The closest I came to realise my ability to write was in grade six when the Geography teacher handed me my answer sheet commenting, you have just played with words. But then, when your childhood belongs in the 1990s, you’re the kind of kid that has little care or concern about a desirous career after growing up, let alone self-realise something at that moment. Almost a decade-and-a-half after this incident, I had accepted a job in Marketing for a multinational corporation in Chennai. In fact, it was my offer letter that brought me to the city of Chennai in the first instance. Five years later, I couldn’t stick to my job because I despised everything about the setup. Including the wasted mind space on corporate politics and the vain money-making process. I quit. To begin pursuing my interests and take up all that I had left in the course of my full-time job.
Writing and singing.
I am currently a writer in the making, and someday hope to see my name published on the cover of a book I have penned. Probably, embossed in gold (not too bad to dream, I suppose?). My other area of interest is music, and the need of no longer travelling to any corporate firewall spares me with enough time to pursue and continue my learning of Carnatic (Indian classical) music. While writing helps me structure my vision and layout, I consider my path from music fluid. For it helps me go in and with the flow.
Shades auf Grey hovered long before I decided to dedicate a space for my thoughts. The blog birthed as a result of a vent-out from a page of my diary made public. Since its inception in 2013, Shades auf Grey is my altruistic companion that allows me to scribble within it anything and everything under the sun.