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       We read many stories, some chapters will become our favorite, some heart breaking, some happy ending, some struggling and some lessons and pleasant in the end chapter. We always read the stories portrayed  by the storytellers, their thoughts, their imaginations, their creativity and their writings. But what is the story of the storyteller?. What are their chapters?. What are the characters involved in their story?. Is it a tragedy or thriller or romantic or is it so much of struggling or hard work?. Let's dive into "Once upon a time, there was a storyteller" of a storyteller's story.

       I was a normal middle class person, studious in studies, always topped in exams. I finished Engineering as a Rank Holder but without a job. There were so many placements in my college but I didn't give a damn about it. Yeah there was a thing I cared when it comes to my career and it was a boring thing because who will like to read books. Yep you got it right. Writing is my thing, boring to the hell kind of a thing.

       You know there was an unsaid rule you should follow when working hard for your thing - Become deaf to the criticisms. While working tirelessly for your dream is one hurdle, there's yet another hurdle to leap over it.  It's criticisms and I got plenty of those. Yeah almost from everyone. My parents, my girl friend, my best friends and who are the relatives and why they have to judge on me?. I feel like writing the whole book of bad words when some relative asks me 'Didn't you go to a job?'. 

       But I became deaf to those things and went after the thing I really cared about, yeah, following the above said unsaid rule. It wasn't that easy though. But I gradually leaped over it. I tried almost everything I could to see myself as a writer. My shelf is full of 'Everybody writes', 'Bird by Bird', 'The War of Art' kind of books, will read at least one book every three days, will write everyday tirelessly. I might have wrote dozens of short stories, three to four novels and still writing more, all published in my blog. Monetizing my blog?. Yeah it was big failure. With no one supporting, not even my friends, getting the views for it was a big struggle then. I used to step into the publisher's house every week, atleast once in a month, took several online courses and competitions. Yeah I won some, learned many and still not enough to publish a book. 

         I then started to doubt my own capabilities, my talent and my potential. I even started to apply for jobs in some IT companies. Yeah being deserted from the family, seeing a penny for the rent, food and other needs was a great challenge. The most heart breaking moment was when I wore an ID card to a company, to a job that I always hated, almost cried when stepping into the gates of  that company. Those three months was hell. Yeah I was a failure but just then a call from an unknown number came.

        "Hi, our Publisher read one of your story from your blog. Can we meet you if at all you want to make it a book?". I was so excited and went right in to his house. They asked me to sign papers which I didn't read. After I signed it, they told me that they will give me a call which they didn't. It was a month after I realized when I read a book. Yeah it was my story, little modified to make it a book. But still the core and many things associated around it was mine. I felt devastated. I complained to the police which didn't work as the papers I signed clearly states that it wasn't my story. 

         The news spread, well to my parents, relatives, my girl friend and my friends. My dad scolded me, my mom cried to come back, my girl friend screams to stop all those nonsense writings, relatives striking sharp with their ill-treated words and my friends advising me to stop writing and focus on my current job. Even my co-workers started to look at me at different angles. 

        But no one, yeah, not even a single person understood my pain, my tears, my torn apart heart, yeah none of these matters to anyone. All they wanted was that I should stop writing.

"Next category of the award is the best writer of the year 2020 and the award goes to . . . . "

Oops I forget to mention my name. My name is Vikram Mahadevan.

"And The Award Goes To Mr. Vikram Mahadevan for his works on his book 'The Rage Of The Writer' "

Yeah I never stopped writing. 







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