Can I write?
Time and again I doubt myself. Every task that I m given or I take up, I doubt myself first. I don't know if it is good or bad coz in the end it comes out well. But the first bubble that bursts is “Can I?”
This is the only thing I haven't tried like forever
Can I write?
I don't know what it takes for someone to write. where does the thought come from. what is it that people intend to say. and most importantly the reason to WRITE. I mean it’s all in head right? then why do we need to write unless of course you are writing a poem or a song or a novel or a film script or research paper for crying out loud. Any damn thing to show ur intelligence/smartness/knowledge/efficiency or just to bring ur writing in the limelight. hey no offence to anyone who writes any of the above. just coz I fail to appreciate does not mean it’s not worth it. (just not according to me :P). I read few blogs here and there and I keep wondering why is it written at the first place? half of the blogs do have a reason, like dedicating it to a daughter/mother/dog/cat and what not.. but half are random. RANDOM. ahha! I hear that a lot these days. mainly coz of my actions and the way I intrude a conversation or the way I change my plans vagera vagera.
my point is have you ever wondered how human mind functions. it is full of thoughts. you can never know from where it starts.
Time and again I doubt myself. Every task that I m given or I take up, I doubt myself first. I don't know if it is good or bad coz in the end it comes out well. But the first bubble that bursts is “Can I?”
This is the only thing I haven't tried like forever
Can I write?
I don't know what it takes for someone to write. where does the thought come from. what is it that people intend to say. and most importantly the reason to WRITE. I mean it’s all in head right? then why do we need to write unless of course you are writing a poem or a song or a novel or a film script or research paper for crying out loud. Any damn thing to show ur intelligence/smartness/knowledge/efficiency or just to bring ur writing in the limelight. hey no offence to anyone who writes any of the above. just coz I fail to appreciate does not mean it’s not worth it. (just not according to me :P). I read few blogs here and there and I keep wondering why is it written at the first place? half of the blogs do have a reason, like dedicating it to a daughter/mother/dog/cat and what not.. but half are random. RANDOM. ahha! I hear that a lot these days. mainly coz of my actions and the way I intrude a conversation or the way I change my plans vagera vagera.
my point is have you ever wondered how human mind functions. it is full of thoughts. you can never know from where it starts.
I have had friends asking me to their amusement “yaar yeh kaha se aaya? hum kya baat kar rahe hai and how can u possibly come up with this?”
I just smile and say “I don't really know”
How can I know??? I mean c'mon do u really think I would still be ur friend if I was listening to all that you have to say? u talk I listen, u talk more I listen less and if you still keep talking I start dreaming or talking to myself (which is pleasurable enough). and it’s not very difficult I guess. I have been doing this since ages. since 1st standard I guess. I tried so hard to understand each and everything that our teacher was trying to tell but of course I couldn’t. (I know, even you couldn’t). I knew that I would just read it up later and would not only pass but also get good marks. then why bother. my concentration never lasted for more than 20 mins to be lying, 15 mins may be (who knows - never paid attention to that also) and then I was in my mungeri world. a world full of happiness where I would talk to myself. would talk the way I want others to talk to me and would be so happy. would tell me things that would want to hear. once I even scolded myself for talking too much in class. ;)
I guess by 4th standard I had mastered that art. my friends would complain - “ketlo boring class hato yaar”
and I would say “C’mon it wasn’t that bad.”
Little that they knew I just came back from the Disney Land. And they found me cheerful. ALWAYS. I have autograph books filled with comments like - Never change, you are the best, you bring smile on my face every time I see you, from where do get this “cheerfulness”, and jazz. I know most of us have the same compliment all over but in my head I m the sole owner of these complements. And I never understood the reason behind my “cheerfulness”.
I was born and brought up in a joint family surrounded by kids/adults acting like kids and grandparents. I was always surrounded by friends in school. so there was no loneliness or a room (brain did occupy very ill but it was full of thoughts) in my mind to start talking to myself. I can’t even remember when did it start. but yeah from as far as I remember I always had me as my best friend. I would forget sorrows immediately coz there would be someone telling me things that I dint get to hear and made me sad of things which made me sad. it struck me one more time yesterday that no one can cheer the cheerful me more than me myself. and...
neways my point being that if all the thoughts that we ever had are well sorted in our mind. what is the need to write? is it only to express the state of mind or to show off or to be in the crowd?
well my attempt over here is something different. my attempt is to take up the challenge of writing. I have faffed all though my life - in school, college and masters to get good marks and now few presentations here and there. but writing beyond that has never occurred to me. so here I m challenging myself to do something that I have never done in past.
(even while doing this I m talking to my self - good challenge dude! u all rock ;) - plz don’t mind my recently returned Bangalore lingo)
but hey I need some kind of theme to start off with. well let me take a risk (which I have been taking a lot these days and write about the conversations I have with myself. of course it will be filtered for my own/boyfriend/parents/friends/cousins benefit., but things that are really random and have got nothing to do with anything will be mentioned. don’t be surprised friends I am famous for my randomness these days...
so come join me and let’s have a - randomconversationswithmeyselfblogspot.com (or whatever I can get). lemme register a name first.
I was born and brought up in a joint family surrounded by kids/adults acting like kids and grandparents. I was always surrounded by friends in school. so there was no loneliness or a room (brain did occupy very ill but it was full of thoughts) in my mind to start talking to myself. I can’t even remember when did it start. but yeah from as far as I remember I always had me as my best friend. I would forget sorrows immediately coz there would be someone telling me things that I dint get to hear and made me sad of things which made me sad. it struck me one more time yesterday that no one can cheer the cheerful me more than me myself. and...
neways my point being that if all the thoughts that we ever had are well sorted in our mind. what is the need to write? is it only to express the state of mind or to show off or to be in the crowd?
well my attempt over here is something different. my attempt is to take up the challenge of writing. I have faffed all though my life - in school, college and masters to get good marks and now few presentations here and there. but writing beyond that has never occurred to me. so here I m challenging myself to do something that I have never done in past.
(even while doing this I m talking to my self - good challenge dude! u all rock ;) - plz don’t mind my recently returned Bangalore lingo)
but hey I need some kind of theme to start off with. well let me take a risk (which I have been taking a lot these days and write about the conversations I have with myself. of course it will be filtered for my own/boyfriend/parents/friends/cousins benefit., but things that are really random and have got nothing to do with anything will be mentioned. don’t be surprised friends I am famous for my randomness these days...
so come join me and let’s have a - randomconversationswithmeyselfblogspot.com (or whatever I can get). lemme register a name first.
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