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Jan 10

Break.

Excuse my absence.

I’m writing a book. So, I’m on a break from blogging.

Maybe, if anything really important turns up… I’ll be back here.


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Dec 09

Whilst the flowers smell different

The title has nothing to do with the writing. But, does it matter in a world, where a lot of things are metaphorical and everyone has the freedom to read personal meanings  into everything and approach each thing with presumption; I guess it’s normal, and more human enough to do that.

This again has the subtext of random braindrop running parallel through: I’m not sure if many would share a same feeling! Okay, there’ll be a random few. I’m keeping a dollop of presumption, because I’ve had loneliness of standing among people and seeing absolutely no passion for life, at all from them. I remember Suraj Mani from Motherjane asking on Rosebowl (Rockumentary) that,

“A lot of people have asked me ‘how do you manage to do this and make a living at the same time?’ …All of us are sharing a passion. All of us are living a passion. I have a question to ask you, ‘How is it that you can live without having a passion?’”

Writing about this actually made me dig up the video and share it. Enjoy the video!

That’s the feeling you discover that something is your calling. That something will make meaning out of your trifle life, that you’ve thought till then, pointless.


2
Dec 09

The talks I’ve with a dear friend.

Almost everyone has this person, who you discuss a lot of the important stuff you want to do with in life (if you haven’t got one already, talk to me!) and for me it’s this wonderful guy I met by total chance at a theatre. We sat next to each other to a show I didn’t really want to go, watching a movie that I wasn’t interested in. The movie was Superman Returns (those type of movies haven’t gotten my attention far). This is where hypothetical unreasoning has a bit of scope for: what if we didn’t sit next to each other, what if we did and but never talked? Amongst similar stuff, I’d be worthy of ignoring all that pointless reasoning and say: It’s on such impulsive decisions that  the world moves ahead.

We ended up talking occasionally on chats after he added me on Yahoo! Messenger and it was fun. He talked of all the interesting stuff on the web, it was occasional, limited to tech talks and small talks if it all they popped up, …and gradually came a phase we didn’t talk for months, and that we didn’t talk slipped both our minds. But, then again, we started talking, on some computer issue after a while.

I can’t remember for sure, when we got “really” talking when we started on with all the fun stuff again: web, more web, gags, comics, cartoons, web stuff, people, relationships and we’ve never stopped, unless we get too tired and need some sleep or someone rather important turns up/calls.

These talks I’ve had are among the most productive of things I’ve done in recent times. For no reason why, I’ve not been writing much: so that’s no serious writing of any kind – be it poetry (which I love madly) and stories (which to me plotting doom and playing “god”, both is fun); so with these lacking the graph favored the “talks” in the larger framework of creative things.

I’ve a feeling looming from deep inside me that we’d be rather more than just talkers, we’re bound to create something that’d change both our lives forever. I don’t wish to wait. Let the things fall into place assisted by its own volition and surprise me in the face like the events before them never happened.