Why Do I Write?

Lets talk about why I write today.

In my previous post I  talked about my school’s camp and a ‘Personality Pageant’ I participated in there. For better insight into today’s post you can check that post out here.

In the question-answer round of the Personality Pageant, I was asked several questions whilst on stage. Most had to do with this blog, writing and reading. One of them, which completely shook me up for a minute there was such a seemingly obvious, easy yet such a profound ,delving-into-my-very soul kind of question. That very simple question asked by one of the judges was, “Why do you write?”

Now, why do I write? It’s not like it’s as essential to me as breathing or I have a message to deliver to the world. Nor do I have that interesting a life nor extraordinary experiences to talk about.I’m as normal as it gets and my life is very usual and perfectly ordinary. Then , the question again is, why do I write?

The first thing that came in my head when I heard that question was a glimpse from my childhood, when I was 9-10 years old and the biggest tragedy  for me was my best friend revealing my very very confidential ‘secret’ to someone else. I remembered how when tragedy struck,  I had, feeling utter betrayal, after tearing up in front of my mother, grabbed a sheet of paper, a pencil and wrote about the incident, how I felt, the sadness and the trauma I was feeling. And, I remember feeling so so much better. Then, It became a practise, good days I wrote about in my journal, bad days I let out my emotions on a sheet of paper, crumpled it up and threw it away. Writing was and remains my therapy, words my solace and pen and paper my best friends.

I wrote because it made me happy, it made me feel better and it made me, as a person, better. I have always been quite a chatterbox and my friends honestly(Not without proof) believe that I can talk about anything and everything for hours. Writing gave me a medium to express all my thoughts and opinions in another manner, like dancing, singing (To myself), drawing and other things have been for me always. It was fuel and motivation for the creativity in me, which in all honesty, is one of the things I value in others and myself the most. Put creativity, imagination and  crazy ideas all together and you’re already my best friend.

I  realised I write because I find expressing myself as essential as breathing and wish to leave a message for the world, something which I learn over my lifetime and leave for the future generations.I wish to have a life interesting enough to write about and have extraordinary experiences. I write because I wish to be something beyond the usual ,something more than perfectly ordinary.

With all this running in my head in a fraction of seconds, I heard myself saying,” I write to, in simple words, express myself. I consider myself a creative person with a lot of thoughts, opinions and emotions, expressing which is imperative for me. Therefore, writing for me, is one of my favourite mediums to speak my heart out, express my creativity and offer a little piece of myself to the world.”

 

 

Surprise,Surprise.

Lets talk about surprises today.

Humans are vastly interesting and fairly amusing creatures. No other mammal, forget organism would like a surprise, being caught off guard, having something apart from normal happen to them. Their reaction would be the usual, fight or flight that they’re wired with since birth. Then why, we, the inhabitants of the same planet as them, love surprises, adore them and work so hard for them?

I had this question answered for me yesterday when my friends and family threw me a splendid and out-of-the-world surprise birthday party. The moment I entered home and they all yelled ‘Surprise!’ started a chain of emotions inside me, too many altogether, that I attempt to dissect today.

The first thing I did was put my hands to my face, the remnants of the fight or flight reaction, the sign of my ancestry. Then, I blinked and asked my mother, ‘Is this for real?’ that is  I was shocked, stunned. Once reassured, I laughed mostly out of happiness but also due to the traces of disbelief still remaining. Then, it hit me that all these people loved me enough to put so much time, energy and effort into me. At that point I hugged my sister, I was so elated. Then with a smile that just refused to leave my face simply due to the fact that I felt overwhelmed, loved and blessed I proceeded with the treasure hunt my friends set me to find my gifts.

It was a great hunt that led me to truly amazing and very thoughtful gifts and my happiness went up several notches. Through a video, a photo collage and two cakes (both of which are featured in the pictures below) I’d reached a level of delight beyond explaining.

Here’s a big thank you to all of them for making yesterday one of the best days of the life and making me turn 17 in style. This is also announcing that each and every one of you is awesome, in every sense of the word(Not as much as me, to say the truth) Thank you for making me feel so grateful, blessed and appreciated.This is also a thanks to everyone who wished me here on the blog and on my email, your wishes made my day much much more brighter.

Now, in all honesty, I, the person who always has too much to say, has no words to explain what I felt and continue to feel. This is a rare phenomena, so behold and congratulations!

In conclusion, to answer my first question, why do humans love surprises? Surprise someone you love and you’ll know inside, get surprised and you’ll realise.