When I was 12 or 13 (I don’t remember accurately), I wrote a poem. Not in English. But in Hindi.
I was very excited and showed it to my Hindi teacher and asked him how it was.
He said, “Take this home and keep this inside a chest. Open it after 5 years and read it. You’ll know how it is”.
It was a pretty sophisticated way of saying that it sucked! It was perhaps to shield his real feelings about the poem.
But, now when I think of it, I really get what he meant. As you grow older, you tend to become a better judge of your own work.
I’m glad I wrote that poem that sucked. I believe it was the start of the effort to write – to create something.
Over the years, that effort to create has taken various forms – from creating music, drawings, song writing.
It has finally culminated in writing blogs. Even now that thing persists. I read my earlier blogposts, and shake my head gravely.
Everything seems to be wrong about the earlier posts. The length – the tone – the style. But the thing is that I can’t disown them. I can’t edit them because they are well documented journals that capture my evolution as a blogger. They are ME – a less evolved me.
Also, it makes me glad that I started writing at some point, hence allowing myself to be in a position to critique my own writing. I also realise that the early bird catches the worm.
The earlier you start something, the more time you give yourself to learn and improve. One more important thing that I’ve learnt is that there’s no end to perfection.
What I write today will seem like shit tomorrow. But it will always be special. Because it is MY writing.
The key is persistence.
I’m glad to be blogging.