<Dated: 09-Jul-2011>

After completing my course in Bachelors of Engineering, I had a gap of a few months before reporting for my job. Since I had a liking towards working in the field of media (part time), I thought it was a good idea to effectively use the time by pursuing a short-term course in creative writing or journalism. And what better place than my almamater ..!!! After looking up a few options, i signed up for a certificate program in creative writing at Mount Carmel College.

A seasoned writer, author of several books, Ms.Rachna Chabria was our trainer. On the first day of the course, she had given us a classwork to write a free-of-thought piece about ‘A place where there is a lot of movement in characters’. The skill, imagination of level of understanding of individual students would then be grasped by her to take the course forward.

Some wrote about a wedding they last attended, some chose to narrate a market scene, some a village fair so on and so forth. An amateur travel writer that i was destined to become someday, I chose to write about a place called ‘Raja’s seat’, a popular tourist landmark for those visiting a place called ‘Coorg, in the state of Karnataka’. Believe me when I say that I had no idea even in my wildest thoughts that I would write travel blogs someday. So, here is one of my first article at the creative writing class. Infact, this is one of my earliest travel articles, written much before starting a full-fledged blog. My baby steps to the future 🙂

It is a scene of me sitting in Raja’s seat all alone, early in the morning at around 5.30.a.m. The sun was not out yet. I found a nice place on a small patch of well maintained lawn. I could feel the moisture of the cold dew drops on my feet and my palms as I tried to support my body to sit on the lawn to get a nice view of the sunrise. It was a much needed- a very peaceful morning.

I could see layers of clouds of different shades overlapping each other which seemed to be neverending, covering up the far away mountains. The sun was slowly rising up and the first few rays passed from in-between the leaves of the tree that stood beside me and illuminated the drops on the grass underneath, which glittered like small diamonds embedded on stalks made of jade.

My senses were pleased as the fragrance of the blooming flowers had filled in the air. I felt the cold breeze flow past my cheeks which reminded me of floating in heaven: like a typical Bollywood scene. As the wind blew, the mist that had covered the mountains, started to clear out slowly. I could hear the chirping of the birds which were leaving their homes for the day’s task.

My sight deviated to some kind of a small pressure that I felt on my bare feet. It was a bright yellow coloured flower with some purple streaks and red polka dots. I put my hand across to pluck this flower and to my surprise, it flew away to sit on a real flower next to me.

I was suddenly disturbed by loud pounding sounds made by the shoes of the joggers who entered this nature’s fully packed activity zone. I was afraid my thoughts would be disturbed by the increasing number of visitors and so, I decided to head back home.

My first attempt at imagining and writing creative content was appreciated. I felt motivated to pursue writing further, with improvisation ofcourse! But, however my happiness was short. My future employer had telephoned me 2 days later and informed me that I was supposed to report for work in the following week.

So bearing the priorities in kind, I had to leave the course halfway, without completion. I joined my first job as a ‘Car doctor’ on the following week. The places that job would take me over the coming years would then go down into my blog, your one and only TheLostLander!