If life was all about me I would be like this —> king of the world, living alone, unlimited food, free games, basketball all alone all for me. But I figure it out, It is not all about me, slowly but gradually I did 😀
Earlier life for me was like studies, always studies and if i was asked about fun, the answer, i remember is running, inventing(not big things small small things), becoming the king, racing thats all, not enough i guess. 😀
I had to grow, my birthdays were coming after each and every year which are proving me that i am getting older and older. SO ” I had to grow”.
I figure out, my fun was stealing, not big things, stealing things like sharpener, pencil etc.
This fun didn’t last for long, I again give myself a though what I want to be, I want to be a foodie person as I loved food and fruits.
That was taken away from me by some human being in my life those days.
I started searching things in cricket, I started cricket, I was fast learner and I was fascinated with fast bowling, I loved bowling apart from batting. But bowling also taken away from me because people and my friend stop playing with me!! why? Because I bowled to fast those days. thats why unlucky again.
Than table tennis similar situation i played a lot and than had to quit because i got transfer to other school and that school don’t facilitate table tennis.
Than I finally got something that I loved. BASKET BALL and I thought this is it, I played very well, i was very good at it, but what happen next shocked me and probably proved that I am unlucky. I had to quit this also because we need to transfer to something place and that place is backward and don’t have any basketball count to play. 😦
BASKET BALL ENDED<LOVE GONE>
Than I gown more and more and became an Engineer. Initially was fascinated about engineering but slowly I lost the interest in all these engineering and programming things also.
NOT MY CUP OF TEA.
In all these thing, I was doing something that I liked but never realized, that was made for me, that was WRITING. I was a born writer, I had awesome handwriting in my childhood, I written things faster than other kids at my age in schools.
I got into writing(a little serious), when one of my teacher complimented me about my poems and about my mind process words in rhyme faster. That was the turning point(not in life), but I didn’t realized still I was happy and I started writing diaries and other things. I started writing poems and stories in my past days.
And finally I shaped all my writing here in wordpress(after millions of kick). I am happy, few but some are reading my poems not awesome poems but not worst also :D,
This is my 100th post, I was kind of thinking what should I write(Thinking and Thinking), ended up boring you all guys. SORRY. but this was my story to writing.