Working in a writing industry is weird, especially when in your head writing is something that cannot be tainted or how should I better put it unholy or impure is a better term instead of tainted. Ya ya I understand economics and how every art form can be screwed when a purpose bigger than artists perception gets involved in it, but certain things gets ingrained into your head since childhood, like the fact that reading is a good habit and the once who write have a certain acceptance into the world we live in. BTW the last line is true, it is totally cool to call yourself a writer, just that once you do it a first few times you start feeling a tinge of guilt in your head and then your reply to the question “what do you do for living”? changes from “ I am a technical writer” (even though you are not an actual technical writer as becoming one of those demands at least 6 months experience and you are just 3 months old in the industry; plus technical writing is totally boring I would pick my job over it any day) to “ I write physics for a company, don’t get this wrong I work mostly as a typist only”.

I am picking the garbage of the whole colony around me; I do this for hours every day and sweep for the nice sweeper who allows me to collect trash from his bin. Then I segregate whatever I find useful from that and throw the rest away in a specific dumping corner. Things that can be sold are sold by my father and we eat food. Concept of education comes off as something very weird to me; it does not provide me food. People tell me if you will study; one day, it will provide you with so much food that you will never go hungry, but then wont my wants increase to the point where that food won’t be sufficient to me. Does the whole idea of education or life boils down to wanting more without rather than within? Rest assured somebody will still have to pick up the garbage from the bin.