Since my childhood I have had an unquenchable appetite for words; reading was next to breathing for me. Getting acquainted with the likes of Albert Camus, Ayn Rand, Marquez, Nietzsche, Maugham, Kafka, Kiran Nagarkar, Bhau Padhye, Richard Bach et al. had a profound impact on me about use of words and portrayal of ideas. I got introduced to existentialism at quite a young age, perhaps.
Nietzsche’s quote, “God is dead”, surprised and shocked me equally. The opening lines in Camus’ “The Stranger”, opened an important human character trait to me about the emotional indifference, wherein his mother’s death does not make any difference to the principle character. The lines read, “Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: ‘Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.’ That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.”
Soon my liking for words had matured from just reading to scribbling some lines of my own. Starting with 2-liners for some advertising pamphlet to 4-liners for some puppy-love type greeting cards, I was writing something that made sense; something that people liked – not sure in what capacity :-). Nonetheless, I continued to write, and write as much I could. I wrote poetry, short stories, and plots for short films.