Breakfast Babble is ED’s own little space on the interwebs where we gather to discuss ideas and get pumped up (or not) for the day. We judge things too. Sometimes. Always. Whatever, call it catharsis and join in people.
Something that every writer will be able to relate to is the transition between “Damn, did I write this?” (affectionate) and “Damn, did I write this?” (derogatory), when they re-read their writing.
If this happens to you all the time, then it’s a ‘US Moment’. The youth media platform, ED Times, has helped me grow so much as a writer. I am now able to communicate better, organize my thoughts in a much better way and thrive the best as a writer. However, self-doubt never leaves us, does it?
When you are writing, an article for instance, you’ll leave no stone unturned to add as much information about the topic as possible. When I started with this, a zillion tabs used to be opened on my laptop but at the end, I used to get all haywire, losing control of what to write and from which credible source.
With time, I mastered the skill of taking information from multiple sources, adding all the relevant points and creating a one-stop piece for the audience. Re-reading my articles after some time then brings so much satisfaction. I am, in absolutely no way, being pompous, but it does make me feel like, “Wow man, this is pure art.”
But such things happen less than often. Because most of the time, when you re-read something that you wrote earlier, makes you feel so cringe. Take the example of the personal diary you used to maintain during your childhood.
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My brother once came across that diary and read it out loud in front of everyone. What does embarrassment feel like? I experienced it that day. It made me want to permanently shift to Antarctica or hide in Darjeeling hills and take Sanyaas there.
The very first lines were, “Dear Diary, mumma compared me with Javvi (my cousin, who my mother could exchange for me) today. I bet she isn’t my real mother. But then why did she buy me gold earrings on my birthday? Oh, my blood mother is paying her just to take care of me. I will call this lady ‘aunty’ from today.” And then later when she reconciled with me and hugged me to sleep, she was back to my ‘mumma.’ (please don’t judge me, I was just ten).
We tend to think a certain way, especially when our emotions are at their peak. We write what we feel and when we go through those writings at a later stage in life, either we laugh out loud or realise that we were unable to see the full picture at that time.
To all my fellow writers, I hope we all share the same sentiments. Feel free to tell us more about them in the comments below.
Sources: Bloggers’ own opinion
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