Back in my school days I used to be an awkward kid when it came to English Language. I knew I was a good storyteller-my mum used to say the same when she caught me in one of my devious ways of getting more chocolate or ice-cream, but somehow the words never found that flow which was needed to be comprehended; especially when you’re a teenager. Mispronounced words & a mediocre vocabulary did bring me a lot of criticism & embarrassment within my social circle all adding to my dismay. Well somewhere down the line, apart from “puberty”, “identity crisis” and “growing-up pangs” things begun to change. I can’t really thank one person or thing for it….but I do remember vaguely reading secretly from my brother’s TOFEL books and also drowning myself into English TV serials & movies, (Oh ya!…the idiot box ain’t that idiotic my friend). No matter how I did it I got here today where I made one of the most improbable discoveries…. the “Writer” in me. Thanks to my dear friends in Femina who noticed this in me and gave me an opportunity that the 14year old back then would never ever have dreamt of.
Please do pick up the June 17th Femina issue to read my reviews & would love to know what you think of them.
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