Light at the end

It’s been around 8 months since I have started writing these articles. I have my own blog-space where I pour my heart out. There was a phase where I used to write 4-5 blogs a day but now even writing a single blog over a week seems difficult, have I lost it? Have the ideas of telling a story ceased off? Have I become less passionate? Have I moved away from my goal? No; is the answer for all these questions.

I  began to write my first Novel when I was in first year of my college; I completed writing it in 6 months, I put my everything in it, there were so many days where I refused to sleep just to complete a particular part of my novel . I wanted my first novel to be liked by everyone but what happened after I completed my novel was totally unexpected. My friends told me that it wasn't good and they even told me that I could stop writing these stuff and concentrate on studies so that I could get somewhere in life.

It really hurt, when you put all your efforts day in and day out over a period of 6 months and all you get to hear from your close buddies that it’s not up to the mark, you would be heartbroken. I never wrote anything for the next year, I was afraid that I couldn’t write something which people loved to read. I made up my mind that I could never be able to write something which people would spare their time to read so I ended my dream even before it could really take off.

Few years back I was watching a cricket match, everyone in my family are cricket lunatics, we never used to miss even a single match. Both Gambhir and Sehwag was mustering the bowling attack, India were comfortably placed at 168/0 in 28 over’s chasing down 289. Kathik, our neighbour 2 years old, used to come to our house and play with us. He is such a live wire and always brings smiles whenever he is around. While I was watching both Sehwag and Gambhir destroy the opposition bowling attack; my Dad and Karthik were playing catch in the same room.

At some point of time, I started watching their play than watching the cricket match. My dad used to throw the ball to him and he tried to catch it, but he never did. Everytime he missed catching the ball he used to count the number of misses. He almost missed catching the ball for more than 50 times but he never gave up, he had the same energy, determination and smile and kept on trying.

It was just a simple game of catch for him but it taught me a lesson, a lesson not to give up. Around 79^th time when my dad threw the ball, he lunged forward, stretched his hands and the caught the ball and the rest is history.

That night I took my novel out, re-wrote it again. It took me another 18 months to work on it, 18 months of intense hardwork, lost sleep, forgot to take meals, hardly spoke with friends and family and finally I completed it and I gave it those same friends who told that it wasn’t good but this time their answer was different, just from the way they reacted I knew that I had made it. Finally I think that my 18 months of work really paidoff when one of my friend said that she cried reading an emotional scene in the novel. After that I completed writing my second novel and currently working on my third. Sometimes in life just that if you try with it for one more time, results could drastically change.

Few months back I sent my first novel to various publications but the response that I got was not something which I imagined. My novel was rejected, I couldn’t take that; I was broken, I cried and even thought not to write anymore but then I realised if I drop out it doesn’t mean that I have succeeded, atleast if I continue to try there is a hope that I may succeeded.

Sometimes in life, light at the end of the tunnel could not be seen but you have to believe that there is light at the end and move ahead.

Beaten, bruised but not dead.