There are certainly not as many writers as there are readers in this world. In fact, how many of us really think of writing down our creative deliberations (if there are any!) despite having read uncountable books. We actually forget what cathartic effect it can have on us. It can bring unutterable balance and bliss to us.
Is it not true that we are all writers and raconteurs who have had myriad adventures, experiences, encounters, expressions, emotions, feats, failures and fiascos, all wanting to escape from the abyss of our mired oblivion and ineptness to bring them out, into the world of attention through the medium of our own writing...? Writing, thus inadvertently has become an esoteric vocation! A customary praxis of just a few jugglers of words and ideas.
Writing is, to me, a panacea- to vent clogged apprehensions, to re-motivate the laggard that I have become, to untangle and explore the labyrinth of musings and deliberations and liberate the impatient and adamant writer in me.Writing is meditation per se!
When I decided to embark on the lofty mission of transcribing my thoughts into writing (a blog), I had absolutely one thought in my mind which was the reason for both my tentativeness and zest alike...that, my readership would be limited to a handpicked few-just a few people who I call my friends, out of the many hundreds of acquaintances I have and many thousands of unfamiliar faces I see in the busy streets and swarming buses when I am travelling! I wrote poetry till a few years back and let me confess, the number is very very scanty. And, inspired by Anne Frank's candid accounts of her clandestine life in the Nazi Germany, I took to writing a personal diary as well,which I kept on writing for over 4 years! A surprisingly longer period for any habit to be a part of my life! Apart from these amateurish jottings, my writing experience is quite less and my ambition as a writer is far from being a popular, best-selling one.
When I decided finally to type down in limned letters some of the uncountable multitude of thoughts that get generated in that little brain of mine, the first thought was how remarkable an achievement or rather, an invention would it be to create a machine which could read our minds and transcribe our thoughts without having to wait to write them down...Because in the journey from thoughts to writing, I feel an indelible charm is lost somewhere...
Sayonara,
MJ
Is it not true that we are all writers and raconteurs who have had myriad adventures, experiences, encounters, expressions, emotions, feats, failures and fiascos, all wanting to escape from the abyss of our mired oblivion and ineptness to bring them out, into the world of attention through the medium of our own writing...? Writing, thus inadvertently has become an esoteric vocation! A customary praxis of just a few jugglers of words and ideas.
Writing is, to me, a panacea- to vent clogged apprehensions, to re-motivate the laggard that I have become, to untangle and explore the labyrinth of musings and deliberations and liberate the impatient and adamant writer in me.Writing is meditation per se!
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Yes, I do think a lot, talk in my mind and want to write some of them but self-imposed limitations and writer's block often overpower and win the tug of war, ergo this hiatus.
When I decided finally to type down in limned letters some of the uncountable multitude of thoughts that get generated in that little brain of mine, the first thought was how remarkable an achievement or rather, an invention would it be to create a machine which could read our minds and transcribe our thoughts without having to wait to write them down...Because in the journey from thoughts to writing, I feel an indelible charm is lost somewhere...
Sayonara,
MJ
Believe!! You can make it to “best-selling one”.
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