NEVER, EVER GIVE UP!

Sitting by the French windows, in the comforts of my beautiful home, I gaze down at the green-coloured trams passing by. Although anyone observing me at that moment would assert that I was, maybe, doing a Ph.D. on trams by gazing at them, fact is – I was merely lost in my own thoughts; my thoughts about what it is it that I really wanted to do in my life.

Ever since I was a kid, the answer to this question has changed a lot. There was a time when I wanted to become a world-class athlete; I won many sports championship back in the day and did become one, but unfortunately, this phase lasted only until my school days got over. I know a lot of people would be falling off their chairs laughing while reading this, but I swear, ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS AN ATHLETE.

Then, I wanted to become a choreographer; I wanted to forget the world, be lost to the music, feel every word, and for the duration of the performance, transcend into a realm outside of my fixed realities. Although I still got the moves, this one didn’t pan out either. Then, there was the I.A.S phase, the Corporate Cat phase, the Tennis Star phase, and so on.

Eventually, as fate would have it, I became a Content Writer. I mention fate, here, because despite enjoying creative writing, I never thought I could ever make a career out of it; it just happened. Maybe, there was a reason why I started writing or maybe, there wasn’t.

Anyway, from the very moment I started writing, a lot of people would come up to me and question – why wasn’t I doing the most millennial thing almost all writers do: write BLOGS? I, too, asked myself – why not?

So, I finally gave it a thought: A blog, huh? Great idea! But…how the heck do I get started? There’s so much info out there on the web, and everyone’s telling me to do different things. Who do I listen to? Where’s the starting point? Damnit, maybe I should just forget it – it’s too confusing! I was, almost, about to give up, but then I remembered a small incident from my childhood; a rather unique one to my situation, I must add. Read on…

For those who did not know me in my early years, let me give out a few details. I spent a few years of my childhood among five boys, in a small town. 3 of them were my lovely cousins and rest two – my parents’ mistakes. Anyway, one can only imagine the influence on the only girl among five boys. Needless to say, I walked and even talked like a boy, most times. The thought of wearing dresses or any kind of girly attire would shatter my guts to no end. I instead pulled pants off of my brothers; demanding to wear the same kind of shirts and trousers that they wore. As I was only a kid when I did all this, everyone in the family deemed it to be funny and harmless. Good ol’ days, I tell you!

But soon, we shifted to Mumbai and in the blink of an eye, I was old enough to go to school. Like any other small-town kid, I was trying to adjust to this new sophisticated English medium school. Frankly, I didn’t try too hard and had to face its repercussions. My first teacher, in this school, ended up calling my father and complained how I couldn’t talk or write in English, correctly and how I, sometimes, spoke like boys with all the ‘aunga, jaunga and khaunga’ slipping out of my tongue, without any resistance. My father tried explaining to her the reason for the difficulties. She, however, insisted that I be punished strictly or be taken out of school. Some teachers don’t really understand the meaning of the word TEACHers.

Naturally, I got upset about the whole thing and cried like it was the end of the world. That’s when my father intervened and made me believe that it wasn’t. He explained that English was merely a language and like any other language, with time, it can be learned and mastered. He helped me, immensely, despite his crazy work schedule. He would take time off to do my lessons with me. He would converse with me in English, frequently; he would explain the meaning of the words and phrases that I couldn’t fathom; and since, I had moved away from my cousins the ‘aunga, jaunga, and khaunga’, too, had stopped, automatically.

Finally, not too late, a day came when I could easily converse and write in English, correctly. I even conversed with that same teacher, on many occasions. She would, often, wonder and ask her colleagues about how I had turned around, so soon. Little did she know that I had a guiding angel who made sure I never gave up and, definitely, not for such a silly reason.

Years later, today, sitting at my desk and hitting a lifeless keyboard with a little bit of confusion but a lot of hope and gratitude, I ask myself again: why not blogs? Maybe, that incident took place to push me in the right direction. Maybe, I was destined to take lessons from my father and put them to good use, someday. Maybe, all that I learned during that time would become a part of a small story, just like this one, here. Maybe, I’ll write a good blog or maybe, I’ll put my readers to sleep. Either way, I’ll be doing them a favour, I guess. I know, I have a long way to go and a lot to learn, but I also know that I must start somewhere; and what better way to start than thanking the man who made all this possible; who made me believe in myself, taught me to, always, carry hope in my heart and to, finally, NEVER, EVER GIVE UP.

Thank you, Papa!

Published by Devyani

Hello there, and welcome to my little corner of the internet. If you are going to read further – thank you, in advance! My name is Devyani, and I’m not your average scribbler but a professional writer, editor, and digital marketer with a knack for crafting easily digestible content and strategy - basically a conduit between the brand and consumer. I am someone who weaves her words with emotions. I find writing very therapeutic. A big fan of unconventional love stories; I love telling them and hate being restricted. I am a believer, with an attention span of a toddler; found to be the happiest in the company of children and dogs. I started this blog with a goal to create a space where I can post whatever, accurately, reflects what’s in my heart and on my mind. I want to share my personal experiences and interact with those going through similar situations. I, also, plan to use my blog to document my personal and professional growth, share my personal style, travel vlogs, and give tips on, almost, everything under the sun. I hope you enjoy reading this blog as much as I enjoy creating it! Read on! 😊

21 thoughts on “NEVER, EVER GIVE UP!

  1. My doll,
    There is clay and sand everywhere. But certain are picked up to create an idol and other things. ” Har Mitti se Murat nahi banti, Har Pathhar tarasha nahi ja sakta, Inki apni ek khasiyat aur khoobi hoti hai.” There are Special qualities in you, which were not noticed by you until now. You are definitely extra special, Please accept yourself, rest are just mediums.
    Love you beta..We are proud to have you as our daughter.

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    1. I guess, my genetic composition comes into play for everything you’ve said.😀
      I owe you and Maa, all that I am today and all that I will be. I love you, both. 😘

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  2. Great going diidddzzzzz.. you really are a proud daughter of a super duper proud set of parents!!! loads of love,luck and good wishes to you once again, uncle’s forever “Little Miss Sunshine”!!!! 💖😊😘😉

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  3. Way to go girl👍🏼✌🏼 Just being honest it’s beautifully written and well expressed! This marks the sign of a true writer….u definitely have it in you❤️🤗👏🏼

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  4. This is a very good start. Looking forward to your next Didi. Even I was confused on how to start writing a blog. Didn’t know exactly how to do it. I could totally relate to that feeling. It’s almost a year that I wrote something. Reading your write up makes me feel like doing it again. Thank you 😊

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    1. Thank you, Abhi! I am glad my blog helped in someway. You should, definitely, go back to writing. Sometimes, taking that leap of faith is all you can do and going by your instagram posts, I think you, already, are an ace writer. Good luck! 😊

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    1. Thank you, Shanu. Tum jitni pyari ho utni hi pyari baatein karti ho. Trust me, the feelings are mutual as I am a huge fan of your singing. Stay tuned for more blogs. 😊

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  5. Wow Devyani!! A fine piece of writing, I must say, expressing your love and greatfulness to your father.. Your dad must be one proud Father.. Way to go girl.. 😊

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    1. Thank you! I am glad you liked it. Yes, my dad’s a sweetheart. I wish to keep doing things that would make him prouder because I am, definitely, a proud daughter. 😊

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