why

Everyone who writes needs a reminder, now and then, of why they started to write in the first place. I for one, always wrote diaries but never naming people or discussing events in detail. Yet, if I went through the pages of my past I can tell who and what exactly I am talking of. Internet replaced paper. The thrill of being unknown and known at the same time was glorious!

Nightcall

Shouldn’t writing be liberating? Or relaxing ? Why write if it won’t help me unwind like the TV does when I turn it on right after entering my room? The programme on the TV doesn’t matter. The options are limited anyways: Enter 10, दगल, B4U Music, Shakti, News X and some more. However the issue at hand is not the channel but the ability of the sound of the TV to help me relax.  And if writing can’t be liberating or relaxing then it should merely help things to stay as it is without making the writer feel burdened by the act nor making them feel any better. It should maintain the status quo, just blend with the mood. Just like this song ‘Nightcall’ playing in the background. It  compliments my nights without polluting it with thoughts or emotions.

Lately, I’ve turned writing into a burdensome exercise. There is a lot of self-editing going on in my head even before express something.  The outcome then lacks originality. It kills the very objective of writing. The thrill of putting out your thoughts into words is gone.It turns into a shot gone bad because the object is now self-conscious of the camera lens pointing in her direction. An element of manufactured reality seeps into the picture. Hope you got what I meant.

Ice-breaker from Dilli

Writing is never as easy as reading. I believe it will never be as easy as reading. More so when the writer is confused about what to write: the chronological order of the series of writings yet to be completed to be more specific. Type an email first or reply to a Facebook wall scribbling, write a thank you note first or write an explanatory note on my whereabouts. I have been struggling to accomplish any of the aforementioned writings I need to do though I have replied, thanked and explained everything via telepathy to the people concerned. Telepathy doesn’t seem to have worked. And most importantly my silence is loudest to my ears. So I am finally putting an end on this self-imposed exile from the web-world and coming out of my closet .