Why don't I blog?
I have wondered about this question for long. The first answer that comes to my mind is I am simply lazy. That's the easy part. The other part is I am a form guy not class (for the uninitiated - read those who never watched cricket in their life) form is temporary while class is permanent). So when I am in mood I am tempted to write infact write quite a bit but in off times I behave like a guy who has nothing to do with blogging. When i try to drill own, the deeper answer lies in the fact that i wait for earth shattering events (read something out of the ordinary) something eventful/meaningful/funny etc rather than the mundane events of my existence. I can't think of anything important happening in my life for the past 6 months. May be such events don't occur that frequently after all and i have to be content and relish the little nuances of life. Simple facts such finally i am going to reignite my old passion. Well before you are off to imagine something, i am talking about resuming my tennis lessons. This was one game I was passionate about learning so passionate that i remember playing five set matches from 11 pm to 2:30 am when i could barely keep the ball in the court (with an equally talented opponent :) ). Hopefully this would be a longer affair than just a fling.
Coming back to the more important issue, may be I should write something rather than waiting for something special to happen. In fact this arose from a conversation I had with an aquaintance who confided in me that she gets excited by even small things in life that at times it renders her speechless which reminded me of my own inability to feel excited in life. I realized that I am more of a stable/inert gas which would need a really high amount of energy to get its electrons excited. Is this really how life should be led? They say life is not measured by the moments that you live but by the moments that take your breath away. You might wait all your life but those moments could be few and far in between. So I say try to make every moment count!!
On a completely unrelated topic, I have been reading quite a few blogs of late. Not an ardent follower but a follower neverthless. In fact my current form in reading habits is quite good. I completed reading Oliver Twist a few weeks back. It has been one of those which has always intrigued me but haven't been able to lay my hands on it. I like Dickens writing. In fact his slow pace is pleasant and the length to which to goes to describe the era often makes me wonder if he lived in all those places to capture such details. He goes into great length to establish his characters. I have read that he creates some of his characters from real life acquaintances which makes me appreaciate the effort further because he has taken a real human being and fitted parts of it into figments of his imagination.
The next book was "The kite Runner". I have had this book for close to an year but never dared to open it. How can someone title a book "The Kite runner"? I had no clue what it meant. But the narrative was good. I would not say gripping but it was poignant enough to keep me binded. It was like an old movie where one hardship follows the other. But the Hero in the book is falliable, vulnerable and nothing hero like. You will be able to identify with his fears. For not everyone in life is meant to be a hero. I thought he could have ended the story at different points. In some ways the ending in a larger sense is predictable and cliched but the twist towards the end felt a little overboard. But I liked the phrase - "for you a thousand times over". The first time when he uses it does not have same kind of effect. But when you read it towards the end, it makes all the sense. The next in the list is the "Sea of Poppies":. It definitely looks from a different genre and hopefully will help me maintain my form.
I now look over my pillow and watch Benjanim Graham's "The Intelligent investor" which is sort of questioning me when will i have my due. In due course is all I can say.
I have wondered about this question for long. The first answer that comes to my mind is I am simply lazy. That's the easy part. The other part is I am a form guy not class (for the uninitiated - read those who never watched cricket in their life) form is temporary while class is permanent). So when I am in mood I am tempted to write infact write quite a bit but in off times I behave like a guy who has nothing to do with blogging. When i try to drill own, the deeper answer lies in the fact that i wait for earth shattering events (read something out of the ordinary) something eventful/meaningful/funny etc rather than the mundane events of my existence. I can't think of anything important happening in my life for the past 6 months. May be such events don't occur that frequently after all and i have to be content and relish the little nuances of life. Simple facts such finally i am going to reignite my old passion. Well before you are off to imagine something, i am talking about resuming my tennis lessons. This was one game I was passionate about learning so passionate that i remember playing five set matches from 11 pm to 2:30 am when i could barely keep the ball in the court (with an equally talented opponent :) ). Hopefully this would be a longer affair than just a fling.
Coming back to the more important issue, may be I should write something rather than waiting for something special to happen. In fact this arose from a conversation I had with an aquaintance who confided in me that she gets excited by even small things in life that at times it renders her speechless which reminded me of my own inability to feel excited in life. I realized that I am more of a stable/inert gas which would need a really high amount of energy to get its electrons excited. Is this really how life should be led? They say life is not measured by the moments that you live but by the moments that take your breath away. You might wait all your life but those moments could be few and far in between. So I say try to make every moment count!!
On a completely unrelated topic, I have been reading quite a few blogs of late. Not an ardent follower but a follower neverthless. In fact my current form in reading habits is quite good. I completed reading Oliver Twist a few weeks back. It has been one of those which has always intrigued me but haven't been able to lay my hands on it. I like Dickens writing. In fact his slow pace is pleasant and the length to which to goes to describe the era often makes me wonder if he lived in all those places to capture such details. He goes into great length to establish his characters. I have read that he creates some of his characters from real life acquaintances which makes me appreaciate the effort further because he has taken a real human being and fitted parts of it into figments of his imagination.
The next book was "The kite Runner". I have had this book for close to an year but never dared to open it. How can someone title a book "The Kite runner"? I had no clue what it meant. But the narrative was good. I would not say gripping but it was poignant enough to keep me binded. It was like an old movie where one hardship follows the other. But the Hero in the book is falliable, vulnerable and nothing hero like. You will be able to identify with his fears. For not everyone in life is meant to be a hero. I thought he could have ended the story at different points. In some ways the ending in a larger sense is predictable and cliched but the twist towards the end felt a little overboard. But I liked the phrase - "for you a thousand times over". The first time when he uses it does not have same kind of effect. But when you read it towards the end, it makes all the sense. The next in the list is the "Sea of Poppies":. It definitely looks from a different genre and hopefully will help me maintain my form.
I now look over my pillow and watch Benjanim Graham's "The Intelligent investor" which is sort of questioning me when will i have my due. In due course is all I can say.
