Writing through the engineering days
The scenery of rain drops slipping on the slides of leaves gives me
nostalgia of my engineering days. It was 2015 when I took admission
in an engineering college. Continual rain over the days had filled in
all the low lying areas beside road leading from the main gate to the
hostel. My father had just dropped me off at my newly, temporarily
and partially owned property. One of the bed was unoccupied and in
another, my senior roommate slept covering himself with blanket from
top to bottom.
My room was on fourth floor. It was drizzzling and through the
sprinkled glasses of the window, I gazed at the hills on the other
side. There were four of them in view, so I saw in them my family
photo which hung up on the drawing room walls back at my hometown.
The big ones were my parents ofcourse and the small ones- me and my
brother. All my life I had remained secluded from friend circles but
being alone in a new area of strangers where you don’t identify a
ghost was a terrible feeling.
In a boys hostel, it doesn’t take much time to make a lot of
friends and know each other. The process is to ask if everything is
fine in their lives and sit in a group for interesting tales and
conversations. Not to forget, ask their name many times till it sits
in the mind. People from different parts of the state come alongwith
their stories and experiences which is enough to put a ready made
writer rich with content. And there was the problem, I wasn’t
ready; I was an aspirant.
It was communication class that I used to enjoy the most. The only
class where I could stand up with an answer and not a question. There
in a new environment, I outsmarted my years of stage-fear. I was
growing in pieces but gradually, I realised that people weren’t
understanding me or my poetry. I had given an abnormal appearance of
a complex being that most easy goers stayed away from.
Very soon my poetry faced a slow threat. It dawned upon me that the
environment was going to kill me. I went for making the college
magazine and shot to popularity immediately but then anonymously,
with my views and knowledge on the subject, I had sparked jealousy in
the minds of many people who wanted the attention I was enjoying. My
colleagues were broken when there was no support for all the efforts
done over the magazine and all of them left college, and there I was
again. Felt like the first day of my college, alone and afraid with
the excitement being replaced by anxiety of how will I spend the
forthcoming years.
I came up with several pages- news and achievements, photography,
troll and few others whose present existence I am unaware of. My
attempts for a literature club was in vain because of disinterested
personells. Everybody enjoyed attention in one form of another, and
maybe I was seeking the wrong thing in the wrong place. In this
phase, I got a big writer’s break owing to my inability at almost
everything- in extra-curricular, in academics and also in personal
life.
For two years, I was one depressed lunatic who could jump off the
roof at any moment. It haunted mme more when my conscience stopped
speaking to me just like the people who didn’t want me to join
engineering. My friends were gone, the environment was full of
jealousy and inward hate and the pretentious smiles killed me more.
At this point of a ‘tired’ life, no matter how internationally
aclaimed an artist is, he seeks an escape. There I started gaming a
way too extensively. 10-12 hours a day, purposelly, shooting bots and
getting happy, was all the schedule. It was a point where I realized
escaping wasn’t the key. I had to face my demons. So I left the
hostel.
No sooner did this happen, than I got the opportunity to work for the
USA magazine where my poems were first published. I was happy to be
among all elders. Even deep down I had killed the poet in me, I
struggled and pushed to bring three new poems every month. Once a
year was over, I left it and began compiling poems for my poetry
book. It was an amazing feeling when I got a publisher and my work
was there, right on my hands. The book was poorly formatted and with
that thinnes, I gave all of it at no profit and even gifted many. Now
that over two dozen people were reading my poems and were encouraging
me to do even more, I began to write even more. Even better this
time.
And one year later, on August 1, 2019, my second poetry book
was published. Today is the 6th of August and almost
everyone whom I had given free copies of my first book denied to buy
my second one. It isn’t much of a big deal but when you put
investment of all that effort, time and money into people who do not
believe in you, you get affected by your loss. It seemed like I was
the only person who had been excited for the book. Few have shown
support though but when the progress isn’t big, it’s a dead end.
There were these raw artists who were trying to do their bits and I
encouraged them, they never showed any happiness over the succesful
completion of my work. All those sentiments and memories grown over time appear blank when expectations are lost. Thankfully, I never hanged out much otherwise this regret would have been further traumatic. Next, I am going to
spread the word that Bismay Mohanty is back. With just two copies
being sold in the opening week, life has taught me again never to
look upon the aimless, even when it’s the person in the mirror. I
do not regret engineering. Many problematic people were there; it’s not my
fault and I am not going to suffer because of it. There were few good people I came across during this process and now my ambition is to rely on them and then grow the numbers. If I dwell on the retards then I am going to lag behind. Being with people who believe in me, has taken me in the forward direction even when I wanted to go back. Now it'ts time for the culture to continue...
I have seen you through it...all these years.
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Keep pushing what is life without struggle..more the happenings in life more the depths in your content.
Maturity comes with time. Hope to see more from you.
Please don't worry about anything just do what you love .
ReplyDeleteI think any progress is good. I know it isn't easy but don't worry about anything except lots of work and your love towards it.
So keep up the good work and believe in yourself. Hope to see you shine like a star.
The way you have expressed your journey of self discovery and its ups and downs is fantastic.True ,life is full of trials and errors and more downs than ups but the fact that it helped you in discovering your true self and potential is very important.Only when are such phases in life we realise who our friends are,how our well wishers help , support and how the circumstances take us towards a different path where we can choose to start afresh .Am glad that you are choosing to follow your heart and utilise your inherent talent.Be prepared for everything,never get disheartened ,keep trying until you can make most if not all your dreams come true!You can do it ,just keep believing in yourself,no matter what.Always dream and dream with your heart and Soul.Be strong and willing to stand alone.Slowly ,your true friends,will support you, encourage you and you will not be alone .Never give up , especially on yourself or your dreams ever!Best wishes and prayers.
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