I am a story
I am a storyteller. Both my stories and my counseling come from practical life experiences and no professional knowledge, and maybe that’s why I feel no bounds at all to stick to any guidelines in either. So what my readers and my stranger friends get from me is pure honesty.
As a writer, I do not sugar coat reality. I do not write what people would like to read, I do not write to entertain. I write to feel aware and create awareness of things happening around us through the beautiful medium of fiction. There are times when I have written a fiction about domestic abuse and women have approached me for ‘talking’ about their own life and I could help them out of the mental state of helplessness. There is no bigger satisfaction this kind of experience.
This is what diverted me towards providing one on one counseling to woman and youth, and also draws me to various social causes, some being Save The Boy Child (Project Aman), Girl child education (Project Khushi).
As a story narrator and performer, I get a big high in interacting with people and receiving immense and instant love. No better happiness than that.
Apart from this, I even aim to make a storyteller out of each and everyone who feels a calling towards it. My online storytelling school ‘Jhumritalaiya’ pushes people to write stories in their own mother tongue and narrate it in the ‘Audio Theatre Format’ that can reach vast audience through online mediums.
My career graph has been driven more my situations then by intention and plan.
While I was pursuing my B.Com studies and doing my software programming alongside, as was the trend back in the 90s , my plan was to complete MBA and then decide what to do; a plan common to most. But during my last year of graduation, my father passed away and I chose to take over his ad agency instead, to revive it from bankruptcy.
I ran that business for few years then moved to creative corporate gifting with my husband post marriage. After divorce a few years back, I started my own corporate gifting company called Outbox Gifting. The new business picked up instantly and started to get a significant and stable turnover within 2 years. All felt settled with a new house, with my daughter and with new business.
That is when my health started posing issues. After months of struggle with many tests, clinical depression symptoms, and being bedridden; finally got the right diagnosis of Rheumatoid Arthritis. By then medications for clinical depression had already taken their toll. I was home bound for few months, business had trickled to standstill, that is when I started writing stories. It gave me momentary relief and much needed escape and kept me sane. One day I woke up with swollen fingers and it continued for days, soon the pain stayed throughout the day. I could not write or even type after a while. More medications made me weaker and increased my weight tremendously pulling me down from every aspect. I realized creating stories and sharing with people gave me strength, made me happy. So, I started audio recording the stories.
That’s literally how I became a storyteller. Once I realized where my true passion lies and I decided to leave the business and pursue writing and storytelling as a career, all my health problems vanished miraculously.
Today I am off all medications. I have devised workouts that helped me so strength training working around the RA pains and have got my weight back in control. I am training myself in theatre and more voice modulation techniques to improve my craft daily but by bit. I am working on few short film scripts as well.
And now it’s story time!
ONCE UPON A TIME….
A little girl destined to lead a simple life was born in a big family. Secured in love, she foresaw a normal future like a straight line. Till 19 years of life, there was nothing to give her even an iota of doubt that the line would break, pause for an endless moment and then spiral into a curving roller coaster; Up and Down.
The first twist took her family away like autumn sheds off all leaves dear to a tree; all in a matter of a short time spam. Stranded and deserted and dry she stood barren hoping for spring to spring up soon, but you never get anything before time now do you? So she braved it, shuddered in the cold winds, her naked spirit withered, her brittle branches threatened to snap. She held on.
The new leaves sprouted when her baby was born. Aha! those sunshine smiles, the dewy dimples, the thundering laughs, the breezy touch of those tiny fingers nestled in her arms stroking her breast as they fed on her, made her complete. Made her alive; yet again. But seasons come in cycles. Unavoidable, unbearable.
The new family fell apart. Dry leaves of memories of a tumultuous married life rustle by her roots. Shook her foundation. Bend her to rock bottom. But her baby was a part of her and stayed with her. Safe in one of her tree hollow, like the ones in the Enid Blyton stories; The Secret Mountain, where they stored stock of food and utilities for a future day.
She stored her strength, her faith, her desire to live, to prove she isn’t dead as yet.
“It’s just another winter”, she set out to prove. The autumns of illness and bankruptcy and anxiety were yet to come, she had no clue, but she held on each time and spring did return.
Today she has made paper out of herself. She writes her stories on it. She has seen the world and now the world speaks back to her. No boundaries of religion she feels, no bondage of profession she adheres by, no fear of judgment hold back her opinions, no spring is dearer to her than her rich-in-their-teachings autumns and winters.
Once upon a time, a girl was born, to become a storyteller.
That girl is me, Mehak Mirza Prabhu. Now grown up, but rooted deeper.
And I am here to tell you stories. Do come back again and again, like seasons, to hear them and love them or hate them. I have reserved a swing for you under my shade.
I give love. I crave it back.
Mehak Mirza Prabhu
Mehak Mirza Prabhu in her own words:
My goal in life in a simple one: “To treat people’s emotions”.
I am a storyteller. I write and narrate stories that aim to be a treat for people’s emotions, and I work as personal counselor to treat their disturbed or stagnant emotions. This is what diverted me towards providing one on one counseling to woman and youth, and also draws me to various social causes, some being Save The Boy Child (Project Aman), Girl child education (Project Khushi). My online storytelling school ‘Jhumritalaiya’ pushes people to write stories in their own mother tongue and narrate it in the ‘Audio Theatre Format’ that can reach vast audience through online mediums.
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