Thursday, July 17, 2008

Resurrection

This laziness in flexing my writing muscles and in connecting the uncountable thoughts is deplorable! Sometimes I think I might be scared, and at other times thoughts of incapability and possibility of shallowness plague my mind. Well with this post, I am Lazarus resurrected again, so to speak.

Is it really necessary to communicate? I remember writing about leaving markers for those who might chance upon it. I have stumbled upon some myself, and felt connected. Thoreau and Hesse come to mind. But I digress, and as usual get caught in meta-statements and plugged sentences.

To make a list of things I intended to write about during the past two couple of months, might aid in action after resurrection.
  • On having a tarantula for a smoking companion
  • Divine percussive instruments of Kerala
  • Sanskrit drama - Koodiyattam
  • Encounters with old age
  • A Tamil classic - Ponniyin Selvan (Son of Ponni)

This Lazarus intends to be back more regularly now....

1 comment:

Synchronicity Diva said...

This reminds me of Gloria Anazldua words: “Why am I compelled to write? Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger. To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.”