Many People Asked me “Why do I write?” I must be clear that I have the obsession of writing journals and few of those writings I publish them in my personal website – https://www.shitwhole.com. I guess I may have already answered the question – for me writing is an obsession, a drug, an addiction and a great stress buster. I relax when I write. I do not have any pre-conceived notion as to what to write. The pen knows which part of the white paper to be colored. The writing is already there in the paper, hidden in the white paper. When the pen begins to color the empty white sheet, meaning-full sentences / words are erupted.
A sculptor, for example, does not sculpt a masterpiece. It is already there inherent in the stone. He simply removes the extra stone! A painter does not paint anything on the canvas. He simply hides few areas and a Monalisa is born! Similarly, I do not write anything. I only color the extra spaces – the writing is born. The writing exists on the paper. I did not do anything new!
Why do I write? Or say ‘Why do I color the white paper? Who is going to read? In the high-end technology digital AI world who will read anything at all on a piece of paper? No miracle will happen, that people will suddenly begin to read the crap I write! This is the usual reproach I encounter every day.
I do not write for anyone. Nor do I expect anyone to read! Who the KCUF this ‘anyone’ at all? Do I know this Anyone? Or not know this Anyone? Whether I know or not know this class called ‘Anyone’, why should I write for them at all? What will I get, if this ‘Anyone’ reads what I write? I do not care if this ‘Anyone’ reads or not. People have also asked “Okay! If you do not write for ‘Anyone’ why do you write at all?
What a stupid question! ‘Why do you write at all’? Though there is no need for me to continue this discussion or to answer any question at all, I have decided to answer for the sake of answering. I in return ask all my ‘askers’, why does a rose flower bloom?
The rose flower bloomed is of bright red color; the early morning dew drops are still present on it; its fragrance is so strong that any person/rather this ‘Anyone’ standing 50 feet away can smell the intoxicating fragrance. A honey bee is hovering around the flower. The question is why did it bloom? For the honey bee? The rose flower bloomed because it is in its nature to bloom. It is the nature of an eagle to fly majestically. It is in the nature of the sun to rise beautifully. Similarly, it is in my nature to write.
A rose or an eagle or the sun do what they do, because it is their nature. They do not do what they do for others to appreciate or criticize. It makes absolutely no difference to them about ‘Anyone’ saying ‘Anything’. It is in my nature to write. It is in my nature to color certain spaces on a white paper. It makes absolutely no difference about ‘Anyone’ saying anything. When the rose flower falls it is still be a rose flower! And when I fall, I will still be what I am!
About the Author
Dr. K. Raja Gopal Reddy is a seasoned internationally qualified Insurance professional.
What you are reading here, may not answer all the questions we have, but has the absolute power of asking unsettling questions which increase the interest in the strange world, and show the contradictory wonders lying just below the surface of the commonest things of life. Look at this disturbing but beautiful thought of Friedrich Nietzsche “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him”.
Dr. Reddy can be reached at: raja66gopal@gmail.com
