I am, like nearly half the population in India, qualified to be a software engineer. By nature, I am:
- very out-going (I’m frequently turned out of the house for cracking corny jokes)
- generally perceived to possess an enviable sense of humour (a useful quality in one aspiring to be a humorist)
- an exceptional pianist – my skills lie in being able to drive the neighbours out of house and home
- very bad at cooking…though that is germane to the issue
- a true Gemini
What struggles? I’ve never struggled in my life! Actually, I’ve had rather an easy time of it. When I was three, I went with my parents for an interview for admission to kindergarten. The kindly lady asked me some simple question, which I answered with an almighty bawl. The poor woman took me in just to stop my howling, which, by all accounts, was audible within a five-mile radius.
The kindergarten teachers regularly updated the parents about their wards’ progress. During one such parent-teacher tête-à-tête, my mother gave vent to her concern that, like my sister, I too would turn out to be a quiet child. You know, the kind of kid that keeps brooding in a corner of the room. My teacher, on hearing my mother’s concern, grimly informed her that her fears were completely unfounded – I was quite unlike my sister. In fact, she said, I chattered so much that she would soon be forced to tape my mouth shut.
It is precisely for this reason that I became a writer.
Everyone thought it would be a splendid idea if, instead of exercising my vocal chords so much and so frequently, I transferred my spoken gems to paper. It would augur far better for my future, they said. And so, here I am.
The first piece of fiction I wrote was when I sent in a leave application to my boss. Oh sorry, actually it was much before that. Let me just jog the memory cells a bit.
Ah yes! It was at age 12, when I was giving my exam for English Literature. The question paper demanded a story involving an aeroplane.
I remember that all the time while I was writing, the invigilator stood behind me reading my output, having long abandoned her invigilation duties. At that time I thought my story was brilliant. But now I realise we were both (the invigilator and I) off our rockers.
A plot in which a plane full of grown-up, mature adults mistakenly believed an alarm clock to be a time-bomb, was juvenile, to say the least.
Thankfully, I have grown up now, and my writing has matured considerably, as is evident in these pages that you see.
Like your introduction style !
Thank you, Madhav/Harshad! Liked your bio too, but do you prefer to be called Madhav or Harshad?!
Whatever seems Easy for you to remember !!
Lovely style of writing, wish I could write half as good.
Thank you! You’ve made my day! You’re a pretty good writer yourself!
Just found you! Fantastic bio. Now update the blog!
Aye,aye, Madame! New post comin’ right up!
Haha your Dad sent me your Liquid Imagination piece. What a chhupa rustam, you turned out to be!! Style of writing, definitely A+. However, forgive me if the whole vampire plot was lost on me. Too much of the sparkly Edward Cullen variety of the present, has ruined the time-tested Dracula-esque kind! Looking forward to reading more on your blog!
Aha gotcha didn’t I? Not to worry if you don’t like this one, maybe some others of mine might be to your liking!
Ahh. So may be that’s what prompted me to write too!! Married for more than a decade, I have become a good listener at home. Well with mouth shut most of the time, writing is the only other avenue to let your expression out!
Loved the fun ‘about; Gargi – thanks for dropping by my blog! BTW..adults CAN mistake alarm clocks for time bombs 😉
LOL! Thanks, Anjali.
Excellent use of words , well organised and really you have a real talent in writing…Love to see more..