Out of all the subjects in the curriculum, I always picked up the english texts, as soon as the new books arrived for the new class. I used to flip over the pages and see the pictures in them and among which I chose the colourful pictures and then read their stories. Gradually, i would have completed reading the whole book before i entered the class rooms. English teachers have been my favourite of all times!

I got an opportunity to do my higher secondary schooling from my native place where the literacy rates reach the toppest of all. Here the scenario was a bit different than the earlier schools where I had been. We had 2 english papers, where 1 was the normal prose and poetries whereas the other was grammar. Pure grammar! We could easily go through the first paper but the latter one was sometimes fatal! Anyhow most of us cleared both the papers at the end of the year.

What inspired me here in further cultivating my interest in the language was my teacher who taught the language. He always had a story of his own to start the day. Perhaps the story might be a fresh one from his imaginations yet he made us believe it happened a moment ago. We always cherished his hidden grin, happy to fool us with his made up stories. One of my poems describe him as Grandpa, where I tried to have his sketch in words.

What he taught us was, when you speak or write, the audience or the reader should be able to have all his senses on our words. That is, the people should be able to see, hear,smell, touch and if possible taste the written matter in their imagination. Such effective should be the writing. In addition to that, reading should contain something that make them create a curiosity in them to know what happens next.

Anyways, the regular readers read, what the actual writer inspires is to make the other ones too.

Happy reading and Happy writing and Happy blogging too! 😄