Writing

It has been quite some time I started reading. No, I am not talking about reading the school books which we read to escape a scolding from the teachers and maintain a sincere image to the parents. Whereras I want to mention about reading books which fall under the category of 'time pass'. But more than helping in passing the time what they give you is the perspective. And a good writer according to me is the one who narrates in simple language but leaves an impact on the reader.
But why I am writing this today is after getting a feeling of shame when I read a small piece of essay written by an amatuer writer. It was surely his first one. The ludicrous repeatition of words, half baked ideas and raw language made it awful. Today, I knew it might have taken a whole lot of pactice to those greate authors whom I admire so much, to reach at this stage in their writing. For some, it may come by birth. But others need practice. I think, I am one of the latter ones. And I cherish a dream to be one of those great ones. In case, you are still wondering, the disastrous peace of literature was written by me only. And I indent to take a lesson from it.

The short afternoon walks

It all started with keeping a fit tummy. But it has now become a ritual to go for a walk after lunch or dinner. Though, I dont often get anyone to accompany me in the afternoon. But I am not alone. How could I be? In those crowded streets around Richmond Circle. Though people say, what's the use of roaming around aimlessly in those crowded places full of traffic noise and pollution. But I somehow seem to enjoy it. I think, I like observing people doing there daily routing work. A pan-shop near the corner of Woodlands Hotel. A nurse from the Mallya Hospital talking to someone stealthily at another place. A beggar woman with a coupld of year old kid. A road-side restaurant guy busy surving to various labourers probably working in the upcoming ITC hotel at the Vittal Mallya road. Sometimes, I even go the Richmond Road towards the Baldwin Girls College. Alas, my time does not match with the time of the college.