When I read through my old writings, I find them amateurish, offbeat and sometimes a good way to observe the changes in me. The flowery language, metaphorical usage and Elizabethan-Victorian-Romantic sways - certainly sound archaic today. I find the prose, especially corny. That was essentially me some years ago, and I would attribute it to my affinity towards Palgrave's and Maugham's works. I still remember the good old college days, when we used to very often swear on the love poems and love letters of our favorite poets, with and without context.
Here is one such specimen:
CountLeo Tolstoy, Russian writer, to Valeria Arsenev, his fiancé.
November 2, 1856
"I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious - your heart, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know. Believe me, nothing on earth is given without labour, even love, the most beautiful and natural of feelings."
Now isn't that corny? But we loved corny. Those were the days!
Last week, as I was sorting my old papers, I came across a few old diaries that dated back to my school and college days. As I sat down to read through some, I realized the growth in me, the growth in the thought process. A kind of disbelief engulfed me! That is when I realized that I have evolved so much as a writer. Time has changed since, and so has society and our thought process. This is-it-me syndrome is disconcerting, but at the same time, an eye opener! I got to know how fast and how well I have evolved as a human and as a writer. I have metamorphosed into someone who has developed an overwhelming fascination for simplicity and minimalism. This has largely taken over my prose and poetry of late.
The beauty of plain speak is enormous, and if you read through one of my haikus you will realize what simplicity has done to me!
The Scar Soothing Spring
The scar soothing spring
Came in sun, showers and shine
So what you didn't come?
As much as I respect this growth in me, I will always appreciate the various stages as a writer. I am sure we all do.
It would be fascinating to hear your story.