I am a pen and this is my story. Let me tell you that the existence of human beings is nothing without me. Indeed, I am the guiding light.
Through me, people pen down their thoughts on paper. What meaning does those thoughts would have, if they aren’t jotted down through me?
The answer is quite comprehensible and that is why I introduced myself as someone who carries the power to provide existence to human beings.
Indeed, I am the mighty sword which gives shape to one’s ideas. I am of several kinds. There are various shapes and sizes.
Depending upon the requirement, people tend to use me. I am ball, I am gel, I am ink, and I am the ultimate king. My life is short lived.
Actually, my life depends on how one uses me. I also have my own dilemmas. Some people handle me with a lot of care and concern.
With them, my life is happy and fulfilling. I feel smooth and pampered. However, as humans have their own trials and tribulations, I also have my own share of grief.
This grief shrouds itself upon me when I am handled with utmost recklessness.
There are people who hurt me so much by using me harshly. They use me so harshly on paper that sometimes, tears flow down my eyes and the paper is all over spilled by my tears.
Still, I have all the patience to tolerate all the atrocities. Just as humans function on the theory of gravitation,
I, too, function with the gravitation pull of the earth. Humans and I, we both, will not be able to function and exist without gravity.
I am an integral part of a student’s life. Students will not be able to pass exams if they will not have me. Such is the magnanimous role that I am playing in this universe.
Students are the basic building blocks of the society and they are able to function only because of me.
Not only this, I am also worshiped by the students so that they can procure more marks through me. So, I also act as a teacher.
One thing which I do not like is when students do not have good handwriting while they take my help. I always try my level best that students should use me with utmost elegance and beauty.
But, there are certain students who do not have good handwriting.
This is the toughest phase of my life. It literally makes me cry when I witness the words written through me are too dirty to be comprehended.
And then, the entire blame comes on me that I prevented them from having a good handwriting. So, it is not just the humans who have to face troubles in their lives. I have my fair share of problems.
As I am narrating my story, I would like to share a very important crisis of my life. Indeed, I am going through a state of depression due to a very substantial change that has occurred in the society.
It is said that one should always remain busy in order to have a meaningful existence.
Life without a purpose is meaningless. I am loosing the meaning of my existence due to the advent of computers and internet.
These two components have reduced my importance so much so that I am being used less these days. People rely more on them than me.
Even paper who is my best friend and we co-exist together, we both are suffering from great depression as we are not getting employment. I have become more of a show piece and a thing to be gifted.
These are the only purposes that I fulfill these days. I have become so forlorn and lonely that I crave for attention but no one pays a heed to me.
Since times immemorial I have given medium of expression to the people but today I have been betrayed by all of them. Such is the treatment I am getting now.
People find it more convenient to express everything on computers. However, I would like to vehemently disagree to this prevalence not because I am suffering from existential crisis but because this hampers one’s own creativity as well.
Writing through me makes people struggle with their thoughts.
But now, people use less of their cognitive ability and refer to internet. This eventually hampers one’s own mental growth.
I have been created by Providence to give voice to the people. However, in the process of making me unemployed, people are also harming themselves by being complacent with the technology.
Technology is eating away man’s will to work hard. I stand for tradition and hence being ignored. Modernity cannot be attained by ignoring the traditional aspects.
The co-relation of must be there. But, unfortunately, there is no one to pay heed to my conflict of emotions.
Using me is not being outdated. In fact, it is about respecting one’s thoughts and being rooted to one’s culture. Writing through me and paper has its own importance which cannot be replaced and now that is being deliberately being replaced, the repercussions are also following.
People are left with less novel ideas. Students struggle when it comes to think, ponder and reflect. I am always there to help them out.
The need is on their part. It is only when they will seek my help that I will be able to help them out. I am a phoenix who has turned itself into ashes.
I can only rise from my ashes once this generation allows me to do so. I am waiting for happiness in my life which has gone away from me. I am waiting for my comrades who become my family.
I am waiting to be again accepted amidst the world of technology. I am not completely against technology but I am in the favour of peaceful co-existence of both us in the field of writing.
Only then can the spontaneity of creativity be maintained.