Gerald D'Cunha

“H i Sir,” It was my student, the 17-year-old Namita*. She was a shy girl and rarely texted me, unless it was something important and urgent. So, seeing this crypt ‘Hi Sir’ message, I replied to her, “Hi Namita, want to say something?” “Yes Sir,” Namita replied, “I read (your) today’s Blog. It’s so deep and amazing… It makes me write again.” I was curious when I read what the young one was saying, “It makes me write again”. I wrote, “Namita, why do you say ‘It makes me write again’?” “Sir, I used to write in a private book,” explained the young girl, “but, my parents confiscated it!” “HaHa… They must’ve got scared!” I teased the young one, “But, jokes apart, if your heart wants to express through writing, you should listen to your heart, and write.” W riting our notes, literally, means baring our soul. I have been writing – I still call them my ‘scribblings’ – since I was this young girl’s age, 17. And, I remember why I started doing it: I ...

I n my last Blog, I wrote about two young girls, who found great joy in writing their Notes in their journal. Their writing came in the form of little poems… which I always call ‘scribbling’. Invariably, the young ones scribbled most of these Notes when they were sad, worried, afraid, confused and weighed down by regrets, shame or guilt. Actually, to their age, these moments of sadness and conflict were natural… But, being extremely sensitive and alive to life-situations, these young ones would capture these feelings and express them through their writings… As I, too, had started writings similarly almost at the same tender age, I could easily relate to these young ones… M y last Blog was about the pure joy a young one would derive through the process of self-expression and, how, slowly, the desire to ‘go big’ – publish, monetize, become famous and so on – would creep in. Though such desire also is natural, my emphasis in my last Blog was, that a young one should...