I had always written only humor and thought that the only sort of writing I could do decently was humor. Apart from having published A Bungled Romance way back in history in Femina, I had achieved nothing much in humor-writing. (Ah! If you feel the irresistible urge to say, "The only thing humorous about his writing is the fact that he thinks it is humorous", please resist it!)
It is not that I have not written humor in my blog - even humor stories. The ones that I considered the best in humor fiction-writing by me like Romance on a Diet and Desi Wild Hogs practically sank without a trace. 'A Season of Hope, A season of Despair', however, won for me a consolation prize in the Lakme contest. This is the closest I got to getting any recognition for a humor post by me, though it was more of a zany post than a humor post.
I have been attempting the Blogaton four times in a row. My first entry 'Once Again', was again a humor post and got nowhere. My second entry 'Blank Pages', was the first of my so-called emotional posts and got nowhere too! My third entry was 'Two Minutes', which was a humorous essay and found some favor with the readers but did not win a thing.
My fourth entry in the Blogaton was "Yesterdays and Tomorrows', which won me gold in the latest Blogaton a couple of days back. Today I just checked up on Writeup Cafe and found that my first entry in their contests 'The Gates of Hell' has been declared the winner!
In a sea of my humor posts, I find that I really got nowhere better than a consolation prize. Two out of three of my emotional posts have plundered gold! Seems to me like I have misjudged my abilities in humor! I had always doubted my capabilities in writing anything other than humor and I find that my maiden emotional attempts have turned out to be extremely rewarding.
How true it is that no person really knows himself!