WRITING- a partta my life

the first day on B-LOG site..........or say B(itching)-log or B(usiness)-log or B(ash)-log or B(lievable)-log or B(anging)-log or B(eggin)- log or whateva, as if i care.. this is just another platform to do my daily business- writing. rather than paper and pen, its fingers n keyboard.. bu life is just like it was.....but fears are not, when i dint like something written already , i saw them burn in front of me, now who knows who in another part of the world might extricate it from the servers, n make it his/her own work.. who knows !!!!! wot happen to them if i delete the account!! or stop using it^^^^^ woteva thanks to my teachers to give me this habit of writing. now that i first recollect Ms.john, i would love to call her a teacher, as against our popular lingo for teaching community( no prizes for guessing though).....the beautiful women, every day, used to gimme a series ot write-ups, assignments,n percieved punishments( though i was a school topper). which we used to call as bamboobazi. i repeat BAMBOO baazi. logically at that age the word dint make sense to me. but grown up was i to read books like "the VENUS IN INDIA " at the age of 11. BAMBOO bazi, i knew it, but nva knew it too. i hrd it, but nvr saw it. i eavesdropped when people talked about bamboo baazi, but couldnt imagine at that tender age. so life played a game of wantedly showing me the entice n not giving it to me.. just like a dog n biscuit story. n this BAMBOO baazi was made a regular part of my life by the aristocratic,stentorian,regular forced activity, in which i found solace little later. during the days when i first had a bamboo, i hated it, so much dat i wanted to walk outa da school..n lo! GOD DINT GIVE ME SUCH MATURITY THEN, but not even now to walk out from this place(where i study now),. ""there is a benefit of every activity in life , now or later", my dad used to tell me. so i held on to it, without enjoying it. life was on a high level of monotone, nothing intrested than the childish fun like gassing out the tyres of the school buses, or run around the watchman and frustrate him, go to the loo many times during the class, n wot not. these now bring a sweet smile on my face, but were enticing n exciting then. now lemme get bac to the grub called "BAMBOO BAAZI".. but i prefer it being called as constructive activity..... my school taught me writing is an art!!!!!! :O :O :O.....or really is it ??? who knows ?? n who wanted to know then??? n at that age???

only thing which i knew wot writing was "inscription of characters on a medium, with the intention of forming words and other constructs that represent language or record information, and the creation of material to be conveyed through written language".. n somethin abt logographies,sylabaries,alphabets and some scripts....i wonder !!!!!! uffff.. was how i used to feel, now.. i enjoy it.. there was a time when i developed a esoteric parallel to the 24 alphabets of english and used to write my homework in it..teachers were going bonkers!!!! the same day i got 6 more extra assignments..so these made me a bookoholic, wantedly or unwantedly. who knows!!!!, n who wants to know now ????? not me... i used to have fun , at all the assignments, all the writeups , n everything i got as a homework which was to be submitted in a written form.... i was proactively seekin it everyday, tried all the pranks to get more... i loved writing, mind you JUST WRITING!!!! hand writin.. no application of educational genius et al but of artistic genius.... every word was a diff art for me.. every letter made a different sense to me. the combinations of each word used to attract me, so much that i skipped food, TV, physical activity(my fav).. the beauty and genius of observation has taken over me. which i coudnt express verbally to my friends or my social community..i had a deep sense of feelin they wanted to talk to me. say n express a deep meaning.. with their multitude of colors in which they were written, they made a lot of sense to me n gave a concrete image to every word/idea....n i had the knowlede of logographics in da school.. thanks to Ms. john, so intrested was she that she used to tell me about these , at that tender age. i love her.. n god bless her soul!!! .she gave me different short story books to read. n just asked me to see the picture differently, each seperately,at different levels of , words, lines, paragraphs, pages, chapters n book all together. everyday she pulled me out in the break, or after the school hours, to ask me how they looked.. i loved the look of those letters i used to see then, i worship the state of every word, i implore the look again in the sentences and i wish books and chapters look the same to me now.. no they arent that intresting..i used to explain her all what i saw in assignments i wrote. everything from nothing.. that is how i developed the skill of "THINKING OUTTA THE BOX". nva from that time was writing an mundane job.. i enjoyed it. i careved for it, every moment of my school life, so much that i fell in love with it. i understood the deep sense of excitement which it gave when i started writing my diaries. they gave me an opportunities to record, understand,think, introspect, redesign, predict, position, apply,relieve myself, accept myself, understand myself, have a logical flow of thoughts, say sorry to people, understand different perspectives,..... hail you mother WRITING!!!!!! YOU CHANGED MY LIFE.... i remember the ways i used to describe the look of the words n others to Ms.john n the feelings i used to have.. wonderful were they...
now that i have wasted 25 mins of my life's time in doing this social service, wish to serve myself to grow better..bye thanks for reading through..