About this Pen and the Ink

 

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A bespectacled lad from the filter coffee preferring south Indian coastal city of Chennai. The Japanese coined a word just for me – Tsundoku, which means the act of buying a book and leaving it unread, often piled together with other unread books. Although I must add, having an unread library is the way I could truly honour the late Umberto Eco.

When not watching movies in theaters or beach walking on Marina, you can find me at home reading a book or writing a journal or Netflixing. While I do all this as Ravi Kiran, my alter ego – Kavir Nair needs an exclusive space to write. Hence, he has chosen this abode.

Why I Write? – A Writer’s Manifesto

Among all the creations of the world, a human being is special. What makes a human special is his ability to communicate to one another and the power to create. But the power to create is enhanced only by the art of communication – the ability to speak and write a language. Writing, however, is a challenging process. It is easy to speak. But to write requires discipline. Writing helps us organize our thoughts before focusing our energy to communicate exactly what we have in our minds.

In the age of social networks and numerous distractions, writing is its own reward. We write only when we are truly convinced of what we absolutely believe in. We read, discuss with different minds on their opinions before we decide to pen our thoughts. When we write what we truly believe in, we give affirmation to ourselves. Writing gives us a sense of pride.

Writing is a way to unchain ourselves from the burden of undesirable experiences. We all go through moments or phases that make us angry or sad. I began writing, while in college, to primarily vent out my frustrations or to let go of hurtful memories. As I wrote about them in my private journal in solitude, I found myself to be more relieved. That was when I realized that writing gave me happiness and peace.

The more I wrote, I found my desire to write about things I loved. I finally began to appreciate and love my writing. Writing freed me from all of my inhibitions. It also allowed me to openly share my thoughts with others, which I considered worth sharing.

From reading fiction and listening to the experiences of others, the desire to write short stories was born. There were now stories in my head that waited patiently to be penned. I wanted to remain truthful to these small worlds filled with people, each unique and different from the other. As the short stories gathered praise, I chose to practice and train hard to hone my writing craft.

Writing, in general, is an individual exercise. Reading, on the other hand, is a collective experience. Yes, each person perceives the world through the lenses of his or her experiences. A writer’s intelligence is always lesser than that of the collective intelligence of readers. Writing is the way to read oneself with clarity. I seek clarity on every subject to satisfying my burgeoning desire to learn. I wish to learn as much from the reader as he can learn from my writings. This is the reason why I find great joy in sharing my writings with others.

A word when written remains in the possession of the writer. But when a word is read, it belongs to the reader. Therefore, I write and share to connect with others. I hope my writings act as a lighthouse to the lost souls, comfort the disturbed and give the reader something to cherish. Writing is for me, a way of giving back to life for the countless gifts I continue to receive. I hope my writings do not lay forgotten like epitaphs in the graveyards of oblivion but shall be treasured in the museums of readers’ hearts.

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