If you awake....means you were asleep.....
After a long time, today I have opened my blog. The last post dates back in April 2015. After April 2015, I stopped writing. A sudden detachment. As if I had renounced writing forever. Thereafter, although I wrote few short memoirs on a closed Facebook page, which gained fame as well, I did not continue writing, for almost four years. As If I were asleep. Fast asleep. In a deep sleep.
There have been many such pauses since I began writing. As I am not a professional writer, it hardly matters whether I write or if I do not! Ultimately, other than a few money orders of small sums or paltry payments for poetry recitation at Akashvani Kendra, Ambikapur, it gave me nothing. I have a job which gives me a hand some six digit salary, which has given me considerable respect in the professional fraternity, a happy family and so on...But, still, I feel as if there is a gap. I realize that It is not all about money. And that is the time I start writing again.
For a period of my life, when I started earning well, counting money became my favorite pass time. The day began with counting money, and then the noon, the after noon, the twilight, the evening and night....I knew only money... may be I dreamed money in my sleeps as well. Stock market, interest rates, equity and debt and what not. As if I have started to become a financial expert. And one fine morning , I felt that I have no more interest in counting money. So that was not all about money.
I felt a strong urge for writing! So when there is a pause, I rush for writing. Why writing? I often think! No other passion adores me as much as the writing is. Like a shelter. It gives me nothing in return. Just a feeling... of being content... may be it is beyond explanation. Yet, I feel the joy of creation... of giving.. to this world..
I often awake, and feel that I was asleep... fast asleep...
With this I begin writing a series of memoirs, an experience of my past.. which will intrigue you well.. that is my belief....
Padmnabh
After a long time, today I have opened my blog. The last post dates back in April 2015. After April 2015, I stopped writing. A sudden detachment. As if I had renounced writing forever. Thereafter, although I wrote few short memoirs on a closed Facebook page, which gained fame as well, I did not continue writing, for almost four years. As If I were asleep. Fast asleep. In a deep sleep.
There have been many such pauses since I began writing. As I am not a professional writer, it hardly matters whether I write or if I do not! Ultimately, other than a few money orders of small sums or paltry payments for poetry recitation at Akashvani Kendra, Ambikapur, it gave me nothing. I have a job which gives me a hand some six digit salary, which has given me considerable respect in the professional fraternity, a happy family and so on...But, still, I feel as if there is a gap. I realize that It is not all about money. And that is the time I start writing again.
For a period of my life, when I started earning well, counting money became my favorite pass time. The day began with counting money, and then the noon, the after noon, the twilight, the evening and night....I knew only money... may be I dreamed money in my sleeps as well. Stock market, interest rates, equity and debt and what not. As if I have started to become a financial expert. And one fine morning , I felt that I have no more interest in counting money. So that was not all about money.
I felt a strong urge for writing! So when there is a pause, I rush for writing. Why writing? I often think! No other passion adores me as much as the writing is. Like a shelter. It gives me nothing in return. Just a feeling... of being content... may be it is beyond explanation. Yet, I feel the joy of creation... of giving.. to this world..
I often awake, and feel that I was asleep... fast asleep...
With this I begin writing a series of memoirs, an experience of my past.. which will intrigue you well.. that is my belief....
Padmnabh
