Update

Hey, you guys! Lately, I’ve been out of touch and too busy and tired to post. Anyway, I’m BACK! I’m starting off with a couple of changes. I shall rename my blog from Osamalicious to Ministry Of Eccentricity and that is, mostly because Osamalicious seemed to shock most people. Stay Tuned!

The Art Of Writing

I was never diagnosed with ADHD but with the way my brain runs, and the way I am always all over the place, I’m not surprised that all my friends would go to their graves swearing I have it.

The brain is an intense place where there’s always something occurring, be it a debate, revelation or a captivating obsession that haunts you. As a person who is always defined as, ‘over the top’, struggling to get everything done on time for my magazine, while studying to ace an exam, right after going for a night out in the time, this is especially true for me. The stress and confusion that capture me, trying to keep up with my present as I dream and contemplate about my future leads to the fact that my brain is probably busier than Grand Central Station.

When it all becomes too much, this is when writing comes in. To a majority, writing is merely they tool they use to get their homework done or to fill up the groceries’ list. I see that as a degradation of the word. Writing is an intriguing art where you communicate with someone. To Tina Brown, it’s an audience of millions but to me, it is probably the handful who read my blog, you guys, or probably just me in the case of my diary.

The touch of the sharpened pencil magnetizes your fingers as it makes a frictional sound across paper that your soul hears as a soft, sensational lullaby merely begging your fingers to go on and on. It’s a sensation that hits your body out of nowhere, swoops over you bringing shivers down your spine and knocks on your brain asking to be let out to the world, be it a fashion article, a poem or a script.

Moreover, writing brings about change in the way we function in our everyday life as we are suddenly engulfed by positivity as you instantaneously feel a burden lifted off your back. Your aura brightens and you become a more radiant individual. So if you’re feeling exhausted, tired, depressed, or even betrayed, remember, a swooping, embracing hug awaits you an article away. Sharpen your pencils, ladies and gentlemen, it works better than antidepressants!

Bob

The reason behind this is naïve and possibly stupid. I was told by an amazing friend of mine that talented people are widespread and common but the ones who are eventually said to be 'successful' are the ones who truly choose the pathway of nurturing their talent! I'm gonna tell you a story of a little boy called Bob! I chose the commonest of names as this is no particular person who has rose to a high position or become famous! He is simply a teen who has unearthed his talent!

Where Bob came from, Friday was the day families socialized, and his family and their acquaintances always met up in the Park! Unlike the stereotypical boy, Bob hated football and similar sports. To him friday was 'peace day'. Every Friday morning his family would head to the park. Mothers would gossip while fathers would discuss significant issues like the weather, politics and the economy! The kids were naturally playful, Girls would skip the rope while boys would be playing ball!

Bob, conversely, lied down under the shadows of a willow tree admiring the astonishing greenery or the limited bird species roaming the setting! There, and only there, Bob would find his inner peace. Some mocked him while others attempted attracting to the game but he was what Mr. Ashton, Bob's Father, called a hopeless case when it comes to fitting in. The other boys' failures in attracting him to the game resulted to him being, 'Lazy Bob'.

Again, breaking the trend, the mocking names didn't disturb Bob at all. He didn't complain or attempt to get sympathy looks and acts from elders. Later, he said he was glad he didn't force himself into sports. The little boy says, It may have distracted him from later meeting the love of his life.

A couple of days after his ninth birthday Bob met his true love. When he told people they assumed he was talking about a girl! They were wrong... It was a passion. This passion was his exclusive companion through solitude, joy and occasional misery! His love was the Notepad! Grounded for a reason he doesn't remember, laid Bob in his bedroom wondering what to do. He soon enough laid eyes on the notepad and this was his first encounter with what would have later become the source of his ultimate delight.

Fast forward, six years, Bob is a changed person. The mischievous edge his teachers complained about has vanished and was replaced by a calm attitude. He says, it was because of the lack of activity.

Writing gives Bob an indescribable rush which he never experienced in the past, The flow of words mastered between his hands were like the flow of a maestro's fingers as he directed an orchestra. The Fifteen year old, Bob, when spoken to says, 'I know one day Ill reach my ultimate destiny. I did what I loved and I worked at it so I shall not fail'. Others might dream of being business tycoons or Hollywood stars but Bob will always be the happiest of them all!