ASIDES

“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold a medium number of copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold very few copies, the writer thought he was great. If what the writer wrote never was published and he didn't have enough the money to publish it himself, then he thought he was truly great. The truth, however, was there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter.”

― Charles Bukowski, Women

Life of a Single Writer

Life of a Writer

I’m a Notebook Addict with a Writing problem

I have a Big addiction for notebooks and all stationery items, and a Problem of writing!

The first one makes big designer holes in my pocket ( like any other addiction), and the other at times earns me pocket money. Anyway, I am not giving up either! I love my lust for paper & pencils. It’s so difficult to walk past a stationary shop without peering in, and feeling those fresh new things, and smelling the parched paper. Then I have to buy a few items.

With the changed ways of life, where all use emails, and texts, and chats, I rarely get to use my colourful decorative notepads for communication. In the past when i did that, i felt i was giving a part of myself to the person who recieved my letter, card or piece of writing. I wish i could write those love-letters & poetries all over again, and enjoy the romance through them.

Still I keep them safe in a big box, and admire them

occasionally, like one would admire a photo album.

I check that my quills & colour pens & rubber stamps sit comfortably, and my notepads dont get frayed at the corners.

And I love the feeling of possessing them, they hug me back so often.

SNIPPETS

1.

Once Upon a Time

There was Silence

that dreamed of becoming

a Song

And then i found YOU,

and

Now everything is MUSIC.

2.

We want to tame the flowers of Love,

the unbridled passion that has its own Flow and Rhythm;

We pluck it, crop it,

expect it to blossom in our civilized vase of stone.

3.

Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming Anything,

Maybe it is about unbecoming about everything

that isn't really you

So you can become who

you were meant to be.