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I remember being blown away when I read Mark Twain’s most popular book “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” for the first time. Back then I was in sixth grade. I was impressed, at once. It had such a huge impact in my life that it’s hard to zero in on just one significant area.

I had this queer habit of wearing skins of protagonists that I would become them. I remember collecting petty things like nails, pebbles, marbles, chewing gum wrappers, safety pins and strings, for the sake of trading them during desperate times, just like Tom would. Unfortunately I wasn’t that smart! I couldn’t coax even a mosquito into biting me. Also no one cared for the trivial things in my pocket.

Thomas meant trouble. So would I think in my little head, if someone called me by my full name it would insinuate trouble too. But that would rarely happen. I kept waiting for someone to call me by my full name, but people barely remembered to care. Also, I was probably the only one around smitten by the boy’s life, I think.

Becky Thatcher wasn’t just Tom’s love life. She was mine too. I remember putting a face to my image of Becky. I was new in the school and there was this girl who was the custodian of the class. She wasn’t that pretty, but in my head she was. I imagined Becky to be just like her. She would stand minding her own business, and I would read her expressions closely wondering if Becky would say something like that to Tom, or if Becky was pissed she would make faces like that! Mark Twain was the first writer to have successfully stirred up the absent emotional quotient in my heart. I barely matched anyone’s frequency then. Also it felt like a dud idea to feel for a wall that doesn’t hug you back.

There were some enemy elements to the endearing Tom’s tale which made the story enthralling, but the part with Becky in it appealed to me the most. I would at once subconsciously enter the ecstasy zone, and silently wish them both good. I would remain in that eternal rapture until of course the fun lasted.

When I was done with the book, I reread it just to feel my goosebumps again. I remember reading it a couple of times to relive every bit of it. I remember wishing every inscribed memory undone, so that reading it would be unparalleled fun all over again.

Sometimes I wish if that could be applied to every feeling we encounter for the first time. The first of everything walks in with a titillating head. The thrill, the excitement that it packs in is unmatched, which wanes as it gets reiterated.

Just the thought of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” hauls me back in time, and compels me to think about how exhilarating the whole experience was.

I wish to walk in a story like Tom’s adventure. Sometimes I wish to be like words in a story. But then again, aren’t I already?

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I have been meaning to write this for so long. I have been watching ‘creation’ closely. How it pleasures me! How it rejuvenates me! How I feel, I have done something meaningful after an act of creation. Don’t we all jump with joy when we ‘create’?

There is something about creation that enthuses us. While we are in the process, it brings smile to our faces. It is one of the most beautiful feelings on this mundane planet. Glad we never run out of reasons to smile.

Just rein your thought-horses for a while and ask this question, “Why do you think we are here?” There’s gotta be something, that someone wants of us. We are placed deliberately like pawns in a board of chess. We are supposed to move as our master commands. We must follow something. Also our movements are confined. We can’t barge like a rook or gallop like a knight. We are being watched. We can’t escape the chess-pod. There is nothing out there, just death!

What if there is no master up there? What if nobody is playing us? Are we bereft? Are we dropped just because our superiors wish to see us how we behave, without a fixed purpose?

There has to be something remarkable and useful that we are supposed to do. We have been conferred all those Lego blocks (here matter) that we are supposed to play with, who knows what for, could be just to impress our FATHER.

Okay, carrying out a proper introspection of ourselves, we gather the following facts. Here I’ll quickly rant about some of the major body parts meant to incite creation.

  • We have been given hands. Alright! Bam! That’s for creation. Let us use them to build, create and adorn new things.
  • Then there are eyes, which could definitely be meant for perceiving our creation and of course marvel.
  • Ears and mouth would aid a team to communicate while they create, so they share work and eschew burdens.
  • Legs are accorded so that we could move and create things at different locations all across the globe. Just imagine, without legs, how our compilations would pile up and we would fail to acknowledge creation of others.
  • A brain full of thoughts permeates us, so that we never run out of ideas. So far, we have been successful in thinking every possible thought there is. Our ideas will never cease to exist. Our still waters still run deep.
  • Nose to inhale the invigorating fragrance of our artifacts. Also to breathe wonderful aroma of nature’s creation. Don’t we love inhaling the awesome scent of food getting cooked?
  • The act of savoring our creation is taken care of by our rapacious tongue. Let us chew our food properly with our teeth to extract the gist from a morsel and then relish it with the bounty hunter.

If we are here, I am sure it is not just for eating, drinking and sleeping. We are bestowed with hands not just for wiping our ass when we are done.

When I give a good look at my activities, I come up with creation at every step. (Remember this! I am mentioning this not coz of vanity but just to slip you an instance.)

I write.
I cook.
I imagine.
I draw.
I animate.
I paint.
I review.
I code.
I earn.
I learn and produce.
I compose.
I rhyme.
I think.
I fantasize.
I doodle.
I picture.

All of the above mentioned activities are dipped in creation. I love doing them all. Even while you read a book, you create instances and make them happen in your thoughts. You imagine them. It is always the first time with you. It is your thought. It is your creation. Your thoughts might come into synchronization with thoughts of others, but they would still remain yours.

We create at every step. Even if you don’t have any talents, you still create ‘events’. Every day, new events happen. None of the events have ever reiterated. If they have, then you have defeated time.

There is a reason why we are here. Whenever I ask myself the question why, I always end up with one and only one solution : CREATION