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 11, 2004
 

Today, being another off-day, was distinctly better. Got a call from The Runic Ode early in the morning. The talk was very pleasant and revitalising! Talking to her drove away my early morning languor.

I really wonder about the extent to which I should personalise my views posted here. I decided I will not get very personal for obvious reasons. My mind, I agree, is am open book for all those who know me well enough. But it is time I placed a check on this growing number! I also thought sometime back that I should expatiate on only 'worthy' thoughts and ideologies and not bother to catalogue up mundane events of the day. But I am beginning to feel more and more that expressing my views on ideologies makes me rather vehement about my stand. The vehemence that surfaces in my writings only makes me more vehement about my stand after a reading or two. I feel that becoming so opinionated will rob me of the panoramic perspective that I try to retain and will do my already myopic thoughts little good. Hence, I feel I should not refrain from penning down my daily chores if that is all that my mind has bargained for at that moment.



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