lOst in tRansLatiOn!!..!!

I hated writing essays. In exams, I used to attempt essays in the last few minutes because then I could scribble some nonsense in a hurry. I hated wren and Martin.

            I used to question “ The purpose of a language is to communicate your thoughts, feelings, right? Why all the stupid grammar rules?”

            I never got satisfactory marks in grammar section, as I used to write with my lousy grammar, mixing up all the tenses and communicating everything wrong. Ofcorse that red line and 4/10 marks helped me put things right.

“This sentence is wrong, first part is in present tense, second part is in past tense, so is this one? You need to correct them.” and a Tight slap!! Huh!!

And this slap helped me not to participate in Extempore competition.

I can’t deny that I used to stammer a lill while speaking, but seriously that translation part was also not clear and wide enough to explain ur thoughts orally.

Seriously, I was lost in translation till the college ended.

For the first time in my life, I started learning English grammar! I started urbandictionary and google instead of C++ and Java.

If someone of our age used to write some stuff, I always used to question them ‘ki tum log ye sab likhte kaise ho’ sochte kahan se ho….(seriously I have done that).

I am here neither for a night walk, nor am I prowling here. In this dead pitch, there is no need to think about the stock market, education plans or future plans. I am substantially rich and luckily enough. Neither I have received any threatening calls from my enemies nor am thinking like Mahatma Gandhi to lay down ‘My Experiments with Truth’.

I think, Everyone of us is typical/unusual in one’s own world of certainties and uncertainties. What is more important is to have individuality, no matter what it costs for it to be so.

But often we fail to behave as humans. We have become so selfish and corrupt that we hardly give importance to the existence of other human beings. We love to earn lakhs, but never compute how many times we might have found ourselves thankless.

We try not to blame others, but we generaaly forget that we are the only reason for this happening. As a consequence, we need a curtain-raiser for ourselves, or a trustworthy person who can really tell us the reality of this grim world.

I am so deeply lost in life translation that I bore you people with my aimless chatter…

Now, I think writers don’t write because they can write. They write when they find viability in the world of humans and technology and this viability directly comes from beautiful people and beautiful things.

For beautiful things, I am grateful to Nature, which has managed to keep the wonders of the world happening.

And for beautiful people, I simply congratulate all the freat Moms who have produced some personalities like leaders, the actors and actress of bollywood (ye na hote to pata nahi kya hota), and many more..

However, I have no wrong intensions in stating that one of them was my batchmate too, having tempting dimples in her cheeks and a lustorous smile, naah not ponytails at the back.