I was a breach-baby and had arrived into this world with my head held high and my feet on the ground. Conventional, I wasn’t, even back then. My grandfather, an acclaimed astrologer, had labelled me impulsive in my astrology chart. I am impulsive and impatient in the matters of the heart. I don’t believe in first impressions, but in deep impressions. When I meet someone new, I just know what kind of person he/she is. It’s a gift at times and a curse too. I can look into their souls, scared already?
Just because my article is titled eccentric, doesn’t mean that I am one too, or does it? I like to think of myself as a student of life and like any good student, I am dexterous. I study human behaviour and draw my own conclusions. I am seldom wrong, and when I am, I chalk it up to experience. We are human and to err is our birthright.
I enjoy writing, am not an expert but it’s my passion. I think writers are very brave, because they put their thoughts out in the open for the entire world to read and react. Some reactions are great but some not so much, but that doesn’t deter the driven and really focussed ones. I write to soothe my soul, to keep my sanity intact. Not everybody likes what I write, but I do and that is good enough for me.
Sharing something I had written for aspiring artists, ‘Be honest to yourself and your beliefs, the rest will follow. Let no one, other than your intuition dictate, influence or steer you in a particular direction. It’s your life, ideas and emotions which propel you forward to excel in your chosen field. Go live your life on your own terms; the world will follow in your footsteps, or at least part of the world will.’ Call me eccentric, see if I care … 🙂