How we write?

Deep in my mind, I always had the ambition..the ambition to be a writer. I have nurtured this thought carefully and secretly, protected it from the glances of the world..cherished the dream of it being fulfilled.But its been three decades of my life..and I have nothing to prove that there is a burning desire:no poems, paragraphs or essays ever written..yet I know, my dream is waiting for me..and its not very far..infact, my journey has just begun.

I have finally found where is my fulfillment..I have found my destiny, and no matter what, I know I will see the end of it.

I should have, by now many writtings. But I have a problem, and the problem is damn serious.
I always wonder: how can we write? I think to write one needs a subject..the funny thing is that, I never find a subject! weird..I think. I try to go to the core of it..and is deep drawn into the dillema..first one finds a subject then write, or writes and the subject automatically is found? I try to solve it..but I feel lost! when I ask people, as what can one write about..they come up with so many subjects..like petty matters at home, in streets, in the world..and it baffles me completely. Well, then there are no dearth of subjects! The only thing you have to do is to put it in black and white! Learning the key-point, I am startled, did not think it is as simple. I am now all set..but then..what to write about? and how, damn-it!

Its not that I have nothing to say..I get so many original-thinking stuffs, while walking, while taking showers;I dream well, see so many new things; I have seen so many people, I am well travelled, I have friends in the nook and corners of the world.I know that I know a lot of things which I want to share with others. The only problem is to get the right path for the start.

When I carefully went over the problem, I can see that I like to talk. Talk to friends regarding my life, my views of the world, regarding any newly read article. I can go on talking..I cant survive without. And also I like to write (?!) letters..read it as e-mails..to friends, my parents..and all my letters were well appreciated in the matter of their presentation, content etc. Then where is the problem in me in writting? I think I now know..its called stage-consciousness..I can go on talking or writting mails, the moment I realise I could produce them as writtings, things fall apart. All my flow are gone, my thoughts no longer move.

I have therefore come to a solution which can save my life. I should transform my talking and chats to writings. I should write as if I am chatting to a friend..without any fear, without any barrier..limitlessly. I have now understood, the subject does not matter, it comes automatically as you start..it then dances upon the fingers for your shelter..the time has come for you now to oblidge the subject, and not the otherwise, as I always thought.

So, now I know how we can write, and knowing so, my journey has started..towards my cherished dream ..towards my ultimate destiny.