LifeStory # 1 - DoctorSahab & The First Attempt (Episode 3)

Block III. Earth,

Yet-known Solar System,

Some where in the Universe.

July 11, 2018

Dear Esteemed Readers & may be upcoming-admirers,

How has life been treating you people? What can i assume, is a good treatment. But, not the best. Well, it has been the same story line since the big bang, with probably the variable plots.

So you do not need to worry about the story line, instead, need to modify the plot as per your desire and passion.

As I was looking for someone trusted buddy to back me up and dramatically, in a minute part of a second, Mr. Rudyard Kipling's fluency came into my mind;

"If I were hanged on the highest hill,

Mother o'mine, Mother o'mine,

I know whose love would follow me still,

Mother o'mine, Mother o'mine".

So, I handed over my notebook to my heaven for the analysis & comment on my first-ever-text. And the next day, she came up with the same thing as she always used to do and, by GOD's Mercy, still doing, and, prayer to GOD, she will continue to do. That was "The Appreciation".

According to my Mother (a.k.a "Ammi"), that was accurate & well-created and a good attempt to enter into and explore a new world. She guided me to write such kind of composition in future too. Believe me! Ammi's words stretched my chest to expand up to refrigerator, nearly two-metre far.

After getting success into the Ammi-post-analysis, I started to write my novel on my personal-computer-Pentium-four, and on the fifth-day, I sent my document to the online publication company through their online submission form. There were three pages of form submission. I proudly completed the first couple with inflating-smiling-lips. But the third section showed Lord Voldemort's face; dancing, taunting & asking for the payment to submit your work, forty-five-american-dollars, through either credit-card or bank wire payment.

"What do you mean by payment?"

"What do you mean by either?"

That third page-disaster initiated a chaos inside my body. I went into state of being-no-one; quite-silence-serious. I knew that I had been screwed. I savvied that they did not want a new, talented & already-appreciated, young writer to hold a place among known-writers. My anger wet my nerves and that provided me an aim to write more & more & more. 

Since that dejection, I hid my 64-paged novel into my cupboard &  made my pen, my ambition. I got ahead with writing on regular rhythm, whenever-wherever time allowed. The span that I covered with my pen, twirled my ambition partner gradually into my closest friend.

Faithfully, that pen was free of pain. I discovered full liberty, autonomy and ease. I could deftly translate my line of thoughts into my words black & white. There was no one to make orders and interruptions. In a nutshell; 

I accrued soothing effects in my life with no one barging in.

I jotted down numerous text materials in several forms including novel, drama, poetry and article. I showed most of them to my Ammi and she returned them with the same appreciation & guidelines. But I kept all those stuffs hidden for the future presentation.

After four years of that despaired-moment, I decided to re-open my first work with a zeal to compare those former 64-pages with my latter efforts. And when I unenclosed and re-read, my eyes got exophthalmosed. My mind went into a deep-stupor for a while. I could not even dreamed about that feeling what I was witnessing that time.

What should I say? That read showed me the reality of my early days. From beginning till end, there was no accuracy of ideas, concepts, and presentation, with beaded-fluency, unbearable-words and terrible dialogues. That pushed me into a S.P.A. 

Honestly! that S.P.A. metamorphosed my insight. I came to know more than several things from that single read that radically changed my entity.

To be continued...

Hope you all will remain happy, healthy and humans (3 Hs).

Kind regards,

Doctor Sahab.