Personal Jottings
By RK Rishikesh Sinha
It happens ominously. An art for which we gave our heart and soul, with the passage of time, especially when priorities take the shape in the ‘to do’ list, we start neglecting it. Ultimately a period comes, when we start taking the art for which we have strived so hard as a burden. It doesn’t find place in our day-to-day activities.
I am from writing profession. The same was happening with me. I haven’t been writing vigorously like before. For months, writing didn’t find place in my priority list. I won’t say I didn’t find time; I was intentionally neglecting it by taking ruse with my other involvements.
I must accept the fact that, “‘yes’, I devoted a period of my life to hone the writing skill”. Now, what happened that I am not actively participating in the writing? I would say priorities have changed. Now, my name ‘RK Rishikesh Sinha’ appearing in the print or in any media doesn’t excite me as it once used to.
Before writing, the spade of ‘priority’ fell on my mathematical skill. I killed it, covered it up, and went to set another skill. It is a well-known fact that, mathematics and writing doesn’t appear in one quadrant. Mathematicians are known for being worst writers and orators. I feel lucky that I professed these to extreme points, mathematics with writing.
At this juncture of my life when I don’t have any of these two extreme points, shall I bury writing? For many months, I was consumed with this thought — what to do with my writing? There are people who forget it easily and don’t recall it. And of course there is another breed who carry their set skill with honesty and enriches them to the fullest.
With no moh-maya to writing fame (though I have a wish to write a novel when I get old enough) and no emotional string attached to it. The long gestation from writing, I understood the real meaning of writing, that writing is not at all for readers to read. One writes for oneself. I have made up my mind that I will write for myself. Like any art, writing is an art to join many ‘me’.
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