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In a land where silence is rewarded, writers starve

 In the society I was brought up in, one finds no respect for writers, and they are most of the time considered as unpaid servants and persons with no skills.

Here, writing is not a skill to anybody but a bizarre field one chooses to go with.

First of all, new writers don’t get the chance to ink their words on sheets for any publication until and unless they have strong references. Already the publication houses are less in number, and they always prefer ones with strong backgrounds. Secondly, they don’t get paid for what they write as they are always told by the digital and print media “there are a lot who are requesting for the chances and even ready to write without payment, if you are able to get this chance, consider yourself lucky enough otherwise, there are numerous who can replace you”, then here comes the third point, most of the editors are slackers, they don’t accept if a piece has even little bit of grammatical and concept related issues, they need something perfect so they wouldn’t have to work at all and get paid without doing anything, and the last but not least, converting stories into words has never thought-about as a talent, it is something everyone is capable of.  

Writing is an art, and not everybody can be an artist.

Aforementioned statements are what lead most of the writers towards discouragement, dullness, and despondency. Like other fields with some experts, this field also consists of professionals who know their work, and not anyone can interfere and stand corrected here.

Moreover, when one finds no opening of his fate in his native country, then here comes an international media that provides to raise the voice, and when one finally decides to come up with it, he is labelled as a traitor—leaving behind his own country/society and working for others, like foreign media in particular. I AM THAT DISLOYAL PERSON.

When I didn’t get any of the chance to let my words speak up, I looked forward to international media—where I got the opening to write whatever I felt—and that’s from where I started flourishing. Additionally, what I examined there was wholly a different thing; I wasn’t the only one engaged with overseas media; there were a lot of dispirited persons like me who lastly sighted their brighter future working in their field of choice and where their work got the actual recognition that it deserved. If I moved where I was respected, well-liked, and did well, then it contained no harm for my country, where I chose to work.

Along with this, I have always been criticised for not exerting myself for my own country, and I took everything patiently, but NO MORE! 

Always go where you are applauded.

If your own country fails to recognise the talent you are capable of, then it leaves you with two choices: whether to keep travelling in that same direction and get demoralised while taking every step towards your destiny or stop bothering those who disparage you and let their misjudgments astonish them while seeing you at the top point after crossing and enduring all the obstacles they have created for you to stumble. Your flounders help you to reach your intended goal; all you need is to take the correct route or gloss over that previous one uncomplainingly yet good-naturedly.

Having no sign of meritocracy in my state and the highest level of nepotism, cronyism is what led me towards foreign countries where my work was always admired, and I didn’t need the involvement of any strong persons to make me stand in the field where I always wanted to make a place for myself. I made my own position there; still, I found no place in my own country.

Writers have no future here, as writing has never been accepted as a field; it is something as a pastime. With the world going towards digital media, writing has gained more importance with time; earlier it was in just printed form, but now writers can work with online sites as well.

Writing has regained the position it earlier lost.

The writers’ future is much more lighted and sparkling in other states as compared to my state. Every field needs acknowledgement because the world remains stabilised when every person keeps handling his own domain perfectly and each sphere keeps working without discontinuing, and this cognisance has become obligatory for states like mine.

 

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