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The permanent temptation of life is to confuse dreams with reality. The permanent defeat of life is when dreams are surrendered to reality.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Writer's block...a blessing?


Then it happened.

I didn't know what to write. No, that’s not correct...I have so many ideas, but nothing that lasts. The half life of most of the stories that flit through my thoughts is infinitesimally small. Compared to it, the lifetime of most particles generated in one of those massive cyclotrons that lasts for probably some billionth of a nanosecond, seem long and interminable. Needless to say, neither do these stories - or ideas bordering on an idea for a story - generate enough electric impulses to trouble the afferent and efferent nerves to issue any command that remotely resembles acting on an impulse.

I will be flattering myself and giving even those average hacks who can concoct and come up with a few thousand words at the mention of a theme - sometimes they don't even need that - collective apoplexy followed by paroxysms of violent behaviour, if I say I am in the middle of a writer's block. But then, no one has a monopoly over a term that has outlived its use, since the advent of the Internet and more recently...the blogosphere. The BLOGOSPHERE for Nathuram Godse's sake...where did that come from. New words keep cropping up…new words, re-inventions of old English, bastardization and corruption of words and grammar that will have Wren and Martin wanting a few pills of the amphetamine variety to try and reconcile themselves to a world that has crushed, powdered, dried and repacked the English language to a new and improved front loading multi-cultural, multi-regional in your face lingua franca of the world. But, with the reliance on oh-so-pure English, with its Victorian connotations, idiosyncratic spellings and pronunciations and a structure of grammar that can make anyone scale up a wall, not really a necessity why am I not able to produce industrious amounts of literature to ram it up the conscience of unsuspecting travelers of the blog world. I, who rarely if ever, appreciated the adage about brevity being the soul of wit and would struggle to keep my comprehensions and precis writing efforts to the required minimum number of words, am struck. No one has accused me of being concise in my arguments, while I have always thought that I haven't been elaborate enough. Its another matter that occasionally my well rounded conclusion on whatever I was talking about, may not have anything to do with the topic of discussion. But just goes to show, how well versed I am and how you should give me the liberty of elaboration if only to feel enriched and feel more scholarly after spending a little time with me.

Oh well...here I am with not a clue as to what to write about and going on about something that I really don’t care about...well not too much to write about anyway. Language as they say is another mode of verbal communication or misdirection...and I have gotten lost far too many times for it to be ascribed to communication alone. Some say it has to do with my inability to condescend to understand another person, while I guess it has more to do with my own sense of exalted erudition in conflict with the average imbecility prevalent around me...well its my opinion alone and so please hold back on all those verbal assaults and insults. If you cannot desist, please mail it to my id…I can only take so much insult in a public forum.

Well, I hope to be writing soon, which I am sure might be in conflict with your wishes, but then we rarely get what we wish for anyway…and sometimes, as you are soon going to find out, it might be a blessing.



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