By Apurba Mazumdar
What does a pen signify to us? It is a solid object acting as a medium to express our subdued thoughts on a paper. It is sometimes called a mirror, a reflection of our selves, to what we look at or what we think. Just like a crown symbolizes kingship, a sword symbolizes bravery; similarly a pen stands for expressing one’s inner feelings, outburst of emotions, or any matter of concern in the form of strong words. A literary person is thought to be a product of a society and creates his piece of art as his reaction to his own life. Influences varying from person to person, resulting in changing views and those who take interest in such literary sculpting, gives exposure to such writing skills that scores the moment of glory.
A pen can be implied in a number of ways. Call it a poetic diction or a model of many revolutions or sharing your own personal experience or views. Literature, considered as the spirit of age, knocking the doors of various periods, glorified the literary entities day to day with changing views and influence, all comes under the worth of a pen. The patriotic songs composed by Rabindranath Tagore that have stirred our nation, even drifted apart the religious differences between the Hindus and the Muslims at the time of Swadeshi Movement, stored as the glorious moment in our mind forever. Why, haven’t you felt pride in your heart, while singing your national anthem right in front of your national flag? Isn’t that a moment of glory? Even in western countries too, the French philosophers who have dared to hold their pens strong enough to cause a riot among the minds of common people, during the French revolution, resulting in rocking the whole of Europe. “A pen is mightier than a sword” goes the old proverb. A sword always fits only a physically strong man, but a pen can be a weapon of a feeble man too. It depends on a strong mind, not on a strong body.
As a matter of fact, I always consider my pen as my best friend. It helps me to communicate with myself. I can judge myself. Who am I? What am I? I recall one incident when someone dear to me was lost forever. I cried a lot, although nothing really worked to relieve my inner burden. One afternoon I was sitting near my window, wondering. Suddenly I saw a pen on my study table. Without any further notion, I picked that up and started writing on a piece of paper. I wrote gibberish at first (at least to others), but I was relived of that burden, of that pain. So from that day on, anything that troubled me, excited me, my first love, my first trip with friends, several mischief, was recorded in a book termed as my diary. This was my first introduction with the literary world. All thanks to my pen. Yes, I still write in my secret world, maybe a time will come when the world will get to know me and the skills of my pen. Appreciated if though, then that very moment will be my moment of glory. Till then, let us keep it as my personal achievement of my cause inexplicable to others.
Apurba Mazumdar, a resident of Calcutta, is a freelance writer. She is currently pursuing her B.A. in English Literature.