like articles and pronouns. My book would be a mess scrbilled with meanings and answers for the questions she might ask. The anger in her eyes when we don’t answer will frighten me more than anything else. During exams, she would ask us to write answer for ‘paragraph questions’ on our own. If she found out we refered any guide books for our answers, then we are dead according to her words. So, I bought a new note and started writing answers for the questions in the way she taught us and not in the way the ‘key answers’ were given. I wrote those answers in the first test she conducted and when she gave me the paper, she was mad at my answers. She said,”Don’t write like this. Your answers are not good.” I was so sad and I made corrections in my notebook for the answers by seeing the corrections she made in my answer sheet. Next exam, I got better marks than the first exam. No one would get past 80 marks with her correction. Getting 90 marks was some kind of greatest achievement in our school when she was the one correcting our papers. We could easily get 90 plus marks when some other teachers corrected it. She made it difficult for us to score. But I liked English exam more than anything else. I bought 2 dictionaries from my relative, a thesarus and a pocket dictionary from ‘book expo’. I would sit down with two of the same text book, one would be filled with meanings, idioms and phrases and grammar syntax which I wrote it down with the refernce from the above mentioned resources and another one would be a plain textbook and every other materials around me. I write down answers for hours. I write till I get a satisfying answer to the question. When I did that, I realised I felt more happy writing than anything else. I had no other hobby’s then, I did’nt even read other books than my textbooks. I got good marks in English during my school education after that. But my principal would be so mad at me now. I have lost all my knowledge on grammar, vocabulary( I forgot the spelling for most of the words). If you have ever read my blogs, you would have found so many spelling mistakes, grammar errors and sentence formation blunders. But I wrote despite all my mistake because everytime I write, I feel like I am doing something which I love.
Many of us would something but we don’t do it often. This lockdown has been an amazing period for people like us. People who loved cooking, got their hands dirty try cooking. I saw many new youtube pages, instagram pages, blogs in the last 5 or 6 months. We finally took our first steps. But we are not bold enough to make it our professions.
You may be a person who likes to write like me, you may even have your own blog with quite a few readers but we did not or will not choose writing as our profession. You may be a photographer with excellent skills, but that is not your profession. You just post it on social medias, get featured in pages and to the maximum extent participate in competitions( only during college). You may have the excellent artistic skills like painting, singing, dancing but you are not an artist by profession. You may love to cook and your food is way better than any hotels, but you are not a cook or baker by profession. But why? Why are we not choosing something we love as our profession?
It is because we do not accept a profession that has nothing to do with intelligence obtained through education from college or from coaching centers. We dignify a job that will give us salary where we have to sit before a computer in a well air-conditioned room. It may be an IT job or banking job, when it has the job security then we opt for a government job. When you come from a poor family, then the society is ready to appreciate the physical work you do. When you are poor and have excellent artistic skills, they are ready to do media coverage on you with the headlines “Coming from a poor background, this boy/ girl proved nothing can stop them from creating art and earn from it.” But when you are not poor, they ask you “What is the problem with you? Have you not studied properly in college? I will recommend you to this job. Don’t dance/sing/paint/take photos/ write to earn money. What will people say? They will think ill of your family and your parents. Do this as a hobby and not a profession. First complete your college and get a good job.” When you say that what you are doing pays you more, they say dignity is first and what we do is more important than how much we earn. But when you are in a job which they say like where you have to do nothing but stress out, they ask you about getting a high paying job than this.
It might seem I am getting off the topic but it is relevant. I write because I am not have this as my profession but I love writing. I can not do anything about the problems we have in our society or how people feel about me but I can always express in some form. I choose writing. When I die, my writing will be my legacy which I leave behind. I may not be good at it but I doing it gives me the happiness which nothing else can give me.
Love,Priya.
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