The Light

I woke up with the chill of the morning crashing my bones. I wanted to slumber deep with the warmth of the bedsheets and the double pillows around me. It really feels good on a freezing friday morning. However there is always something rather impulsive that makes me do things that I would not usually do.

So, yes, I rubbed my eyes, took a very warm and comfy shower on the bath tub. Just when I was drying my lusts with a towel, I grabbed the newspaper and started to check through.
Yes, it was 30th June 2007 the day that changed my life like nothing else in this world. While carrying out the screening process, I was both petrified and startled when I saw my name under a write-up on their Thursday magazine. It was something that my eyes and my sentiments did not feel like believing.

Finally I realized about the competition that I've read about and that my sole work was on print. For a petite girl who had little acknowledgment towards her meager talent, it was something out of the world. I was a person, who never knew that she would wake up one morning to adage all those things that were made possible. The dream that she had seen was realized. Right at that moment, when people really appreciated my work on print and calls came in, i felt powerful enough to be heard with a very bold voice and an intention to be what I have admired in people for so elongated a phase.

I was only maybe 13 back then. I might have grown too little by age, but my subconscious and conscious mind is ever more firm and with time it develops me into a more matured, sophisticated and admirable personality. Today, I know that all the dreams, all the fairy tales about life is made possible only by we ourselves since we sustain and create our own lucks. Like John Lock said in Lost, "There is nothing called luck. We make our own lucks". I'm nothing short of a devotee to my religion, but I believe, the small things that shape our life in the longer run is solely on the hands of ourselves only.

While I am writing this piece today, alot of things empowers my already crammed mind. There are so many things which wants me to stop writing this piece and move on to more important things of life. But for me the most pivotal aspect of life is finding myself, finding my voice, finding my belief, finding the reason of my existence in such a complicated world. Some day, some time, writing had been my life. I had written so many pieces at a day, when I was disenchanted, when I was jovial, when no one lend an ear. I had talked about so many things, from life to death, to happiness and fulfillment. What holds me back today?

I myself am holding my inner voice back. I feel afraid to write even two single words now because it seems I no longer have that power in my voice. My problem is that I am no longer devoted towards my work, towards that thing that contends my soul. The time of my leisure I choose to spent it watching The Pirates of the Caribbean or 50 First Dates rather than writing a poem about the tough ride that i'm riding. I'm much to conscious about other factors of life rather than just letting my inner self flow and make something ugly, but it would be flamboyant for at least me.

When I was 12 year old I had read somewhere a few lines said by the greatest English writers of all era, William Shakespeare. He said, "Be not afraid of greatness. Some people are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them". I then had the revelation that I wanted to be somebody great but what did i not reckon what that all of us are great beings. We are great because every time we loose we have that jot of energy called spirit that makes us utter, "Yah I'll try tomorrow". We are great, because every time we come out on the battlefield of life we have dare to face the challenges that come along. We are great because we believe in our potential and our hard work to make it all work.

I have taken the courage to come and write up a piece. I know, I have done a great job and i give my very own self a standing ovation for standing up for something that I have invariably wanted to do. I am not that good, today, but I with my persistent hard work will make the writer in me come out. It's never too late before you realize that sometimes life's tricky challenges may let you fall, but a champion is one who wakes up when he can be better asleep.

This day, this moment, this words and this naive me- is a toast to the beginning of a hard time that I will be having bringing back the post-me, but believe me, there's so much of hope and possible enthusiasm after that.