Smaller than Life
Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.

Graffiti

When I am dead,
I hope it is said,
'His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read'.

- Hillaire Belloc

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

- Emily Dickinson

The thoughts of our past years
          in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction

- William Wordsworth

Sunday, January 25, 2004
 
Gobbledygook!

My mother today dismissed my writing as gobbledygook. Gobbledygook. Yes, that was the very word she used. And quite appositely too, I thought. And she stressed on the importance of lucid writing. At which point my father also stressed on the irrepressible fact that words should merely act as the lens which clarifies the imagery of the canvas to the mind and not as a coloured glass frame which only serves to vitiate the effect of the canvas. Little could I differ from them.

But at a sub-conscious level, I only think of this phase of life as the learning phase. Which is why I have not striven to produce serious literature, novels and the like. Once the preparation and the practice is complete and I am well versed with all the uses of the tool, I will be able to brandish it more skilfully. This is precisely why I let myself go really sesquipedalian on my thoughts. I believe that once words begin to cascade like the the limpid stream, temperance is always easier. Limpid and fluid - those are the two caveats. I am just waiting for the day when my writings begin to boast of bombast, perspicuity and perspicacity! I would have learnt, to write (pun intended)!



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