Thursday, September 28, 2006

Is it not exasperating when you write something down on this blog page after much thought and analysis and it gets deleted???
Times like these you wish 'technology' was a person and you could strangle him. Good were those old days of plain ol' parchment and quill.
Sometimes I wish I could return to that epoch. But sometimes I don't.

I'm not a techno/gadget freak. I use some, but I can survive without them. I think I'm somewhere in the middle, stranded between the haters of modern technology and the freaks.

There are times when I love to leave the whole world behind to unite with nature. Being a recluse can be quite a pleasant experience. Like 'Hide-Out' (a farm located in natue's lap, and the venue for our outdoor photo shoot), it was beautiful. No cellphone network, no calls, no worries, no traffic, no pollution. It was smashing!!

And this time, I shall save this text elsewhere, just in case the (blasted) blog network decides to act smart with me again!
THE MOTHER OF ALL PHOBIAS

I've come across a few individuals recently who shake in their shoes at the mention of 'love'.

I agree it is sweet poison, a force so powerfully dangerous that it can either make you absolutely defenseless and vunerable to pain, or suspend all commom sense. Being in love isn't a comfortable position. You end up thinking about the person in class, at the grocers, in the shower, while walking back home, sometimes even in the middle of an exam. A strange, slight pain throbs in your heart. Love creeps into your life, seizes your mind and becomes master of your thoughts and actions, which under normal circumstances may appear silly.

BUT there's no feeling on earth like 'love'. It adds some spunk to life, that extra bounce to your step, that perpetual smile for no particular reason at all. It makes you feel happy nearly all the time. It's fun to be in love, and in a committment. Feels good to have someone looking foward to YOU, to be wanted and desired.

Inspite of all the heartburn and bitterness that the love causes, people don't stop loving. You 'cannot' stop loving or start evading love. When it comes to you, why take the futile trouble of running away, when you know you're going to come right back to the point you started from.

Love isn't the monster we make it out to be. So my friends, be wise. Jump down that well and RISE in love!!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

After numerous failed attempts to create a new blog, I feel triumphant today. I have arrived!

Not written something different for a very long time. My mind's been too preoccupied writing news openings, features, book reviews, captions for photographs, and all that. The mind feels too exhausted to write something more creative after that. Also, sloth takes over, one of the deadliest of the 7 sins.

I haven't even touched my personal diary since eons. It just lies on my bedside table and serves as a reliable coaster. I feel bad, but I don't do anything about it. I just lie back in passivity, as I watch myself waste the time that I could've spent in writing.

I want to become a writer. But I hardly write something that people would want to read.

Probably, I shall start now. From today.

Because I want to be a writer.