Why do you write so much every day? What do you get from it? Who do you think read it? Why do you waste your time? Why can’t you put your writings in books and sell, make big money? Youngsters are not interested in your ‘serious’ stuff. Why are you not on Facebook? Do your wife and son read what you write?
A day doesn’t pass without at least one or two these kind of questions and suggestions coming my way… Yes, from some of my closest people. They love me so much… that they really want me to make 'big' money and 'big' name from my writings… they want me to write to the gallery ; and ,yes, they don 't like to see me 'wasting' my time! And, I forgot the important thing: they want me to write only those things which my wife and son would read!
I have been writing like this – in my diaries and now on my Blog – for over three decades, now… ever since I landed in this beautiful city.
Why do I write so much?
Because, it makes me feel
good about myself...
and, it makes me feel
Who do I think read it?
Well, at least half-a-dozen, every day... I hope so! And, they tell me that they love it… find it very useful.
I have some proofs.
Two days back, I wrote a piece by the title: ‘Who Killed Hitler?’ It was about the futility of being consumed by our anger and hatred. “Hatred is like fire,” I had stressed, “It consumes you before it consumes the one who you hate.”
Last night, my colleague and a dear friend Soniya has sent a comment after reading it. Here it is:
As I was reading this article, tears rolled down my eyes
As I could relate to it so so so much…
It came at the very right time – I am going through this phase…
Thanks a million Sir for writing it.
“YOU SAVED ME BEFORE MY ANGER COULD CONSUME ME!”
Thank you Sir for this enlightenment.
Does anybody read my posts?
At least Soniya does!
Am I wasting my time?
Well, did Jesus Christ waste His? Gautama Buddha His? Tendulkar his? Socrates his? Shakespeare his? Steve Jobs his? M.F. Hussein his?
Very dear people in the lives of these ‘Great’ souls did think it was all a royal waste of time!
So, mine too must be!
Will I be a Christ or a Shakespeare or a Tendulkar or a Hussein or Steve Jobs?
That question never was, is or will be mine! That will never me my concern!
My wife’s cousin, Sunita, and her lovely daughter Benita love my writings and they do tell me that. On this 12th, Sunita and her gentleman-hubby Benjamin will be celebrating their silver wedding. And, for me the icing on the cake is: They want me to raise a toast for them on their big day!
Well, Sunita and Benjamin, even before the big moment comes, let me raise this toast, today:
“That’s the greatest wealth I have amassed from my daily writings… That, some , like you , consider me to be worthy of wishing well in their life!”
And, early last morning, my well-wisher Cicie sent me this Good-morning message:
“Praise the Lord,
For, your writings give Glory to God!”
Who reads my writings?
Well, some do.
What difference does it make to me?
If only I could explain!
Pic.: VIVEK D’CUNHA