The reward of my writing I got from my colleagues is now I write and
type almost all official letters. Few weeks ago, it was one of such days, when I
was typing an official letter. While I was re-reading it for editing I figured
that I had done a mistake with the header of the letter – “TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN”
I had left the letter ‘T’ by mistake and now it read, “TO WHOM I MAY
CONCERN”
Whole sentence caught not only my eyes and attention but also my
thoughts and sub-conscious mind. It somewhat echoed inside my brains – “To whom
I may concern…..????”
All of us know the meaning of the above mentioned sentence. It is meant
for the addressee. That the letter being sent is whole his/her responsibility
and the content inside the letter matter to them and deserve their prior
concern. Once the sender sends the letter, his concerns end right there and
then the addressee’s concerns arise.
As I read my mistaken line, I felt myself like similar letter. But in my
case, - “To whom I may concern” is not a header. It is rather a question. The answer
yet to be discovered.
What are the contents in my case? My nature, my behavior, my anger, my
cares, my affection and every that little thing good or bad I possess. To whom
these may concern?
My book got fame. I got name. Whenever I look around myself, I come
across thousands of people who are ‘interested’ in me. But not a single person ‘concerned’
to me. A lot of people are there who will willingly raise their hands up to
take the credit of my success, but not a single person to hold my hand amongst my
failure. A few acquaintances call me crazy for the immense planning I do before
beginning any new thing. I do not feel the necessity to reply them. But if
there is any reason, then it only is, that failure could make me weaker in
spite of all the promises made to me during my success season. Whenever I think
about anyone concerned to me, a void comes to my thoughts…
Generally you walk fast when you have to travel all alone. You know that
nobody is there for your company and thus your destination gets your prime
focus rather than the pleasures and enjoyments of the ways….
I never found happiness. I always created it. I never ran after laughter.
Instead, I created moments to laugh. Because I know that till date, it is only
myself to whom I may concern….
Unfortunately, I had taken the print out of that mistaken mistyped
letter and thinking not to waste it, I had kept it in my purse for some use in
future. Few minutes ago, I was looking for my pocket diary in which I had
written an important scene of my second novel. I always keep this diary in my
purse and as I was hunting through my purse, this piece of paper came across my
hands.
Life is all about being concerned. It is most probable that in near future,
in such a similar case, somebody would willingly replace the word ‘whom’ with ‘Sneha’
but I don’t know whether I would ever come across any such moment or not!
I think it is my first blog where I have opened my heart to this extent.
With my downed eyes, I am reading that mistaken header which appears as
a question mark to me – “TO WHOM I MAY CONCERN…?”
