I am a Writer, not a Journalist

The four weeks of my on-the-job training dawned a realisation in me. The realisation that I am not a journalist but a writer trying to be a journalist. The reasons-

• A journalist writes to sell, a writer writes to express.

• A journalist writes for people, a writer writes for herself/himself.

• A journalist does not have the freedom to write anything and everything. A writer has the creative freedom to write anything.

• A journalist writes what is acceptable, a writer does not care about the acceptability quotient.

• A journalist needs facts, a writer needs inspiration.

• A journalist has to think to write, a writer's account is free flowing.

• A journalist tries to find a 'peg' in everything. A writer just observes.

Hence, I am a writer, not a journalist.

The Hidden World...

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Which place do I belong? The place where I have spent the most of my life...or...The place where I was born and presently living...or...The place which has given me the space to indulge in my interests.
Where do I belong?

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Alas, I belong to my own world...My own utopia which has been there all my life...Which has no topographical or physical boundaries...Where my thoughts are accepted...Where I am not questioned the way I am...I am the queen of this world...This world defines all my notions and beliefs even if they are baseless...This is the world I belong to...

Thus, I wander in this world of my own...

Who am I?

I wander if I ever have to frame a character sketch of myself, how would it be? What would I write about myself? How would I define myself? Its quite surprising that how we have opinions and views about others but when it comes to ourselves, we are clueless. We become judgemental, try to come to terms with our weaknesses and conceal our shortcomings.

We are scared of the 'I am' quotient, scared to confront the dualities of our lives, scared to be asked "Who am I?"