My First Failure| Ifa Agnes| Writers Life

 I want to become a writer. 

Well, that's what I thought when people started appreciating my work. I started receiving emails, and messages on Instagram. 

That's how the fight for getting published and participating in poetry competitions began. I took part in Tata Building Poetry Competitions. I sent many poems and stories in Junior Jagran to see it on page with my name.

I could remember the first time I had sent the submission and was excited to see it on the page. It was eight o clock that day, I had taken a bath, dressed, and prepared for the biggest day of life. My poem published. What a feeling it would be? I used to think. I used to dream. 

I ran to the market as the newspaper uncle hadn't come on time. It was still there getting unpacked. I was excited, thrilled, and overjoyed. I gave him 5 and took my happiness. 

I rushed to hope hopping, popping, and bursting like popcorn. I took the Junior Jagran that came on Friday only and spread it on the cleaned bed with novels spread around. I turned to page one, then second and then third, I went through all, neither was my poem nor my name, the popcorn dissolved before it could pop. I kept staring at the paper. 

My first failure had rained, a heavy rain. Dribs and drabs. Cats and dogs. The rain rained. And I rained too.

Me & Sarcasm: How We Came Along | Ifa Agnes

When I was younger, I used to read Sarcasm, I used to ponder, how these writers carve this specific genre with such smartness, it was just marvelous to me.

When I found a writing gut in me, the most difficult zone I used to consider was obviously Sarcasm!!

However, when I penned down Sarcasm write up, evidently, I understood one thing-- Sarcasm grows with us.

First, we wonder at it, then we consider it tough and after we are when matured with more we grasp it from gossips, book, and papers, we find it everywhere, even in our daily activities.

More importantly, if you don't understand Sarcasm, perhaps you have got no brain.

When Writer's Pen Begins To Rebels | Ifa Agnes

For a writer... Pens were the power means the essential tool... But, the modernization has made the electric good replace it... And now, it's a laptop, mobile, etc.

Here, look my Lapy is very annoyed with m. All the time, I'm tapping over its keys. Well, anyone can get annoyed with the continuous tapping even if you are made for it. As everything has got feelings and guess these keys too...

So far, my two dearest keys 'w' and 'l' respectively stopped functioning, which means they are not on hunger strike but nonfunctioning strike.

And I was too annoyed with their annoyance. So, I firmly stand with of course my stand. I ain't gonna replace you this time...

How can you be replacing the keys? You, the possessor of the lapy aks keys have got emotions... (it's not emotion, the whole thing is about this consistent repair cost which has irked me)

Well, I like the Govt. (I would not like to mention the name, as I hate questions) ignored it and decided I would complete my blog without these two nonfunctioning keys.

The result can be seen in the attached picture right here... Don't try to understand it because I too can't...

Well, I have given up on the keys but won't replace it, I hate them, you know na... I'm gonna buy an external keyboard and will need no pricky thing while writing...

This what I have learned in these 5 years hope to learn for the next 25 year too in an upgraded version...