Story

I wrote a short story recently. During my college days my friends and I would finish each others story or write from a different view point with a twist etc. I did something similar by writing a different view point to my friends popular story. There were responses appreciating the work.

Unfortunately, it was all for the wrong reasons. The irony and subtlety, that I was appreciating myself for, that I was particularly proud of was completely lost on my readers. Here I was thinking I have made a profound statement by highlighting a hidden dimension of the protagonist and not a single reader caught it.

Of course the fault could simply be the way I wrote it - however my friend who did catch the twist that I gave to his character told me kindly that this sort of highbrow style wont work. I felt extremely depressed - and I call myself an aspiring writer.

Monday blues

Last monday was a big news day - Oscars, Budget presentation, Cricket world cup tied match - I was thinking how easy it was when I was in school. All I had to do was fake a stomach ache and I could have stayed home. With the ability to connect from anywhere to do the work, with your colleagues having the ability to reach you multiple ways and that darn thing called responsibility Monday mornings have only become worse.

Colin Firth won - was reminded of the early facebook less, twitter less age when he still managed to capture a lot of attention as Mr.Darcy.

I don't encounter stutterers these days - same as people with bad teeth, unlike during my school days. I wonder if middle class is highly aware of the intervention mechanisms and are fixing such problems much ahead of time. Would that make children these days more likely to mock or less likely?

I don't see many young children or young adults with dimples these days either.

Precision

Was awe struck watching the redbulls at the Aero show. As the two planes crossed each other within hair's breath there was a collective gasp from the audience and then a round of applause. It must have taken years of practice but I also wonder if some of us are better suited to do such things than others. With my unsteady hands and nausea prone body, hypothetically even if I had spent twenty years of my early life practicing would I have made it? I doubt. Heart surgeons and test pilots are my ideal.

Marketable skills

So I am sitting on a chair by the window staring out - they advise you find a job you really love to do - the problem is I don't think anyone would pay for the things I like to do. Let us see - I like to mindlessly watch youtube videos (political satire, cute ads), argue a point to death in a loud voice, read the same books again and again, surf the internet on obscure topics (myth of Aryan invasion, Shakespeare authorship), the aforementioned staring out the window... No, I don't think anyone would pay me for these.

In the meantime I have to carry on the way I do now - a mental equivalent of bulimia. I restrain myself for a few days and then have episodes where I do all or some of the above in a binge until 2 AM in the morning. Unfortunately there is no cerebral equivalent to sticking your fingers down your throat.

New year new blog

In the movie Bridget Jones's Diary, Mark Darcy scathingly describes Bridget as verbally incontinent. I get reminded of it often these days - the whole planet seems to have become electronically incontinent.

Last year, the commonwealth games was not enough of a temptation for me, I had successfully resisted the spectrum scam, heck I had even remained silent at the face of Ayodhya verdict. So I suppose as one of the early bloggers I am on the downward curve now, a sort of blogging fatigue.

Anyway, here is my new year wish - Let me always be interested in something and have the ability to exercise that interest.