I started writing at the age of 13, October 1990 to be exact when my first article got printed and then there was literally no stopping me! I would write so regularly that the Friday when my article would not appear in the Friday Magazine of the Daily Muslim, that’s when my parents would notice why I have not sent in a submission. This went on until about 1997 and by then I had a good collection of more than 150 articles in the printed media, mainly in the Muslim. It was therefore very hard to explain what happened to my writings after 1997, I just could not write or perhaps lost interest. I gave it a fancy word: A writer’s block.
I wanted to start writing but had lost my confidence. Maybe because with the current trends of blogging and almost everybody either maintaining a blog, or facebook ‘notes’ or atleast an opinion on everything floating around, I was too scared to take the plunge myself. Lets just say some old friends, including my siblings, pushed me into writing once again and like always I threw myself at the deep end of the sea…..opened a new blog altogether!!
‘Shaista thinks’ has no specific theme, because this is MY space and I am going to write about all that I think about (and boy, I think all kinds of crazy things!). I realize its going to be difficult keeping up with the pressure of an independent blog but I am sure I will survive, because after many years I do really want to start once again and it is the renewed passion for writing which will help me pull through the first phase of this blog. Fingers crossed.
This first blog is therefore dedicated to all those who supported me in gaining my confidence back and I hope I live up to their expectations. This is another reason why I have enabled the rating option (much to my own horror!) as this will continue to guide me, in addition to all your comments that I look forward to read.
I am thinking of Kipling right now, as these are my favourite lines from the poem ‘If’ and what better time to remember than the day I renew my passion to write….
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;