Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Let it Fly
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
One More Post
My Dear Long-Neglected Blog,
It is so good to see that you haven’t self-destructed as yet in vengeance for my negligence. To be very honest, I have missed you and have often wanted to return to you earlier, but circumstances and inertia have always got the better of me. It was so much easier to neglect you than to sit down and make a serious effort at churning out a post for you.
With 75% of 2011 over, I did some reflection on the months gone past and this feeling of stagnation at all levels is overpowering and hard hitting. The fact that I was (am?) drifting from one day to another as possibilities fade out and just getting older, isn’t something easy to come to terms with.
And so my dear blog, here I am, back to you. Maybe you’ll help me find a new direction, maybe you wont à but I do hope that you’ll help me take up and polish this rusted hobby of mine.
Much love,
TWB.
It is so good to see that you haven’t self-destructed as yet in vengeance for my negligence. To be very honest, I have missed you and have often wanted to return to you earlier, but circumstances and inertia have always got the better of me. It was so much easier to neglect you than to sit down and make a serious effort at churning out a post for you.
With 75% of 2011 over, I did some reflection on the months gone past and this feeling of stagnation at all levels is overpowering and hard hitting. The fact that I was (am?) drifting from one day to another as possibilities fade out and just getting older, isn’t something easy to come to terms with.
And so my dear blog, here I am, back to you. Maybe you’ll help me find a new direction, maybe you wont à but I do hope that you’ll help me take up and polish this rusted hobby of mine.
Much love,
TWB.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Untitled
A crisp autumn morning. A leafy Delhi road. A slight nip in the air. A kick of caffeine in the veins. An old melody on the radio. A memory of losses and lessons learnt. A replay of yesterday’s argument. A tug at the heartstrings. A stab of guilt. A desire to hold on. A number dialed. An apology offered. A consolation accepted. A left turn. A journey’s end. A feeling of peace. A bliss of love restored.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Potential Postponed
So many times I have begun pieces only to abandon them after the first few paragraphs by telling myself that I would complete it later and direct my attention towards things more important – my job, my responsibilities, my relationships…and somewhere along the line the things that I enjoy to do the most fades into the background.
I am certainly not the best of writers and cannot for the life of me churn out expressive lines yet I feel a sense of calm as my pen flies over the pages trying to keep pace with my thoughts and I see the words flow into phrases and the phrases into sentences that flow into each other.
I am able to write when I able to think deeply. Come to think of it I haven’t written anything for ages - does that mean that I have not been thinking deeply enough? Or on the contrary was I thinking so much that I lost my thoughts before I could them put them down on paper? Or was I so busy being busy that I just decided to postpone my potential for a little while longer?
I am certainly not the best of writers and cannot for the life of me churn out expressive lines yet I feel a sense of calm as my pen flies over the pages trying to keep pace with my thoughts and I see the words flow into phrases and the phrases into sentences that flow into each other.
I am able to write when I able to think deeply. Come to think of it I haven’t written anything for ages - does that mean that I have not been thinking deeply enough? Or on the contrary was I thinking so much that I lost my thoughts before I could them put them down on paper? Or was I so busy being busy that I just decided to postpone my potential for a little while longer?
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