Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A PART OF ME !

I have these spotless white sheets in front of me. Oh! I missed out those thin black lines on them. But, how does it matter whether these sheets are completely white or have the consistent appearance of black lines one below the other, as long as it is plain blank? Without any words on them, are these pages even worth a look? Ofcourse not! So, a page has only two distinct identities. It is either full of value or of no value. A word or two on its clean surface and it can invite hundreds of eyes else, somebody might just use it to erase the remnants of the previous lecture that comfortably rests on the blackboard.

So, what do I do in order to grab the attention of the curious minds towards my paper? I cannot dance on the blank sheet, neither can I croon my favorite song nor crack my best joke. All I can do is WRITE. Now, what do I write when my mind is nothing but a store of surplus absurdities? Random haphazard thoughts have been crowding me for days. The train of thought departs from a particular station in the present and derails to some unwanted destination in the buried past and ultimately arrives at a place, too far from the present. How can I write stuff with the clarity of thought almost invisible to be noticed?

It has been very rightly said that every piece of art always bears a part of its creator. A writer leaves a part of his life in his writing; a director involves some bit of personal experience in his movies and a painter camouflages his thoughts in disguise of the vibrant hues. And, it happens with every individual I believe. Moreover, it is often one of those journals of our lives which do not exist anymore that try to find an outlet through any form of art; be it literature or performing art. Atleast when I think of writing anything, unless it is a factual write up, personal experiences are the only resources I have with me to begin with.

But, is it always feasible to replicate the mirror images of slices from our lives? Aren’t some of the moments better left alone to reside in our hearts than to be publicized? Anyway, when we finally resort to dispersing these out in the open, we either change the names or better, do away with them; followed by inclusion of several other characters into the scene; entrusting them with roles they can carry off well and lastly some cautiously forethought filtration of details. But, no matter how brilliantly one masquerades the memories, the subliminal messages are any day louder than the explicit messages and there’s always that one individual who will impeccably decipher the inside story which better stayed repressed. After all, everybody has an irreversible regret, an irreparable mistake, an unreachable dream and an unspeakable secret. So, why even create the opportunity for an outsider to march into our most personal memories. It is like giving the liberty to those highly interested intruders to gently pry into our very own space.

Alright, so what was this article about? I am still blank and confused about how to start developing a thought into a full-fledged article. Well, even though, I may begin phrasing out my thoughts carefully, there are way too many thoughts in search of those right words which obviously will never succeed in their search. And, what about the much needed ‘END’? Abrupt! That is the only way I can define the endings of anything I write, rather every end seems to be abrupt. Oh! WHY AM I SURPRISED? Who plans the perfect endings? How on Earth is it ever possible for anybody to determine the exact moment, things should expire? And, is it just about things? I mean nobody begins anything in life in order to end it. So, the ending always has to be as brusque as possible and yes! Completely unexpected. Oh! So I can see that this write up has lost its way and I have no road map, rather mind map to bring myself to the point where it all commenced from. So, I guess I shall now board another train of thought from a brand new terminus and travel from one land to another, full of myriad images.

28 comments:

  1. one of your best write up's kachuuu!!!
    :-D
    But, is it always feasible to replicate the mirror images of slices from our lives? Aren’t some of the moments better left alone to reside in our hearts than to be publicized?
    i LOVE THIS PORTION!

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  2. @ aayushi...
    thank u thank u !!
    its more of a confused article so i wudnt consider it as one of my best ones !
    Best is yet to come..! :D

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  3. nice 1...
    -nishith

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  4. "the subliminal messages are any day louder than the explicit messages and there’s always that one individual who will impeccably decipher the inside story which better stayed repressed" dis line is gonna stay wit me 4eva...n dis post is un4gettable....THIS is d BEST of all ur works!!! i hav sooooooooooooooooo much 2 say yet am speechless......mebbe sumday il write a post dedicated 2 dis post!! plz cum up wit sumtin like dis!! i loved it!!

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  5. @ karen... Thank youuuuuu soo much !!!!!!!!!
    Will be waiting for your post nowwwwwwwwwwww....
    :D

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  6. good food for thought....
    great work done...
    keep writing...

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  7. it is said dat ENDINGS are nt in our hand...and ur question i:e "How on Earth is it ever possible for anybody to determine the exact moment, things should expire?" itself gives the apt reasoning...
    awesm Aru, got to learn many new words frm dis :)

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  8. really nice arundhati. good work :)

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  9. Nice 1 arundhati..keep writing.. am lovin it..!!!

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  10. @ anupam... haha... seriously.. Endings can never be measured but how does one prepare themselves for those unexpected ends?

    @ valeska... & Piyali .. thank you ! :) :)

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  11. Well written Arundhati :)

    Life is unpredictable.. you never know what's coming your way..


    P.S: I wanna know why you wrote this one! :D

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  12. @ Rals.. Thak you for the appreciation..but Who is this ??
    :P :P
    Unless I know you..how can i tell you the reason behind this ?

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  13. Why do I feel, I can relate to this. We all have a similar mind-set. I have been into the above written situation so many times, that at times I feel that I have completely lost it, and I better do something about it. But I guess we can't. "mind is nothing but a store of surplus absurdities?" LOVE IT. GOOD ONE, ARUNDHATI. LET THE INK FLOW....

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  14. Awesomely written... a very well thought out write up.... sublime meanings are vry relevant which are hidden by the overall created confusion :)

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  15. @ tanvi... I guessed it that everybody goes thru a similar phase before writing anything..that's why maybe you can relate to this....
    Thank u, Thank u !!

    @ renita n krutika... Thank you folks ! :D

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  16. Wowwww! I can relate to every word & every emotion in this post. Ask me how it feels when a stash of blank paper remains blank for a long time & instead of being decorated with words they give you a blank stare. Sigh!
    Like you said "there are way too many thoughts in search of those right words which obviously will never succeed in their search..." I am only exactly 2 weeks short of completing a whole year of blank stares between me n the paper... Until recently I could blame my rather busy job for my absence from the writing scene... but not anymore... I'm jobless as well as word-less now... empty from within! Even the ink in my pen seems dried up. I'm glad you found the right words :) Hope i find those elusive words too... if not I'm a doomed man!

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  17. @ prutha... thank u thank u...

    @ aakash... Hippies do have a high level of intellect...so i guess it won't be tough for u to get the correct words...SOON...

    :D

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  18. well, firstly due to d word UNXPECTED, ur sentence is no more a question :P
    and one cant prepare for d end (den d fun of an END wud b lost)...instead RESPOND IMMEDIATELY. The THOUGHEST ALWAYS SURVIVES...
    agar bach gaye toh PICTURE ABHI BHI BAKI HAI..:P

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