Sooner or later. Or someday, I had to write. At
least begin writing. Almost like my life depended on it. As if I had no other
options but to write. And I have to mention Chetan Bhagat. The main reason why
I thought I’d give writing a shot. I mean, he is so effortless. When you read
him, it looks like even I can write. Some inspiring people.
If I meet him one day (if ever I get an
opportunity to meet him, that is) I’ll walk up to him and say, ‘Sir, you are
the foremost reason why I finally started writing. I mean I have been
contemplating to write since many years. But like they say the immediate reason
for the initiation of the First World War was the assassination of the Prince
of or Second World War was the attack on Poland, mine was because I happened to
read one of your books out of the blue. Suddenly. Just like that.’
I am not going to comment on the quality of
his writings. No sir. I mean, anyone could be a critic. It’s so easy to sound
intelligent at someone else’s expense. To me, he is the man who coxed the
writer in me. To draw the chair. Sit. Put the pen to the paper. And write. And thanks to him, I have completed
my first movie script.
Efforts are on. It may or may not make it to the silver
screen. But even if it doesn't I’d still be thankful to him.
Next target – to be a published author.
Yes, I have made up my mind to be India’s most
loved writer too. May be a little less loved than Chetan Bhagat. But to be
loved, still. Thanks Chetan Bhagat. For that little spark you ignited in me.
