26 April 2010
Aakhir Kyun ?!?
I started blogging because I have this habit of talking incessantly. What’s weird about that you ask? Listen further. I talk incessantly to myself. All in the head. When I am alone. All by myself. I guess I got it from my father. He used to talk a lot too. But then that was because he was drunk most times!
Then why do I talk alone? Aakhir kyun? Psychological problem? Could be. I definitely think we so- called ‘normal’ people aren’t all that normal after all. The ones in mental asylums have fewer phobias/problems than we sane people do. Agree with Yogaraj Bhatt there. Remember “Manasare”? Uppi also said this much before him in “A” released ages back.
So, well … I keep talking in my head. On almost every conceivable subject on earth. If you could record my head, the recorder would coolly playback endless conversations. Long drawn monologues. Spirited, mind you! The conversations are never dull. Always forceful. When I am moved by something, the outpourings begin. Even though what moves me could be something as mundane as the lighter of my gas stove or as remote as Star Cruises or as abstract as Utopia.
Then, one day, when our T.V remote “died”, I once again started talking in my head. This time, however, I got up & put it down on paper. Word to word. Just as I was saying it in my head. No editing. Free flow of words. Thinking aloud. Putting pen to paper. Quite out of the blue.
And then I asked myself, “Can I publish this stupid, one- page crap, say in a newspaper/magazine or even a leaflet?” NAAAAH!!
Then it struck me. Why don’t I just blog it? Blogs do welcome all & sundry. You needn’t have a course in creative writing or be tech savvy or intellectual to be a blogger. If you are all or any of these, good for you! But then you don’t HAVE to be! All you have to be able to do is put pen to paper. Quite literally. And if you are passionate about things around you, it HELPS!
So that’s how I started blogging. No agenda. No creativity. No “writer in the making” business. Just plain “recordings of my head” stuff.
The best part is, it has actually helped ‘calm’ my restless mind. Is this how psychos feel when they talk to their shrink? If so, I am with you guys. After all, I am one too!!!