Thursday, 28 April 2011

A Special Something...


Ok. So this is my first post and it has to be something special...


Right since my early schooling years, I've had this habit of scribbling little somethings almost anytime and anywhere. Everything that was mine - from my books, to my lunch box, to my school bag had something or the other written on it. I cant really figure out when was it exactly that I really gave thought about what I wrote. However, every article for the school magazine managed to hold back my undivided attention, as it always had to pass an editorial board review! But countless essays - for exams and otherwise, stories, poems and scripts kept happening as i grew old. Freelancing for a local weekly newspaper happened when I was still in college and it was the sheer thrill of having my own stories published that made me graduate to an established daily newspaper. I quiet really did not realize when I had made it to the editorial board of a Biotech Business Magazine and thereafter, a Medical Publication. 

For someone who is a freelance journalist and a Medical Author, writing is a part and parcel of daily routine. However, complex medical write-ups and stories on socially relevant issues, mostly to do with lethargic, incompetent local 'netas' easily gets to the head!! I don't remember the last time I sat down to write something that was "special". 

So, that's how I finally decided to blog. So everyone who drops by can surely expect a lot of ranting, raving and cribbing happening here. Agreed, that happens in the newspapers as well; but the only difference here is that its STRAIGHT from the Heart! lol.. (That's what happens when you get to bypass a partial editorial board and high-profile recommendations!)

None of my "special" writings have been recorded all these years. But simply to end this post in a special way, let me share a tiny rhyming scheme (which I had confidently called a 'poem' then!!) that I wrote while I was probably in my 5th grade.. I have it still because this had been published in my school magazine... 

My Daddy's been the Best.. 
Been the best!
Been the best!

He's never had the time for some Rest..
For some rest!
For some rest!

As a baby, I used to sleep on his Chest...
On his chest!
On his chest!

To see me happy, alone he took the Test...
Took the test!
Took the test!

To make him proud, is my Quest... 
Is my quest!
Is my quest!

And to see him smile, I'll be the Richest...
I'll be the Strongest!
I'll be His Daughter Dearest!