Sunday, February 15, 2009

Writing, again

It is all a culture thing. While newspapers in the US talked about finding affordable dinners at good restaurants for couples out on a date, the Indian newspapers sighed a collective relief that the Valentine's day passed off without an incident. Two very different ways of looking at the same day, eh?

I have had a brainwave of sorts. I think if I remove I from myself, to the extent possible, I will be a more engaging personality.

:) I flatter myself. For an eternal romantic there is no end to dreaming.

Anyway, writing saps the strength out of a man, the same way as eating a heavy meal makes one feel sedate. The source for writing is a sap that gets secreted in the brain, it is the creative juice. When I write, I tap certain amount of that sap. And then I wait till it gets replenished. It is like waiting for the coconut to fill up with water and attain that right degree of sweetness. We never know when the hour comes. If I do not write too often, I feel restless. It is as if all that pent up sap seeks a release.


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