How to begin

Suppose someone gave you a pen—a sealed, solid colored pen.

You couldn’t see how much ink it had. It might just run dry after a few tentative words or last just enough to create a masterpiece or several more that would last forever and make a difference in the scheme of things. You don’t know what would happen before you begin.

Under the rules of the game, you really would never know. You might lose or you might just win. You have to take that chance!

Actually, no rule of the game states that you must do anything. Instead of picking up and using the pen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will dry up, unused.

But if you just decide to use it, what would you do with it? How will you play the game?

Would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word? Would your plans be so extensive that you never even got to the writing?

Or would you take the pen in the hand, plunge right in and just do it, struggling to keep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where they take you?

Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, or would you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen will write for ever and proceed accordingly?

And of what would you write??: of love? Betrayal? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Something? Everything?

Would you write to just please yourself? Or others? Or yourself by writing for others?

Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain?

Would you even write? Once you have a pen, there is no hard and fast rule saying you have to write. Would you sketch? Scribble? Doodle or draw?

Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if they were there? Or are they?

There’s a lot to think about here, isn’t there?

Now, suppose someone gave you a life…

I donno the origin of this article, but it really applies to me. So many blog sites so much to write, but what to start off with ???

my intro ? who would want to know about me anyway... if they wanna know abt me look into my profile...
my family and personal life ? No way... gets too personal that ...
my school ? though they were some real good memories, they are fast fading... cannot remember most of it...
my engg days ? man were they too good ... the best days of my life... but the 4 yrs can be condensed into a nutshell...
my present mba ? if engg was 4 years, mba is only 2yrs... half a nutshell ? no maybe considering the actual hours put in an mba to that of engg, maybe it wud fill a nutshell complete

what the heck... let me write about the rest of my life - which begins from now...