How I Started Writing?

   Konichiwa 👋  Hello there. I'm back again after 2 weeks ( yeah I'm trying to be consistent over here ). Thank you for all the love and support on the previous article. Hope it was making some sense. Today, I'm going to tell you about how I started 'A Different Perspective'. And how it is important to everyone. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I look back into my memories. 💝

  So the whole story starts in 6th grade where I started to know how people betray. Those I considered my friends started to bully me. Let me make it clear it's bullying and not insulting. I started to realise that I think they're my friends but they call me really mean stuff, bitch about me, spread rumours. Then I told them right on their face that "you have a mental illness you should go to the mental hospital". Then they actually started the physical assaults. Hitting, throwing bags on me taking away my lunch basket and all that shit. I know it sounds really idiotic now but back then it was a really big issue. They started calling me names. The word 'gay' was attatched to me for like 3 years. I know that it's not an insult but, back then I was so terrified and started thinking "What was I doing wrong?, Why am I being called such really bad names?". Then they started talking bad shit about my mother, sister, grandmother, and hitting me if I turned back. All of this happened. Adding to all this heap of misery, there was my class teacher who never took what I was saying seriously. Adding to it was he was my class teacher for 2 consecutive years. Imagine going through all this stuff for 8 hours daily for two years. I in such a condition that I wanted to end my life because it was way too much for a 12 year old. I never got that chance because back then we used to live in a smaller house and there wasn't much privacy. ( Given the fact that I was an introvert, I never had the courage to speak all of this to anyone. Now I've gathered all the courage to put it out. ) after deciding to end my life I overheard a Sadhguru video ( my mum used to listen to them alot. She still does. It is not a complaint btw ) which said "the nature gave you so much complexity in our body not because you waste it but to make the maximum use of it". I was like "If I'm going to end my life, all the efforts that the nature had put into building this body is only going to waste". Ever since then I never tried to look at suicide as an option for life.

  Then in 8th grade, we got a new class teacher and she helped me distance myself from the bullies. But they still tried to make their way in bullying and physically assaulting me. Then I started to ignore these strange creatures. I've started to do what I wanted to do. I've read the APJ Abdul Kalam's book and realised that a lower middle-class boy did so much in life and became the President of the World's Largest Democracy and ever since he has been my inspiration. I started reading Mahabharata because one of my cousins gifted me that book. Then I bought Ramayana and Bhagavata and read them and finally got a totally different perspective of life. I already told about how these three tales have influenced me to be the person I am today. Then I've read the Malgudi days and I started to write them down on a paper in an essay. Slowly I've built the courage to post them on Facebook. The first actual article was on 16th August. I've posted about how the Indian flag was being insulted by people on the next day of after Independence and I got a really great responce. My dad gifted me with some money and I bought chocolates and more books with it. Then I heard about blogs on a YouTube channel and tried it for the first time in 2018. ( Still in 8th grade ). I started my blog with the title 'Confessions  of a writing Freak'. People who follow me on Instagram for long enough would know how lame my posts on it were. I literally shitposted on it and expected people to read it. Slowly no one spread it. The latest post on it still has zero reads. I realised there was something wrong I was doing. I asked my dad where I was wrong. He gave me a really long explaination just to say that I shitposted. #realisation. Them I worked on my english. Re-read what I used to. But this time I observed how the author represented each sentance. 

  Then in April of 2019, I started this "A Different Perspective". But, with a motive. To tell the world my perspective of things. To show what the nature gave me and what I made out of it. And ever since, this page has evolved in presenting content in different formats and many other stuff. From conversations to letters and now a story. Now, here we are close to hit a thousand reads. Please do that as soon as possible. 

  This post is not because I want to thank you but to make you have these three lessons that I've learned the hard way. 

  1. Suicide is never an option - no one should consider suicide an option for any difficulty you face. For me it was bullying. It maybe a heart break for you. But suicide is never an option.

  2. Make the best version of yourself - no matter how worthless you feel remember there is amoeba which does 40 different functions. And you're also present with about 3 trillion cells. Now remember how big you are and how that small cell is fighting for survival and you with so many cells are potraying yourself as worthless.

 3. Never seek validation from others - unless they're really close, never seek validation from people. Their opinion on how you look and what you are doesn't matter. Only you know what you are and they dont even know a single percentage of what you are.

  Hope you found this article really helpful. As I told you earlier, please make that 1000 reads happen. Also, follow me on Instagram @sai_sarath_vatluri and also follow this blog so that I know how many of you want more of such articles. Thank you if you've read this for so long. Also comment down below wat you liked and what you didn't like. That's enough for now I guess. Bye 👋💝