Yesterday, around 10:30 at night, I called up one of my friends to learn about his job search run and the outcome of it after a month’s hunt. But surprisingly, Roy Arsenal, the one and only die-hard Arsenal fan I know, one of our good friends, answered the call. Roy is working for a news outsourcing company where he is handling four countries news editions, meant to be packaged for the sailors in the sea. Roy is not a man to be explained in few words or in few sentences. He is endowed with enormous quality and competence and virtually can learn any of the skills if it is of his liking. If he thinks he can do this, he does that.
A workaholic, passionate poet, football lover, voracious reader, Roy was not mature in mind to decide for his life to take up the job of his liking or to say even the opportunities were not that great those days when he started looking for the job.
Many of us when we were looking for sound job in those days with good money; Roy had made it in one of the Call center when there were only a few in the market or say during the beginning of the outsourcing business days. He was fast in work and popular choice on the floor. He was one of the few trusted employees who can pitch in any time for the skill display to salvage the prestige of the employer or getting a new business lead in terms of employee’s asset. And then on, one after the other, he kept on changing job with good money. Job was never a constraint for him.
Though, envious we were with each other on professional fronts, yet we were getting close on our selective choices. He loved reading and I too, he loved discussing many things on and off and out of the bound, may it be rubbish, ridiculous or highly thoughtful and most of the occasion I was there to say my rubbish and listen to his thought provoked talks. Most of the occasion, we used to be in different worlds of moods and swings where inhibition had no choices.
I clearly recall, working for a monthly magazine as a Special Correspondent and Research writer, I was hardly meeting my monitory needs and struggling to maintain my job. Whereas, Roy was royal and doing well, though he will not budge with his life for the sake of job. Amidst all, the days we pass together, I could feel Roy wants to get into writing. But he hardly spoke to me about his plans. Only when I left Delhi he started looking for a job in writing. Tough as it always would be because the writing world is filled with more pseudo writers who would not welcome a original writer even though a beginner in to its domain.
Roy struggle, stumble, falter but never said no to his choice of new found love in writing profession. The more he felt dejected, the more he became tougher and his conviction grew stronger to take on challenges. After all how long any one can deny the opportunities once you have the talent in you. Roy freelanced, blogged, stormed and blew the wind and stirred the undercurrent with some of his write-ups. He sustained with his meager savings and paltry earnings before he became the editor of the professional news agency.
Roy continued writing in many forms, for different audience. Last night when the drink was taking him high and shyness was blown off, came in a closely guarded secret. He no longer wants to remain on the payroll of the few business houses to survive as a writer. Bravo! The writer has finally got up from the slumber and wants to fight out and carve his niche. He works on his own project after his office hours, from night 8 PM to 4 AM in the morning. He precisely knows that spare time will never come into his life unless he makes it. Yes! The obsession of writing is working for him. He is madly in love with his writing.
He said, “I do not want to repent at the end saying that I never tried, at least I would be happy having tried. Rest I do not know.” As he puts cautiously, I can read between the lines his hidden ambition and silent attack. Whether he says or not I am going to say that he is going to make it big. When? I have no answer and even he will have no answer now. But I am sure his obsession of writing is going to take him as high as the towering mountains and as deep as bottom of the oceans.
May be Roy’s obsession is haunting my writer to be obsessed. Why don't you find out your writer in yourself?
