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Why I want to be a writer pt 2

Pariskha Pe Charcha aired live yesterday. There was a short essay contest held before that, where each student had to write an essay on a topic of their choice. {there were five topics given.} I chose the one which involved talking about goals and aspirations, and here's my entry. Hope you like it! :)

Originality is God's gift to every human being that he doesn't realize until a fine day. In the competitive world that we live in today, we pursue a career that would place us in a so-called' hot spot.' Attaining enlightenment today has come to mean following one's passion. I strongly believe in the phrase, ' A pen is mightier than a sword.' And that is why I want to pursue writing as my living cause.

 By 'Writer', I don't mean becoming the next Hemingway or Dickens. What I mean by a 'Writer' is that I want to create a paradise of my own, a place in history even the worst destitution can't destroy. 'Writing' to me is like brushing or eating. You are not forced to do it, yet you cannot live without doing it. 'Writing' in Voltaire's eyes is 'Painting of the voice'. You don't have to be a brain surgeon and get it right the first time, since making mistakes is an integral part of the process. This is the first thing that made me fall in love with writing. And over the years, though my commitment may be infinitely trifling, my love has crossed the bounds of escape velocity. To me, writing is like a chemical reaction, where my fingers are the reagents and I'm the compound that gets disintegrated into different stanzas and minutia. Like stars that constitute a constellation, Man Booker has always constituted my dreams. And I have strong faith that I'd be on that stage one choice day, and experience transcendental delectation.
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