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"You can do so much more, so much better. Why do you want to become a writer?”
Written By: Saloni Gupta (My Writer Story)
“You want to become
what?” My bewildered aunt asks me.
“I told you. I want
to become an author, a writer once I grow up.”
I answer casually, unaware that I’m being mocked at.
Rishav, my twenty
year old cousin standing just beside me, smirks. “You seriously got ninety five
percent in your boards with such high
My aunt gives me a
worried glance. “Why? You can do so much more, so much better. Why do you want
to starve yourself?”
This whole conversation confuses me. I’ll be starving myself if I become a
writer? Wow, that’s new.
My aunt begins about
how my parents are respectable doctors, and my brother an ultra rich engineer.
dawns on me. For some people, and majority at that, if you’re not a doctor or
an engineer or lawyer et al, you don’t deserve much respect. This belief which
majority Indians seem to have, irks me. I end up having a full fledged argument
with them, explaining them my point of view for over thirty minutes. My aunt only says in
the end, “Don’t know why you want to waste a good brain.” What a prize for my
Why I want to become what I want to become
I wanted to be a
writer since the time I was eleven.
Being lost in Enid
Blyton’s Famous Fives, experiencing staying in hostel through The Naughtiest
Girl series, imagining a guy taking me to Prom night because of the Princess
Diaries- books had been my world since the very start.
I wanted others to
feel that magic too, and thus I wanted to write. When I took a sheet of paper
and picked up my pen, words flowed effortlessly. Thoughts I could never bring
out verbally easily poured out on paper.
That is the time I
realized what I loved doing the most. And I would do exactly that. I couldn’t
care more about fifty such aunts and cousins of mine.
High school, the changing point
When I entered high
school, I started taking this hobby seriously. I began writing a blog with my
friend, and we submitted short stories and poems on various websites and online
magazines. Some of our articles made it, some did not. But we kept writing and
I started feeling
that I could write better than most, and became encouraged. My essay scores in
school were among the highest and English teachers loved me. My blog started
picking up and I got paid for an article I submitted to an online magazine.
My parents beamed,
“Earning at your age!”
I simply loved how
life was going.
When my cloud nine burst
Then, when everything
seemed to be going too happy and well, I felt the bitter pangs of failure.
I was not selected as an editor for my school
magazine. The school magazine was something very dear to my heart, and I had
dreamt to be its Chief Editor. But now, I wasn’t even a representative.
How did I even expect to become a world
renowned writer when I couldn’t even get recognition in something as small
scale as a school magazine? I began doubting my capabilities.
My own fellow mates
had written better articles than me. How huge was the competition? Where did I
stand? Clearly, no where.
After days of
shedding tears and self pitying, I got a grip on myself. One failure cannot do
this to me, I told myself.
I started reading
more good books, started taking part in myriad competitions with greater
determination now. Failure had made me angry. Now, anger was driving me to
Thank God I failed, I’m better now!
After a couple of
months, I won a creative writing district competition in which about five
hundred teenagers had participated. My photograph came out in the newspapers
and I got a chance to meet Jug Surya, a popular columnist of the Times of India.
It was a big
achievement, no doubt, and I was proud of myself. My hard work had paid off and
I had got my confidence back.
My aunt called to
congratulate me for my success. “Well, guess I was wrong. If you’re doing so
well at sixteen years of age, you’ll do superb when you grow up.”
This time I smirked.
“Right chachi! Perhaps even better than doctors and engineers?”
congratulations,” She said shortly.
Why is this story not complete?
I’m still chasing my
dream. This story is an incomplete one because, certainly, I’m not on my
deathbed right now. I have much more to achieve, much more to accomplish. I still
have to change the opinion of the people.
Writing has already
given me so much. Somehow, I feel it’s made me different from the rest of my
friends. It has brought magic into my life. I’m brave enough to
follow my heart, without knowing if I’ll be successful or not, because as
Eleanor Roosevelt already said:
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
About the author:
Saloni is an eleventh grade student studying in La
Martiniere Girls’ College, Lucknow.
She is sixteen years old and has a flair for writing and debating. She writes
for her school magazine, takes part in various poetry writing and creative
writing competitions and also writes a blog. She loves taking part in
co-curricular activities and performing on stage is her passion. She is a good
student and has always done well academically. Currently, she has taken up
Science along with Mathematics and Psychology as her subjects.
Saloni is an extrovert and is fond of making friends. She
loves reading and always has a book in her hand. Her family means a lot to her
and is incomplete without her dog, whom she loves to death.