2011 has been a good year, writing- wise. I’ve written more in these four months than I have in the last three years put together. My friends are happy that I’m writing more, I’m happy that I’m writing more. And just when that warm glow envelopes me, some of them burst the bubble by asking me, “ You’re really jobless, aren’t you?”
What makes you think that I’m writing more because I’m jobless?
Let me clear the air a bit.
# I do NOT write because I’m jobless. I write because I have more time on hand now. There is a thin, but very VERY distinct line between these two.
# I write because I can. That is the one gift that the dude up there in the clouds bestowed upon me, and I plan to put it to use.
# I write to describe what is happening in the world around me.
# I write to tell people about me and my little life.
# I write to emote.
# I write to make fun of things and people. Thankfully, sarcasm IS one of my strengths (God and his strange ways...)
# I write because it’s easier to be sarcastic to people over the internet. Face-to-face confrontations have never been my cup-of-tea.
# I write because there are so many interesting things to write about. I don’t know which idiot he was talking about when Shakespeare said “Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” I guess it depends on who tells the tale.
# I write to show my creativity, how much ever limited it is.
# I write to rant and rave, without anyone telling me to shut up.
# I write because when someone appreciates my writing, everything in the world seems alright.
In the end, I write because I love to. I may never be an author, I may never give away autographed copies of my books to fans, I may never get a Booker or a Pulitzer, I may never have a picture taken with Ruskin Bond. But at least I would die happy that I made a few people laugh, a few people cry, and a few people to think, with my words.
If that is percieved as joblessness, then so be it.