Because Writing is Liberating
October 21, 2016
Today, a concerned and extremely worried friend sent me a message on Facebook writing, ‘Hey, it is not over. They are searching for 40 more employees for violating service rules, please remove the posts, if any’. ‘If any?’, I wrote back. ‘There must be plenty’, I thought to myself and wrote to her too. I may not be able to answer if asked, which section of our constitution they fall in but I know the service rules and also the penalties of breaking them. However, a ‘govt. employee’ is not all I am. I am a human being, I have a pumping heart and a functional head, I get hurt and I react; and writing, till date, has been my best kind of catharsis. So yes, there must be plenty. To be honest, I can’t remember, how many times I have been mad and miffed in the last 105 days and what words I have, from time to time, used to vent out my frustration.But, I am sure that I have been mad, quite often so and I did vent out because that’s what you do when your humanity isn’t switched off. Anyway, one more thing I am sure of is that howsoever annoyed I might have been, I always had my hands- off rabble-rousing. In spite of that though, I must confess, after reading my friend’s message, for a moment I lost a nerve or two and in a state of panic, I deleted as many ‘inciting’ posts, I had written or shared, as I could find on my timeline. I deleted my blog and on twitter, I changed my name to, ‘The Girl Has No Name'. Agitated and starved of ideas, I changed my bio on twitter too to one of the most famous dialogues of Game of Thrones.
Of all of this, it was extremely painful to delete my blog. As I said, a play with words has always been liberating and whenever I felt a powerful emotion, I would word it, either in the form of a poem or an anecdote. A few hours ago, I deleted everything I had written in the past 2-3 years and it feels like having lost a vital organ. I hope, I am able to restore it.
Technically, I shouldn’t be writing anymore. Not now, at least. But it is rather suffocating to put a lid on your ever-brewing head. I can’t, thus this note.
To be continued....;)
Today, a concerned and extremely worried friend sent me a message on Facebook writing, ‘Hey, it is not over. They are searching for 40 more employees for violating service rules, please remove the posts, if any’. ‘If any?’, I wrote back. ‘There must be plenty’, I thought to myself and wrote to her too. I may not be able to answer if asked, which section of our constitution they fall in but I know the service rules and also the penalties of breaking them. However, a ‘govt. employee’ is not all I am. I am a human being, I have a pumping heart and a functional head, I get hurt and I react; and writing, till date, has been my best kind of catharsis. So yes, there must be plenty. To be honest, I can’t remember, how many times I have been mad and miffed in the last 105 days and what words I have, from time to time, used to vent out my frustration.But, I am sure that I have been mad, quite often so and I did vent out because that’s what you do when your humanity isn’t switched off. Anyway, one more thing I am sure of is that howsoever annoyed I might have been, I always had my hands- off rabble-rousing. In spite of that though, I must confess, after reading my friend’s message, for a moment I lost a nerve or two and in a state of panic, I deleted as many ‘inciting’ posts, I had written or shared, as I could find on my timeline. I deleted my blog and on twitter, I changed my name to, ‘The Girl Has No Name'. Agitated and starved of ideas, I changed my bio on twitter too to one of the most famous dialogues of Game of Thrones.
Of all of this, it was extremely painful to delete my blog. As I said, a play with words has always been liberating and whenever I felt a powerful emotion, I would word it, either in the form of a poem or an anecdote. A few hours ago, I deleted everything I had written in the past 2-3 years and it feels like having lost a vital organ. I hope, I am able to restore it.
Technically, I shouldn’t be writing anymore. Not now, at least. But it is rather suffocating to put a lid on your ever-brewing head. I can’t, thus this note.
To be continued....;)
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