I am not a writer, but that doesn't stop me from writing.This thing called self gratification makes me take up the pen,now and then.Sometimes I have no clue as to what to write.Yet,there is an invisible force that eggs me on.
Darkness suits me,therefore i favour the hours of the night to ink my thoughts.I have no delusions about my writing prowess,and so,quite naturally don't expect rave reviews.Having said that,it would'nt do you any harm if you could kindly,skim the words and express your honest opinion.Constructive criticism is more than welcome and if the writing deserves it,appreciation is a little more than welcome!
I have always been an avid reader.I cultivated the habit at a very tender age,thanks to my sister.She was and still is,a voracious reader.One of the most vivid memories of my growing up years, was eagerly waiting to reach school to be able to exchange books with my friends.Like every other kid,I cut my teeth on Nancy Drew and Enid Blyton.Then graduated to Mills & Boon and gradually stepped into the so called 'forbidden' territories of James Hadley Chase ,Harrold Robbins et all.But the thrill of reading Mills & Boon surpassed all other.The world, for a bunch of 14/15 year old girls,was as rosy as it could get.The budding interest in the opposite sex,made these romantic novels all the more appealing.Over the years,the literary taste has undergone a sea change,but,silly as it may seem,somewhere along the way M & Bs have retained their place in some corner of the heart.I am yet to outgrow them!
However,with the passing years, academics took precedence. For obvious reasons had to take a raincheck on reading 'other' books.But ,it was not like i was totally cut off from their world.In the meantime, I started reading books written in my mother tongue,Bengali.My sister introduced me to Rabindranath Tagore & Sarat Chandra Chatterjee.I had no formal training in either reading or writing Bengali but somehow, i am clueless as to how,without any knowledge of even the alphabet ,i started reading these books.Ever since there has been no looking back.
Consciously,I had never harboured any desire for writing, though I'd always nurtured the ambition of getting into journalism.But,probably ,subconsciously,i have always been fascinated by the writers i read.Besides,my well wishers and friends
demonstrated huge confidence on my writing skills,based on some insignificant write ups i used to come up with.I should think,these factors ignited enough fire in the belly to give writing a shot.
The baby steps are yet to grow more confident.Hopefully,time will be kind enough to my desire to write and it will not allow it to fade.As far as inspirations are concerned,I am never short of them and i sincerely hope and pray, they will remain a perennial source!
Chandni.
Darkness suits me,therefore i favour the hours of the night to ink my thoughts.I have no delusions about my writing prowess,and so,quite naturally don't expect rave reviews.Having said that,it would'nt do you any harm if you could kindly,skim the words and express your honest opinion.Constructive criticism is more than welcome and if the writing deserves it,appreciation is a little more than welcome!
I have always been an avid reader.I cultivated the habit at a very tender age,thanks to my sister.She was and still is,a voracious reader.One of the most vivid memories of my growing up years, was eagerly waiting to reach school to be able to exchange books with my friends.Like every other kid,I cut my teeth on Nancy Drew and Enid Blyton.Then graduated to Mills & Boon and gradually stepped into the so called 'forbidden' territories of James Hadley Chase ,Harrold Robbins et all.But the thrill of reading Mills & Boon surpassed all other.The world, for a bunch of 14/15 year old girls,was as rosy as it could get.The budding interest in the opposite sex,made these romantic novels all the more appealing.Over the years,the literary taste has undergone a sea change,but,silly as it may seem,somewhere along the way M & Bs have retained their place in some corner of the heart.I am yet to outgrow them!
However,with the passing years, academics took precedence. For obvious reasons had to take a raincheck on reading 'other' books.But ,it was not like i was totally cut off from their world.In the meantime, I started reading books written in my mother tongue,Bengali.My sister introduced me to Rabindranath Tagore & Sarat Chandra Chatterjee.I had no formal training in either reading or writing Bengali but somehow, i am clueless as to how,without any knowledge of even the alphabet ,i started reading these books.Ever since there has been no looking back.
Consciously,I had never harboured any desire for writing, though I'd always nurtured the ambition of getting into journalism.But,probably ,subconsciously,i have always been fascinated by the writers i read.Besides,my well wishers and friends
demonstrated huge confidence on my writing skills,based on some insignificant write ups i used to come up with.I should think,these factors ignited enough fire in the belly to give writing a shot.
The baby steps are yet to grow more confident.Hopefully,time will be kind enough to my desire to write and it will not allow it to fade.As far as inspirations are concerned,I am never short of them and i sincerely hope and pray, they will remain a perennial source!
Chandni.
