Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The New Me

...............and I go on
I have often been writing about life of Doha but fear to crib at the  tampered thought about missing the India life. Missing home. Friday to  friday [weekly off being friday here-Jumma ka din] just swings in it's own pace and leaves us with the flying dates on the calender. Time management is tough balancing act and my mind still haunts with the new me today. 
I am at the threshold of a new career and change has been one constant factor in it. I have worked in varied fields in the past decade. Now different from my profession is a rekindled passion that  is bubbling withing me. The new writer in me is active round the clock and I feel like a childish excitement in the new endeavour of mine. My best pal tells she remembers me scribbling small poems even in childhood. Shes a big inspiration to me in continuing my writing.
I care to rediscover myself everyday is what I care to self proclaim too and as I do so I also bother to instill in me the fact that every dream has its tale. Reveries are reveries. The dream that you cherish with eyes open are yours alone and why let go..........
In my school days as my dad, with much love would buy me those diaries that I much wanted to write my poems and stories, I have to confess I did dream one day I will write on my own. Yet the much loved but less grounded hobby was stamped on and curbed into rolls of guilt buried deep inside me for the very fact that the entire social system around me pointed stubbornly at the Institute  that taught technology. Those which kindled the children with 98% marks in sceience, like me. So it is yet another confession of my choosing a field that was so different from the dream that I never thought I would ever tackle.
Why did I choose not to write? Inspite of once blurting it out aloud in class 11 too, only to be hushed down by my mentor and role model then, my Physics professor who silenced and locked my other thoughts in the science books that I grew up with for the next 6 years, and placed the keys away.
So I know why I chose not to write then, after all.
Much later perhaps after over a decade, one evening I just happened to accumulate some structured thoughts in my mind and cared to compose this post in my mind "Cycle and the Chicken"[Read it here if you have not yet read] which became my first post and my favourite till date too, on my own blog soon. I myself lay bewildered at the irony of how I still cherished writing yet had not let it happen.  Thus began the journey of Sushma's Page. A venture from gags to a new saga. The new me was born to overcome the agony of inhibiting the nostalgia attacks that erupted from the memoirs of the life and time spent in India.
The decipline of being grounded to things, the entire lot of patience that I have recently instilled in me is all one of the few compliments I owe to my own writing.
The thoughst that I download in writing is the ease of mind, a state that I enjoy in my hectic schedule now.
Yes indeed I love writing and with so many lovely people reading them I am yet more concious not to disappoint anybody.


Let life seem like a melting candle with diminishing time
Why bother?
Let me look at the light that always stays bright till the end..........