Muddleheaded’s Weblog

Writing for me is a window to the outer world. A passage through which I can communicate at my best and whenever I don’t write I feel it stifling. It’s a shame for me whenever sometimes I can’t write somehow. It becomes comparable to having a weak or no libido at all. I feel myself unable to fulfill the desire – feel so useless. And if I were a woman I would feel myself barren, infertile and sterile – so incapable of producing reproducing children. It’s more than reproducing in fact. It can be like goods manufactured in a factory. Rather it’s more like eating absorbing a great deal of things happening around me – trying to digest them and in being unable to do so, puking them out on to paper. May be the feelings while actually puking is way different from the feeling of creating sentences but the level of both feelings is same. One gives you immense unrest and disgust and the other is a tremendously exhilarating experience. Post-feelings are however the same in both cases. A sense of relief and craving for more raw materials is increased.

The beauty lies in the indigestion of the raw materials. If someone starts consuming then the outcome may be biased and tend to shift reader’s thought process. The writing is however (in my opinion) stands away from dictating people. It is supposed to make them ruminate generate a thought process and not to harness their brainwork.

Then Blogging and writing are two separate things for me. I do write often but I may not blog that often. I don’t want you guys to indulge in to rigmarole of my personal stuff. The reason is the same. My thoughts too get prejudiced sometimes. It’s often that many of the things about which I write have an ending with conclusive ideas which are non-interactive. I don’t want my blog to be a futile effort. I want it to be animated instead of defunct. I want radio instead of tape recorder – TV instead of VCR – internet rather than a stand alone computer.