Well, so there’s this. This blog. It’s been only five posts till now and I’m not sure what shape my writings are taking on, or if they’re taking any definite shapes at all. Maybe they are just balloons of different shapes and sizes, floating on the white canvas of this blog. “Globes of thin air, red, green, Delighting” Maybe that’s what Sylvia Plath referred to in her almost bizarre (but lovely!) poem Balloons. The experiences. Thoughts of a vast spectrum of magnitudes. An ocean with life. And there’s so much yet to discover, so much depth to explore and so many sounds and silences to listen to! And I’m going to let it be impulsive, sudden striking like thunder; impromptu.
Now, with all the crazy random writings (you dare generalize my writings!), an obvious question would inevitably arise: why I am doing this? Now my head is too messed up to answer this question appropriately, but yes, I started this blog impulsively (after my failed attempts to deliberately come up with ideas for a blog) and I’m enjoying it. Surely they are visions of some kind, and it has been fun.
So after a spate of five, maybe abstract, barrages of words, here comes the human part of me. Talking. That’s the great thing about conversations, right? This is a conversation. And it’s pure pleasure. But I digress. So where were we? Writing. I have been writing for about three years now and the most stupendous of it (in my opinion, of course) has been the debates, discussions and chats I’ve had with people on the internet. And after this, comes the temporally bounded spurt of energy and passion where the focus zeroes in on the pen and the paper and all matter around dissolves into a nebulous haze. I’ll be sharing most of this old work (well…some of it might not be worth it) here in a few days. And this will march ahead from there. New buds with blossom into flowers with azure and fuchsia petals.
Ah, I love it.