story about me

This is a story of a girl. She is ambitious, determined, and worthy, which sets her apart from her peers. During her early days, she realized she would have to struggle passionately for what she wanted to achieve. It was not about her parents, who were just about well-to-do, but it was about herself. She never wanted to spend an extra penny from what she had collected through her vacation jobs. These were, though, not sufficient to pay her school fees, but enough to pay for other activities she immersed herself into. She spent the hard earned moolah develop her talents by learning music, dancing, and dramatics, as well as buying new books. When her small feet working hard during the vacation, she got involved in various activities during her school days.
“What do you get by doing all this?” one of her school friends questioned her, wondering if she had any time to play.
“One day I will become the world's best scriptwriter, and for that, I have to train myself. I have to learn all the nuances of cinema – a complex whole.”
“You are stupid. There are better things to do than to be a scri… scribble writer… or whatever it is…”
The days passed like gushes of wind. Like everyone else, she had her ups and downs, but all that mattered to her was to achieve her final goal. She always loved her independence. Every holiday, when her friends were partying, she was serving. Soon she entered her college, where her earnings seemed to be a little part of what she could pay for an expensive media course. She asked her parents for a loan, which she tried to repay as and when she earned a little dough. It was her determination to be a creator, one day.
“One day mom, you would see me on that stage receiving the Oscar for Best Screenplay and you would hear the whole world applauding.”
The loan was obviously agreed upon. Finally, she completed her Bachelor’s degree. All set to be a writer, at least. Is it all that simple? There were almost negligible doors opened for writers, and they demanded experience. It was a Catch 22 situation.
“Oh, don’t worry about my daughter;” I heard my mother telling her friend, “She is one of those go-getters.”
She soon found herself some worth and joined a company as a content writer. It was not screenplay writing in anyway, but ‘work is worship’. At last, she was able to pay the loan. Being close to the industry, she realized, there is something still missing in her to write a terrific screenplay. The only way to achieve her aspiration was to complete her Masters in the said field at Hollywood, USA.
She lived in a “third world” country. Her currency valued only one fortieth times the dollar. It was like a major blow to her. If she wanted to study, she would have to pay the fees in dollars. It would take her five more years to collect such a huge amount. The only source was her parents; but, it would mean they would have to spend all their savings and earnings of a lifetime. Her parents agreed to give her the credit. However, she knew they were growing old and would need this money. She would repay them, but that would be after a minimum period of three years. Does this mean she has to put an end to her dreams?
Just then she came across, something called scholarship grant. This was the solution she was looking for. At last, here was a chance to fulfill her ambitions. Her desire to be the most passionate scriptwriter, devoting her life to entertaining movie lovers worldwide was now set to be a reality. No more would a lack of money come in the way of her embarking on her career in films. This is a story of a girl, who is me.

Dangerous illusions

Since couple of days, I have been listing down number of topics that I can write for this blog. These, as I may say so, are day-to-day occurrences and consequences. Alas! I really regret the fact that the list has been always made in my mind. Thanks to my short-term memory, due to which I fail to type them in morning. So, I decided to select the topic only in morning, while venturing to my work-station.

It all happened when I was making my way from Metro theatre to office. I idiotically had a collision with a bicycle. It was my mistake and I admit it. I could see the bicycle goading towards me at full speed, yet, I stood there like the Statue of Liberty (she is the only lady effigy I can remember). Why did I stand there like a fool? Well, that is the story and it starts some years back… fade out (can’t get rid of my filmy touch).

I met a guy, Ashish (name changed) for the first time in my sister’s engagement party. Since then we had been pretty close friends. We talked with each other for hours on phone. I had no “love” for him at all even then. We were just good friends. No boy was ever so friendly with me as he was. Being an adolescent, I was vulnerable to the situation (not physically, but mentally), and so, I thought it was like a film, and we were friends forever. But this was not to last very long. Like a usual scenario - there were misunderstandings, fights, unpleasant occurrences between the two of us. This was mainly due to my inclination towards career, which he did not quiet appreciate and I stepped out of the cocoon to experience the new world, where people like Ashish were described as nothing but a male chauvinist pig. This just added to the situation and I realized how fragile it was. It made me coerce to leave him and move forward. Later, since he belonged to my community, he started spreading rumors about me. Soon he understood I was least affected by any of those and everything finally ended. This I now describe as the worst period of my life and my biggest mistake. So what this story has to do with the tiny accident I had with the bicycle today?

Hmmm…I was listening to one of his favorite songs, unfortunately happen to be my preferred one too, and was suddenly dragged into the past. Being a scriptwriter, things often come to life when I am thinking something, as if I was watching a film. I was not aware of the surrounding and that is exactly the moment, “bang”, the bicycle came and knocked me off. Well, the rider had all the rights to abuse me, as I was standing in the middle of the road staring at him but not even moving by and itch. But you see I am a girl and he really couldn’t do anything. Neither of us spoke a word and departed continuing our journey.

Sometimes, unconsciously though, we jeopardize our lives for someone who does not even matter to us in slightest of its sense. But when we think about them, our mind takes us to another plateau, where things are not like the way we see them, and yet, we are compelled to believe their existence. What happened today was not in my control. So I cannot blame myself for it. Ashish or the bicycle riders were too not at fault. Yet what happened could have been graver than just a passing by affair.