Okay, I’m going to be real with you on this. Thinking really hard about what you could write about, usually drains you out of ideas. That’s because you start thinking that they’re even more worthless than the previous idea you had. Then, there are the times when you know what you want to write about, but can’t do it because you put off doing it way too many times in your head. Legit reasons, or highly superficial, procrastinating ones- both burn your thinking cap and produce pretty much the same effect.
This is an attempt at finally doing that, because extending a deadline means officially granted permission to procrastinate. Here’s my final post for Writing 101, trying to strive for anti brevity, finally!
Years ago, when slam books were the biggest fad, my friends and I would go crazy passing around each one of our little personal ones that we owned with so much pride. We wanted to know all that there was about each other; mostly the stuff that mattered most to us at that time, like what we wanted to be when we grow up, what’s our pet peeve, who’s our secret crush etcetera, etcetera. One blank that I usually didn’t fill was the one where it asked what your most prized possession was.
To think about it, I left it blank for two probable reasons. One, that I need to write something really cool because a lot of people are going to read this. A good rep mattered quite a lot then. Second, was that ‘Woah, I have no idea! I’m going to come back to this later.’ I realised why a little time later, that little blank was way too small for my answer!
Let me give you a walk-through to understand things better.
When I was 4, I absolutely loved one of my dolls. Yes, it was the every girl’s clichéd doll phase. It didn’t last long, but it was pretty strong while it lasted. It was a cute little doll of a baby, bald-headed, forever-smiling. I would carry it in my bad wherever I went. To the market, to the park, to an office party with my dad- it would go wherever I did. (A little Mary had a little lamb-ish, isn’t it?)
Till date, I manage to carry anything that even has the slightest significance to a good time or memory from whenever or wherever. If not in my bag, it will definitely be somewhere in the boxes and boxes of my things which I refuse to get rid of every spring/summer, procrastinated clean-up.
The little torn page from a book that my friend and I found in a school that we’d visited, in the name of vandalism- I still have in my wallet.
A portrait of my family that I made using my below-amateur drawing skills in 2011, I still have, preserved in a notebook full of similar memory-awakening-things.
The top bunk of my study table, still remains filled with my favourite stuffed toys from back then, because you’re really never to old for soft toys!
The endless buckets of nostalgic markers and crayons still sit in their place for the rare outbursts of the artist in me.
Children’s books and pre teen books hold a special place in my heart and I will never give them away for I need them so that my grandchildren’s grandchildren also can read the amazing stories that I’ve read.
Key chains are part of a bag’s charm. One with my name written on it, the one with my favourite character’s little model, the one with a picture worth remembering encased in it- I’m fond of them all.
By now, I’m guessing you have a picture in your head of what I’m going on about. Well, hey let’s add more colour to the picture, shall we?
I carry a box of mint at all times. It comes with the capability of giving you instant fresh breath, and a sense of the sound of having a box full of them when you shake it up a bit. People coming to know that you have it might come off as a negative, because then it’s all gone within seconds, but I’m more of a ‘ the glass is half full’ person.
Magazines never grow old, and are never thrown away when I’m in charge. The stories, poems, artefacts of the times and the pictures are worth preserving forever. The pictures especially appeal to me so much that I can’t help but cut them out to make collages, even if they’re pointless. The thick glossy pages and great cuttable content- why would someone ever not hold on to them?
A notebook and pencil is a must for me- at home, or while travelling. Who knows when you might have to jot down a few things from something you know you won’t remember later on? Who knows which great personality you might stumble upon, and desperately want an autograph? Who knows what boring lecture might be inflicted upon you which would call for mindless doodling?
Well, for the sake of naming the one thing that I call to be my prized possession, I would say it’s my backpack. It’s something I take with me everywhere. Big or small, handy or lofty, heavy or feather light, a bag to me is a sense of knowing that what I need is probably in the thingamajig hanging on my shoulders. More importantly, all the things that I think are important to me would fit right in!
Writing 101, Day 20 (The Finale)