At school, I never fared well in writing. Believe me, I could barely manage to write 100 words in the form of an essay. Inured with grammatical mistakes, lack of encouragement, and nevertheless, my alma mater (a government school) did not deliver much to the expected outcome of my schooling education.
So, you conclusively assume that the autodidactic mode of learning did well for me than the formal education.
Whereas, in the system of formal education, as most of us might have observed that traditional subjects like English or Grammar studies, or writing skills, are often dominated by the space of upper-caste pedagogues.
They altogether have a weird, casteist, and classist approach to the attitude of their so-called teaching. And to appeal to their moral sense for splendidly teaching their pupils, especially individuals from a marginalized community, is verily a matter of waste.
Having experienced different genres of traumas in academic life, I still believe I am a learner. The spirit of sustaining myself as a learner helps me to stay curious. It uplifts my conscience to always express well, and nevertheless contribute back to society.
To let my audacious readers know, I am an academician teaching certain intersectional humanities subjects with 10 years of teaching experience, 22+ peer-reviewed research papers, and 200+ blogs on 10+ digital and offline platforms. I came a long way to reach this, I also believe there’s a long way to go.
My writing profile matters to me because I taught myself writing. I did not have the privilege to take private tuitions on communication skills, and more.
Communication is a key to humanism when it’s mindfully blessed with the maxims of concise, candour, and coherence. In the same universe of communication, like a good diet, ‘writing well’ is an art.
The features of my writing are therapeutic and cathartic to me, whether it’s expressively dealing with political, social, cultural, sexual, mental health, or personal stories.
I have imagined that great writers have paid a heavy price for writing well.
From receiving intimidation, social ostracism; from death threats to murder, I believe my every word in writing is a tribute to their soul and spirit. I have no other way to commemorate than subconsciously greeting and consecrating my writing to these great spirits.
And to add a cherry on the cake, amid boldly writing for various platforms, I nominate Youth Ki Awaaz to be the best one. Why?
Because, one, it is a self-published platform with consensual intervention from the editors.
Two, it also gives us feedback on improving our content without condescending us like a former English teacher.
Three, it is a platform that covers the issues and articles that mainstream media space can never dare to highlight.
Four, it is almost like Facebook helping us to qualitatively connect with other writers.
Fifth, last but not least, it lets you write on issues you like without any restriction on the number of words and time.
Therefore, it’s important to write, and especially when it’s unconventional writing, it matters. It helps our mind, as it is its’ fodder. Even if you lack the skill to write well, it should not matter much. There are readers who will value you and criticize you, but nothing can be worse than the whole act of not writing anything at all.