Time was flying. I was doing my first year P.U. That was the day when my Kannada professor called me and informed that I have to compete for the state level intercollegiate poetry competition. He had pinned big hopes on me .I could not deny. So I agreed.
I had written a poem named Yakshprashna (A question that has no answer). But the way I involved myself for those 25 lines was something different. When I gave the copy of my poem to my professor he was totally dumbstruck. He just could not believe his eyes. After all it was something like even a professor could not immediately reach to the depth, which I had expressed in those 25 lines.
The wonderful Sanskrit words along with rhyme magic made that poem very special (I am not praising myself here but that was the fact) I don’t know how it became so wonderful. The one and only one thing I know about myself is when I decide to get the best out of me, I completely forget everything. Time, energy, surroundings. I can go to any extent until I finish it. That’s why sometimes even today when I am totally involved in my work my younger sister makes fun of me saying that I am an absent minded professor.
But that is what I am when I am at my work, I become deaf to for the world’s sounds, I become blind towards the people of the world .Just mere concentration on my work and never lose my patience and that’s my plus point!
The next month had passed like a dream. I did not get any reply by the organizers .I had a doubt whether they understood my poem or not. Trust me. My Kannada hand writing is really wonderful .I had only doubt with the top class words, which were very rare and hard to see in present Kannada literature.
Our exams got over. It was April then. We had got holidays and as per expectation I had got first rank with 92% percentage. On the other hand I had joined a limited company as an executive where I had a good scope of working part time along with my studies.
I didn’t stop my story writing .I don't know why ,right from my 12th age I was labeled as writer Hari in our village . It was natural to get such label, as I was a regular writer for the leading news paper (daily) every week. But till the next two years I had not revealed to the editor about my exact age. I was just sending the articles through post. It was appearing every week without fail.
The story Sneham was shaping up in a very wonderful way, as I had time to think and write. In such a case suddenly I received a letter from those organizers of poetry competition. I was very curious.
When I opened and read the letter I just could not believe my eyes. I was the winner at the state level! Among more than 1645 poems my work was chosen as the best and I was invited to receive the prizes and the first copy of my own poem’s published book.
What better I could ask for? I was on cloud nine. Wish I had my professor with me today to share this nice moment of my student life.
But the tragedy of my life is, I am a bit different from others. When I am alone I feel like I should be in the middle of the crowd. And when I am with the crowd I feel like I should be alone.
The bad thing is, I don’t enjoy the little pleasures in life. In fact not even the big moments as well! I just take it as usual and normal. Normally I don’t get excited. Don’t know why?
But mean while in my story Sneham my hero Priyatam reflects a complete reverse attitude. He enjoys each and every small pleasure in life that makes this life very beautiful. In fact at one situation he says these words to heroine Shanti, ‘Some of the best moments in life are... listening to the rain outside, thinking about the person you love, finding money in a pair of old jeans just when you need it, giggling over silly jokes, taking a long drive on a calm road, holding hands with your friends, when your eyes fill with tears after a laugh’. And then she realises what she was missing so far in her life.
Yes. I feel like Priyatam was none other my inner soul! My previous bitter experience’s sweet outcome! He was a perfect picture of my thoughts, which I could not involve in myself so easily.
If I am I a pro-active minded then Priyatam is Positive minded!
If I neglect small pleasures of life then Priyatam enjoys them!
If I hate smoking, Priyatam loves it till one stage!
If I don’t trust anyone, Priyatam trusts everyone! If I don’t eat much, Priyatam loves to eat!
If I don’t love to sleep and want to be awake almost 20hours in a day, Priyatam loves to sleep!
If I don’t like cracking jokes, Priyatam loves to crack jokes!
If I cannot become friendly with everyone, Priyatam becomes friendly with everyone!
If I think ‘love is absolute false and mean’, Priyatam believes if there is something which is absolutely altruism then it is pure love!
Even though I love kids, I think again before going and embracing them as everyone may look at me with strange eyes but Priyatam just forget others and become a kid among kids!
All together Priyatam was personified by my heart, a complete character, which I wanted to see within myself very soon by over coming all those previous bitter experiences. All those unfilled desire formed that dream character called Priyatam! I started to fill all those wonderful qualities to the role, which should make that role perfect.
On the other hand Shanti was the reflection of my mind. A bundle of questions!
The story was something like the conversation between my mind and the heart. When my mind would ask question heart would try to answer it. Quiet fishy but it was very tough to write, as I had to think a lot for every situation.
In movies there will be an actor, actresses but in writers world there is only one person. He is only the director, actor, actress, villain, comedian, music everything. It’s not easy as we think, especially when you try to give you best.
And here, I was doing that attempt but whenever I wrote the words of my heart in the form of Priyatam, I had a gut feel that it is just a character, which is restricted to this story, he is not in real. There cannot be any Priyatam in this world who was incarnated as my inner thoughts. All those moments he was just my soul who was embodied in my heart by the bitter experience of my previous life to lead my future life.
For me his incarnation itself was an inspiration!
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I had written a poem named Yakshprashna (A question that has no answer). But the way I involved myself for those 25 lines was something different. When I gave the copy of my poem to my professor he was totally dumbstruck. He just could not believe his eyes. After all it was something like even a professor could not immediately reach to the depth, which I had expressed in those 25 lines.
The wonderful Sanskrit words along with rhyme magic made that poem very special (I am not praising myself here but that was the fact) I don’t know how it became so wonderful. The one and only one thing I know about myself is when I decide to get the best out of me, I completely forget everything. Time, energy, surroundings. I can go to any extent until I finish it. That’s why sometimes even today when I am totally involved in my work my younger sister makes fun of me saying that I am an absent minded professor.
But that is what I am when I am at my work, I become deaf to for the world’s sounds, I become blind towards the people of the world .Just mere concentration on my work and never lose my patience and that’s my plus point!
The next month had passed like a dream. I did not get any reply by the organizers .I had a doubt whether they understood my poem or not. Trust me. My Kannada hand writing is really wonderful .I had only doubt with the top class words, which were very rare and hard to see in present Kannada literature.
Our exams got over. It was April then. We had got holidays and as per expectation I had got first rank with 92% percentage. On the other hand I had joined a limited company as an executive where I had a good scope of working part time along with my studies.
I didn’t stop my story writing .I don't know why ,right from my 12th age I was labeled as writer Hari in our village . It was natural to get such label, as I was a regular writer for the leading news paper (daily) every week. But till the next two years I had not revealed to the editor about my exact age. I was just sending the articles through post. It was appearing every week without fail.
The story Sneham was shaping up in a very wonderful way, as I had time to think and write. In such a case suddenly I received a letter from those organizers of poetry competition. I was very curious.
When I opened and read the letter I just could not believe my eyes. I was the winner at the state level! Among more than 1645 poems my work was chosen as the best and I was invited to receive the prizes and the first copy of my own poem’s published book.
What better I could ask for? I was on cloud nine. Wish I had my professor with me today to share this nice moment of my student life.
But the tragedy of my life is, I am a bit different from others. When I am alone I feel like I should be in the middle of the crowd. And when I am with the crowd I feel like I should be alone.
The bad thing is, I don’t enjoy the little pleasures in life. In fact not even the big moments as well! I just take it as usual and normal. Normally I don’t get excited. Don’t know why?
But mean while in my story Sneham my hero Priyatam reflects a complete reverse attitude. He enjoys each and every small pleasure in life that makes this life very beautiful. In fact at one situation he says these words to heroine Shanti, ‘Some of the best moments in life are... listening to the rain outside, thinking about the person you love, finding money in a pair of old jeans just when you need it, giggling over silly jokes, taking a long drive on a calm road, holding hands with your friends, when your eyes fill with tears after a laugh’. And then she realises what she was missing so far in her life.
Yes. I feel like Priyatam was none other my inner soul! My previous bitter experience’s sweet outcome! He was a perfect picture of my thoughts, which I could not involve in myself so easily.
If I am I a pro-active minded then Priyatam is Positive minded!
If I neglect small pleasures of life then Priyatam enjoys them!
If I hate smoking, Priyatam loves it till one stage!
If I don’t trust anyone, Priyatam trusts everyone! If I don’t eat much, Priyatam loves to eat!
If I don’t love to sleep and want to be awake almost 20hours in a day, Priyatam loves to sleep!
If I don’t like cracking jokes, Priyatam loves to crack jokes!
If I cannot become friendly with everyone, Priyatam becomes friendly with everyone!
If I think ‘love is absolute false and mean’, Priyatam believes if there is something which is absolutely altruism then it is pure love!
Even though I love kids, I think again before going and embracing them as everyone may look at me with strange eyes but Priyatam just forget others and become a kid among kids!
All together Priyatam was personified by my heart, a complete character, which I wanted to see within myself very soon by over coming all those previous bitter experiences. All those unfilled desire formed that dream character called Priyatam! I started to fill all those wonderful qualities to the role, which should make that role perfect.
On the other hand Shanti was the reflection of my mind. A bundle of questions!
The story was something like the conversation between my mind and the heart. When my mind would ask question heart would try to answer it. Quiet fishy but it was very tough to write, as I had to think a lot for every situation.
In movies there will be an actor, actresses but in writers world there is only one person. He is only the director, actor, actress, villain, comedian, music everything. It’s not easy as we think, especially when you try to give you best.
And here, I was doing that attempt but whenever I wrote the words of my heart in the form of Priyatam, I had a gut feel that it is just a character, which is restricted to this story, he is not in real. There cannot be any Priyatam in this world who was incarnated as my inner thoughts. All those moments he was just my soul who was embodied in my heart by the bitter experience of my previous life to lead my future life.
For me his incarnation itself was an inspiration!
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'Incarnation of Inner Thought' - Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIn life, we generally do not relish what we are, certain times. Result is, either the heroes in our story or our own CHILDREN in real life become what we really want to be !