Introduction to my Blog Old is Gold

The other day I was just cleaning up my apartment and trying to clear out my old stuff when I chanced upon a blue folder. Inside were neatly handwritten full scap papers which comprised of the stories and poems that I had written during my adolescent years. I left whatever I was doing and started reading it one by one. Thanks to the dust it had accumulated over the years I was sneezing like there was no tomorrow. It reminded me of a forgotten phase of my life, my growing up years. It took me back in time when I was trying to take my new found hobby seriously. I tried to replicate thoughts would have been when I was writing each one of them but unfortunately I failed to do so more often than not. There might have been far too many experiences in my life that my memory seems to be clouded now. I had reservations about making these public because some were kind of embarrassing when I think about it now. But I thought what the hell ? There was a time when I used to carry all these pieces of my writing in my purse and used to show it to my friends and family. I asked myself what is the whole point of me writing all this and keeping it locked somewhere I can't remember. I tried to think through the eyes of a wiry bespectacled boy who had written it then but had no way for others to read his works. I used to yearn for recognition for my writing skills back then. I guess writing skill wasn't considered as glamorous those days or even for that matter now .Say it doesn't give you that much attention like singing, dancing or playing the piano which kind of was sad for me at that time .Today there is Facebook, there is BlogSpot and what not and so I decided to go ahead with it .

The main themes of my writings at that time were love, loss, friendship etc. I am pleasantly surprised when I go through my earlier creations because I am was a way different person now.  Even my writing is in a way evolved very much and way different from what I used to write earlier. In order to appreciate my old writings you need to view it through the prism of a young boy who is exposed to a limited amount of literature at that time. More importantly the place where I grew up also the society around me needs to be factored in. I mean you can never compare my hometown Thiruvananthapuram with say the flamboyance of Mumbai where I am currently living and the sophistication of Delhi where I had lived earlier. The situations and the kind of people that a boy interacts growing up in these cities are way different from the cities that I had mentioned earlier. In course of time even the basic fabric of an individual gets altered owing to the changing environment they are thrust upon in the later periods of their lives.