Spicy Tales of My Life

I cannot precisely define what it is, the feeling that I go through when I try to write something. It is sort of a pain, definitely not pleasure and requires a lot of effort. But the result that it gives is worth whatever suffering I go through. Finally I decided to be back at the thing that rejuvenates my mind, writing. Though I do not consider myself one of those great writers who are born in this world to create a difference in this world, I more or less only write to create a difference in my life. Writing gives my mind, clarity. I always faced this barrier when I try to communicate my thoughts through voice. For me the precise degree of intelligence behind an idea is very difficult to express. Writing on the other hand is a very seasoned approach where thoughts are moulded and laid down very rationally. This is the reason why I prefer written form of communication over any other.

Though I do not consider myself bad, my writing skills take a plunge when it comes to writing the academic/ professional stuff. I face an utter lack of vocabulary, comprehension and imagination when I have to write something with the very purpose of getting the approval of my professors. Also it may be that it is very difficult to write something that you are not exactly aware of. That is right, I suck at academic stuff. Only if the knowledge is between the ears will it come out. Though not very proud of the fact, I am not one of those who constantly put effort to fill the space between their ears with all the useless information in this world under the illusion of knowledge. Hardly had I found any application of the knowledge that I have acquired over the years since the beginning of my college days in industry or anywhere else in my life. So I stopped acquiring any more of it unless I find any immediate use of it.

Anyways, I am still not sure what message I am trying to convey through this piece of writing. This is the first time that have I ever written something so haphazard. When I started I did not know how it will end but it has to end as I cannot continue to write something aimlessly. The only purpose of writing this piece is only to rejuvenate my habit of writing which I did not encourage for a long time. I hope my next article would have more meaning and would take less of effort to read..