Saturday, June 18, 2011

2

Do you ever feel such that you have this great urge to write - write something, anything - but are unable to? No words form in the mind, let alone a topic coming to the fore. The mind is not even calm enough for a few seconds so that you could gather a semblance of concentration for any productive activity. Yeah, I know, I am just elucidating the meaning of being 'restless'. But this is more specific; the context here pertains to writing. Maybe not just writing, but saying, communicating. I can see that I am not doing such a good job of communication right now. Too many commas floating around. Too many jumps in the content. Too much repetition of 'too'. Too many flaws. And too many sentences in this one paragraph.

Why have I written this post and why are you wasting your time reading this, you might wonder. In fact, am sure you will wonder now. Well, the simple answer is that I just had to write something, put something out there. I have been meaning to write the travelogue-ish post about the trip to the Far East, but I just haven't managed to get the mood yet. That is mainly because I haven't had much free time in the last few weeks. Yes, I know, that might sound unusual for me, but it does happen sometimes. Note that I am not complaining that I was busy with 'work'; that would be a lie. I had quite some work, but I am never that busy with work anyway. I think I feel proud of the fact that I can claim to be never overwhelmed with work, a contrast to most people, who moan about being busy with work all the time. I just think it is the most easily accessible excuse they have for not doing whatever they ought to be doing if they were not supposedly busy like that. Moaning about being busy also frees them from the guilt of not doing those other things. Ascribing the blame onto some inanimate and abstract entity like work, frees oneself from any accusation of being scared or lazy, thus allowing one to continue wallowing in the inertia of routine.

Meanwhile, I think perhaps I should stop rambling here and go to bed. After all, I have a 'busy' day tomorrow! :P

5 comments:

Aravind Krishna K said...

bhala rama.. bhalaa....

Anonymous said...

reminds me of the posts we used to write while in college :)

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obelix said...

this is the draft i just composed.

Elfgrass, mused the warden, a hand idly setting his rumpled hair back in place.

The rain beat down. Her eyes scanned the barren street desperately. The corner of 4th and Pine looked particularly unpleasant that night.

An omnibus hurtled through the crowded mayfair street, the driver gesticulating furiously at the sunday morning shoppers to move aside.

Whisky. It brought back memories of Kampuchia, of the jungle, the vines and the creepers.

Perched upon the highest branch of the tallest tree Woaquim waited patiently. A grizzly cub came into view, blissfully unaware of the world, concerned solely with his mid-morning meal.

Each paragraph a starting and then abandoned. Then i read this post and see that someone is in the same boat.

mythalez said...

aravind, hmm

@kunal, yes yes, i too wrote it in that spirit ;)

@cynicaloxymoron, rambling, blogging, what's the difference? :D

@obelix, your post like comment is already better than mine :P