At first it seemed rather confusing and mind blogging.
The very thought of it disabled me from figuring out what i wanted to be and who I wanted to be.I just knew a few things. a)I couldn't be a science nerd even if i wanted. b)I couldn't be a sportsperson it just wasn't me. c) I couldn't be an architect for my lines aren't so precise. d) I couldn't even be math-a-magician {the way i like to read it} 'cause i hadn't had math since eighth grade. e) i couldn't be an engineering, that's so not me! F) There are so many things i couldn't be but I just can't be them either.
But what I can be is a writer. Not for the heck of it, not for the money for sure. But for myself. I write because I want to tell people what I think. I write because it gives me pleasure and lessens my thoughts. (Not matter how stupid or silly the thought maybe.)

It's been a year now since I have been freelancing/ writing for newspapers and finally after a solid three month internship with the Times of india, I have found the sole purpose of my love for writing. i have heard my true calling... Writing it is all the way!
Clear about what I wanna write and wanna be, I'm grateful for the days of the confusion and chaotic thoughts i have fought with.