I hate writing but here I write

  "You're English is good" someone replied to the naughty one liner I had sent across on a chat. Here I was waiting for a similar repartee from my latest love interest and the only thing she had to say was that my English is good.

"Why don't you try your hand at writing" she continued.

I am open to light flirting but surely not Advisors .I concluded the chat with a customary thanks ....not interested anymore. Females have this unique capability of thrusting their opinions, advices suggestions, compliments all rolled into one and expecting it to be obeyed.

 I comply but only in the opposite direction. I cannot write, I hate to write .Choosing philosophical words adding a dose of psychology and flowery language is what we call literature. I am plain lazy. Who does it? Other than the likes of Shakespeare or Wordsworth, I can’t, I won't. I believe, to be a good writer, or let's just leave the epithet out, to be a writer we need to be a reader. I am a reader but my reading habits start with Facebook and ends on WhatsApp. Then who can I attribute my good English to.

Looking back I recollect my schooling. Definitely my teachers had a hand in my vocabulary .I tried to place myself back in my school days. I saw the little boy of 10 reading in the library after school hours. Hmmmm.....I guess I used to read. I was all independent by the age of fifteen. A new state, new language and hostel changed the reader into a more action oriented person. Reading was long forgotten but not the words. Furthermore it has always been my words and not my actions which has saved me in many life situations.

My first love letter was rejected so I presume I did not write well. The same love letter was used by my friend as well, still rejection I gave up writing. Speech is better I concluded. I struck gold when I realised my potential of using words to woo. My first flirt, my first job, my first love all came to me without Much Ado ....courtesy my perfect timing of the much needed vocabulary.

The world of Technology brought in many more features for entities like me. I learnt computers and here I opened the Treasure house of dreams and all the possibilities with it. Typing become faster, to the extent that I could think and type in sync. It was more authentic not made up at all. I did not stop for a moment to think.... words just flowed. I became a chat master. Lazy, but still open to a good chat. I even learnt to use emoticons suitably. I still Pride myself on 4 live Windows and a perfect chat accuracy and none have ever realise my multitasking.

Eventually I realised I am not a writer but a typer (typist to be accurate)... I can type well but I cannot write well. I can sit with a pen in my hand for hours and never put a word across. Words fail me when my tool is a pen and the same words brim and spill all over on Chat sessions. Small compliments, motivations, reinforcements took the toll on me and I wanted a bigger platform to perform my music ....writing, rather typing. This new interest propelled me to be a blogger. I unleashed the creativity in me. I am a lover of beauty, anything beautiful excites me. So I designed a beautiful blog page for me. And now hope creativity is at its best. Friends, loved ones, wished me well, in my endeavour to find the perfect place for my vocabulary. What can I tell them ... just this…?

 I hate to write but here I write.