LET ME KNOW

It was time when “Bas Itna Sa Khawab Hai” movie starring Abhishek Bachhan released and movie catch line caught hold my imagination string. I got into interest to write poem and I do remember my very first poem title “All I want is everything”. (Catch line of movie)

It was my English Teacher Mrs. Sood who caught me writing this poem during her class. She took my book and read. Guess what! She read and wrote remark “Good and inspiring poem. May you get what you want in this life! Everything… ” I was bamboozled. It was my very first poem and I too couldn’t believe with such remark. Remark made me to feel like “Abhishek Go Go Go, write more poems whatever interest my heart, you have talent in you”.

I wrote many poems during my college days and after writing each poem (whether in Hindi or English); I got into habit to show it to my friends who are interested in poems and know their feedback on my poems. Sometimes they like my poem, sometimes not, sometimes they comment on my language of poem and even sometimes they feel irritated. Writing poems become one of my hobbies and most important I feel happy when someone gives me feedback. This feedback gives me inspiration to write more and more.

Same poem writing continued during my initial MBA days but situation changed. No one (MBA colleagues, friends) ever took interest to read or give feedback or comment on poem. This slowly made me to lose interest in writing poems and I wrote no poems furthermore.

Now let go fast forward in my life: completed MBA, joined TVS-E, made new friends, and celebrated New Year 31st night at Pondicherry with friends. Pause here! After coming back from Pondicherry, I wrote mail describing our experience at Pondicherry. My friends liked it (the way I describe Pondicherry trip). Now fast forward, 3-4 months time flew, made few more friends in company and we planned for one day trip to TADA Waterfalls.

Stop. Play. After trip, again I wrote mail describing our trip starting from morning 5 am till we were back to Chennai 7 pm. Deepak came to me and gave feedback “Too good yaar, Mazza aa gaya padh kar. (Enjoyed reading this) Why don’t you write this in blog so that if we goggle TADA Waterfall, your blog should appear in first page result?” Very first thought came to my mind was “Blog! What is that?”

I don’t know what happen to my mind; I created my blog space in BLOGGER. I just copy paste the mail content to blog space. I wanted to share our TADA experience with other friends too, so I have sent the website link to friends. Many of them gave me good feedback on this blog. This inspired me write more blog. I was in search of topic for writing blog and finally wrote on Roman proverb “Rome was not built in a day”. As my nature or say behaviour, I sent mail to all my friends regarding this and waiting for their feedback. Many friends liked it very much and gave me good feedback.

So, this went on. Blogging become one of my hobbies (flashback; just like writing poem). I publish blog and yearn for feedback. Some read interestingly, some don’t. Here too some friends get irritated. Most importantly, I use to get feedback from friends which keep me inspired to write more. Infact, I am happy that this gave me a start to write poem again (which I lost interest long back) and same I had published on my blog website.


Feedback or comment on what you have done has a strong impact on person. It gives inspiration, lesson, show your good and bad mistakes and most importantly mirrors your ability & potential talent. It is in human nature to crave for feedback for the work done by him/her. Whether it be blog or poem or film or music or painting or even official presentation or anything, creator would definitely have thirst for feedback.

Whether good or bad, whether they liked it or not, what they felt after reading it, any kinda feedback or comment indeed is important for me. It makes me know where I did well and where I did worst. Some may feel excellent, some may feel it boring, some may feel it nice, some feel it crap, what matter the most is “LET ME KNOW”.