There's a first time for everything...

The beginnings are always the most difficult for me... You see, at this very moment, you are waiting to be impressed. You want a reason to spend your next few minutes on this page. While I am desperately trying to think of something (ANYthing!) that will keep you interested. And so, I will write a particularly "cool" and nonsensical statement in hopes of keeping you latched to your screen...

But, alas! I'll fail.

It's not just with writing, though. Beginnings in general are very difficult for me. Every beginning is a moment of impact that effects a series of events that are destined to occur at a later stage of my existence. The "first impression" takes 7 seconds and that is pretty much what the defining moment is made of. So, in case you haven't realised the point I'm getting at, it's basically a lot of pressure to take. That fine line between a little too much or a little too less is almost impossible to stick to. Because there is always so much more to say, a lot more to share. But one can't just give it all away! You have to start slow and smooth, build up momentum, attain crescendo, and then, bam! Conclude.

And cool statements don't make it work because one needs something more. One needs to be able to connect and relate. And that is exactly why I have hesitated a million times before, every time somebody asked me to publish a piece of work. My style of writing is very personal. It's pretty much the notion of wearing my heart on my sleeve when it comes to writing. And the gut wrenching feeling whenever somebody fails to "feel" the piece is heart breaking.

But I can't please everyone! I know I rarely ever please anybody. And yet, though I find content in that fact as a person, as an artist? Why should I feel this overpowering need to do right by somebody else? If I believe that my life ought to be lived my way, then my writing ought to reflect my belief, shouldn't it?

I have spent weeks trying to get this one little piece done. A special somebody inspired me to kick start this little activity here in order to grease my rusty writing. And oh! Inspired I was! But I just couldn't write. I dint know how to approach it. I dint know how to approach you. I tried being formal, sounded like a pile of LSD baloney. I tried the slang thing and ended up getting depressed at the realisation of how outdated my knowledge of it was. Then my sister told me that it was a sign of good education so, I got over it. but it was back to square one. Hours of staring at the screen, blank.

But the special somebody (I know that you know who you are, and thanks a tonne, my beloved) would just not give up on me. She asked me, "For all the years I have known you, since when do you need a topic to write? Why don't you write about yourself? You are fun, so is your life. Write about it!" I figured, "What the heck! I am not putting up anything, anyway. Something is always better than nothing..." So here it goes.

A few kebabs, some cheesecake, half a muskmelon and a cup of green tea later, I (finally!) sit finalising this piece. Yes! I eat like a glutton. I am one. And I am happy.

I wrote a whole paragraph about my weekend and then delete it. Doesn't feel right, to get too intimate at the very first go. All in good time. If you have made it till here, cheers, mate. Thanks a tonne for reading it all. But it is not all I had to say. I shall be back soon with something less draggy and more springy. Something more insightful and less vague.

Keep those shot glasses ever ready... I'm sure salt and lime aren't that tough to lay your hands on.
-GaurikaVA =)