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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.

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29
Nov 09

the point(s) at which life routes in shift.

There are certain times, when life forces things out of you, that you had decided not to  see eye-to-eye anytime again. But, since it is such: you give in to helplessness or settling-for-mediocrity!

I’ve been doing: a lot of stuff, in fact together through the day, through life, and randomly they were creative. I decided that I’ll revisit each love in person: have a one-on-one talk and not make a decision, and open my eyes. So, the decision of where to focus on and “dedicating my whole life to”: should I settle for being a writer, filmmaker, blogger, photographer, copywriter or a creative person who still hasn’t found his calling? Now, just as the “serious” writing phase was about to take shape for the second abrupt time (first, being in school; the college being a dull chasm) my HDD crashed taking with it, a draft of the novel I started. Now, I’ve to start afresh, since I was stupid enough to overlook the importance of backup even after reliability of digital data on a HDD was tested a few months back with the whole set of photos that I’d shot on my mobile (which really is a lot; oh, that was a heartbreak). Life drops in scary free-fall when you move into assess the damage that’s been done mode.

Fresh, is a new sign. Maybe, it’ll do me and my story good.

Most of this is a mood-swing, the rest is regurgitated crap from past creative-times: yes, that reminds me of how I have been. Yes, I’ve been good to the point where I’d my takers. I wrote and people read. Then, comes a point where you stop. Start again, you look around and you don’t know how it will be: this has become more than a game of show and tell. It itself has moved on. How crazy is that, something deep inside you taking a life of its own, packing its baggage without your notice and just leaving.

Okay, I’m concluding that you’ve either come to decide that, “I’m never stepping my soiled foot on this forsaken blog again.” or “That, this guy must be a higher form of life that skipped evolutionary paradigms and evolved in superior cortex.” Thank you for allowing to make my two cents. Yes, I was actually not paid to say this. But then, I paid myself: in human eccentricity!