Shayra Ki Shayari

I was just 10 maybe in 4th standard when I developed this hobby of writing. I started with writing stories which I narrated to my close friends. They always appreciated My writings and motivated me. When I used to read about great writers in our Class I always saw a dream of becoming a writer who would be loved by the people. I wished that somehow I could make My Handwritten stories reach the people. Lost in these thoughts I used to get very upset because that time My writings were only known by My three or four friends. This continued and one day in anger and frustration I tore all stories and threw those pages. I finally decided to stop writing and diverted My focus. I was firm on My decision that I will never write again.Years passed away I was in my 10th standard that some friends came to my life who compelled me to start writing again. I had thought that I would never write again. I had even lost hope of picking up the pen again. But I am grateful to these friends because of whom I found My real self My real interest of writing. I started writing poetries for them. It was not their love but the pain they gave me that made me a writer again. I always hoped that somehow someday these poetries could reach them. They were the first people in my life for whom I wrote something deeply from the bottom of My heart. Many a times tears fell down My eyes when I wrote for them.I felt pain for the first time when they made fun of My writings and the lame reason behind it was that My writings had no rhythm. After they said this I felt that there was nothing better than to just smile and walk away. Externally I was smiling. But in reality can a smile hide your pain? Internally I was broken. That day I decided that I would surely become a great writer one day. I started writing in a rhythmic manner. It was the first time in my life that I had given My writings to be published in a magazine. I was very happy and excited.In my 11th standard I had taken part in a recitation competition in my school. I had recited a poetry which I had written myself. As soon as I got down the Dias everyone appreciated me a lot. Many of them said that I deserved the first Prize in the competition. I was surprised on getting so much love from the audience. After this I hoped to be at least in the top 3. When the judged announced the result I was neither the winner nor did I have My name in the top 3. My heart sank. I had a feeling of inferiority complex for me as well as My writings. But this didnt de motivate me instead it inspired me to improve. I accepted the reality and decided to prove myself in this field of writing.I was always interested in writing and acting right from My childhood. I had less interest in studies. Because of this I was always made to feel inferior because no one saw the real talent. According to everyone only the mark sheet decided the life of a person. But I knew that a single piece of paper could not decide My future. I kept writing hoping that some day I will have My own books published and the people who made fun of My writings and made me feel low will regret.