In My Own Write

Sometimes, I get this overwhelming urge to write stuff. Usually that urge is accompanied by some vague idea in its embryonic phase, based on which I am able to pen down my thoughts and come up with a really arbit blog post.

However, today, something is amiss. I have the urge, but the content aspect is still nebulous in my mind. Some ideas have germinated, but the precise structure or thought flow has not yet made itself evident, and will do so, hopefully as this post runs its course.

The title of this post has been inspired by what I thought was a very profound title of this book written by John Lennon - 'In His Own Write', the first ever solo Beatles effort since the creation of the band.

This post, I feel, shall turn out to be one that is very centered around the very act of writing. This morning, I travelled by bus from Mysore to Bangalore, and the journey was so comfortable that I managed to sleep soundly for almost three straight hours, awakened only in the middle by the bus having stopped for the passengers to have a loo break.

The place on highway where I get off to reach my office arrives much before Bangalore city does, and hence I am among the first people to disembark from the bus. The drivers are usually reluctant to stop at this place, because its a nice straight piece of road, and any stoppage will result in loss of momentum (or some such equally absurd reason) and delay them by a couple of minutes. In any case, this is not among the scheduled stops and its sometimes difficult to cajole the bus drivers into stopping.

However, after that wonderful three hours of sleep, which was as good as me sleeping on my own bed back at home, I was in for another pleasant surprise, when the driver, whose name is Prakash, was more than willing to stop the vehicle. In the process of making casual conversation with him, I remarked to him about how I hadn't slept so soundly in any bus for a really long time, and told him that he drove so well that one couldn't notice he was on a bus.

While going through with this entire discussion, I had only one other thought in my head - 'I need to write about this'!

After alighting, I had to cross the busy Mysore Road highway and head towards my office, and I could spot the fact that it had rained the day before. The light breeze that blew had that much less dust in the air, and one could make out the soil was a bit wet and the roads had tell-tale signs of mud caused by soil erosion on them.

The scent of freshly wet earth was absent, because it had been a few hours since it rained, but it seemed like a welcome change from the extreme heat that was plaguing us for the better part of two months, and while all this was being absorbed by me, I had only one other thought in my head - 'I need to write about this'!

I was involved in an auto accident last december, and once the impact of the entire mishap sunk in, as I was standing within that auto, which had turned and fallen on its side, thankful to God that I was safe and unharmed, save for a few minor cuts and bruises, I had this overwhelming urge to want to write about that experience.

Life has so much to offer, so much to give, so many things to throw my way. I have my memory to rely on it, and to relive all those moments when the opportune moment arises. The blog posts that I write, however, serve as my pensieve, where I can deposit threads of thought and snippets from my memory, for my revisitation at the apt times.

Fortunately or otherwise, some of what I write serves as a source of amusement for the other people that stumble upon this blog, more often than not after having sent them the link atleast ten times, following which they check the site out only to avoid being continually pestered by me, but its a huge step that I feel I've taken towards an effective catharsis and towards gaining that extra small ounce of self-satifaction that can be so often mistaken for being smug.

The heightened period of dormancy in blogging has been because of extreme laziness. I've noticed that when I am not given much work at the office, all other arenas that I want to address end up suffering as well, for some strange reason. Its almost as if I want it all, all the time.

I am under the impression that things will get very hectic for me in the next few days to come, and hopefully that will once again ensure that my blogging shall come to the fore. I have been updating my livejournal with greater consistency, however.

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P.S - I am the Bangalore Correspondent for RSJ (Rock Street Journal). The correspondents' list on the website is yet to be updated, though the print edition of the mag has details and articles penned down by yours truly :-).