I’ve treasured memories through diaries, papers, pictures and what not and keep re-visiting them every once in a while. To relive happy times and re-learn from the mistakes, as a reminder to renew ambitions and aspirations. That’s how I came upon this today. What struck me the most was how my flair for writing in Tamil has almost come to zilch. Let this post be my wake-up call.
Dug out from my Tamil archives……
Time: A sunny pre-noon hour in 2004.
Venue: RGCET, Engineering 7th semester, Examination Hall.
I had completed my exam with half-an-hour to spare and started doodling behind the question paper. It was one of those dark times of my life. So many things were going haywire that I found myself most often, retorting to a corner of my mind, trying to sort them out, that my physical presence in the world was only that, just physically present. I found my solace and happiness in solitude and my weird behaviour worried a few friends. The few moments of silence in the examination hall were just apt to phrase my thoughts into an un-comprehensible poem.
Once outside the hall, I tossed the paper out. A friend, who happened to see it, read and replied in style.
Perseverance is the key to tread tough waters. The reply lifted my spirits with words of wisdom. Not just the virtue but the way it was told gave me a sense of companionship and being understood. I couldn’t go without thanks.