For the last few months I have been regularly conversing with you through this blog. Prior to that it was an introspective zone, a self-reflexive writing of sorts. Then, whether I write a post in a week or in a month did not bother me. But now, since you take time off your busy schedules to peek into this thought zone of mine, I feel it to be my responsibility to communicate with you the current state of affairs, which is the absence of an 'actual' blog post for exactly a week (The last 'actual' post was Learning the elements: Water on last Saturday).
Such days as these are not new. And unfortunately are not few either. On these days, if I had the habit of chewing a pencil while thinking, I would have needed several packets of pencils each such day. On these days, the mind is in a limbo. It is un-rested, always in a continuous state of agitation. While on the pro-writing days, I step out of bed in the morning with an idea or a thought (an inspiration of sorts, for the entire day); on such black-listed days when no writing happens, I wake up grudging against the need to have morning tea. The inspiration is not only lost, it seems it never was. Even if I do not spell out another word, I guess, you understand what these days are like to me. Frustration oozes out in every sphere. The hopeless realisation at the end of the day that not a worthwhile or a worthless word have been framed during the course of the day! It is disturbing.
But then, you don't always drive a car in the top gear. I try not to pressurise my mind. It is a playful thing. It is like a kid. May be it is not in the mood of playing now. I will have to wait till it feels good and is ready for the acrobatics of the word-games I play. Till then, dear friends and readers, bear with me.
I will share with you all the little words and phrases or images that pop-up in books or paintings or in the clouds. That is, if I happen to see them.
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| waiting for the light |
Image: an unlit lamp, Salzburg castle, Austria. By self.
4 comments:
Even Sachin Tendulkar takes the longest journey of his life...the journey from his colosseum the 22 yards pitch to the pavilion with a duck.This happens.All days are not sundays.Relax...its life and everything is the part of this game.The best is yet to come.Cheers!
Thanks for the support Sandipan
I guess it is not easy to answer this question - "do we write for others or do we write for ourselves?". I guess a binary "for self / for others" kind of answer is not possible. oi je robi thakur bole gyachen "gahite hobe gaan duijone". a blog is both introspection as well as active communication with readers. So i guess u r right- just as an author has a right to take a break, a regular reader also has some superficial right to ask "porer kisti kothay lekhika mahodoya?" :-)
@sup: eto demand thakle ki aar supply kom korle cholbe, tai ese gechhi :)
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