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Do You Indulge in the Wasteful Pastime of Writing?

Over the past few days I have found myself wondering more than a few times – a wee bit more than in passing – why do some people write. I mean lovlier things to do – maybe date, chat, play, sleep, preen, pore through the window watching trees or street cricket or watching the crazy variety of people and situations in play.…..and maybe work [for productive people]…..or the best other option – just do nothing, sit tight. Or goddamn watch TV [yuck!!...nah I take it back, writing is 1001 times better….despite its nerdy self]…….ok well…watch TV [assuming you have the choice to flick the channels of your choice].

With this wide repertoire of options – and many dozen more, depending upon the ingenuity of the person – why do people write the question remains!!!!

Damn it the answer is easy – people write for the same reason as people take bribes. That is people write because other people read. In the same way, the people take bribes as people give bribes [or do you want me to put ulta – i.e people give bribes because people take bribes….that I leave to it to you; you take positions as to whatever enhances your self-esteem – am just fine. My job was just to raise a corny point and raise some subtle shackles ;)]. Well that’s one reason…

Many other write for the papi pet or more appropriately to indulge the senses...[as most of the people who write are far above BPL]….for better [or more] jeans, jewels and Jacuzzi….and there are hundreds of them…like Jugs [or the Jugs to be…Sidboy!!!...hope you are reading….junta…read Sunday Indian Express sports fundaes to figure out what I mean]….or for that matter the new millionaires of electronic / internet media - the likes of Mamami - read this to have a sneak view of what I mean… http://www.xomba.com/snorkeling_summer .......I mean maza karo....and make..and some money too, Sachin types. Earn money while you do what you can do best and love to do most. Cant be a better zing. Can it? Not likes these hordes of engineers and b-school grads - silly people…they love to sleep and bitch and end up being nice and working 14 hours a day. Most just don’t know what they want to do and what they can do and what they would enjoy to do. Am sure most of em [I mean us] don’t even know the difference between the three [there are exceptions like Rupam though – are you listening, I mean reading].

Well interesting points – but does really seem to hit the bulls eye. These points don’t really answer the question. Without meandering further with more sweet nothings, lemme come to the point. I have gone way beyond my golden rule that the crux of the matter should take 80 per cent of the space of a piece. But let me just give it 20 per cent this time. Quite like Jug Suraiya – who gets paid by the no. of words he writes….so keeps rambling – till probably Bonny pulls him up – and Jugulars his way to the coffers and [to be fair to him or TOI] more than a few times to the hearts of his readers too].

Methinks most people – including the ones who fall in the above categories - most certainly some the morons who don’t know what want to do or enjoy doing or can do; write for a part of the zing. The feeling of doing something more than mundane – something that gives the Colgate or colgate [one day I should write a piece on when and how proper nounsbecome poper nouns] assurance throughout the day and night – that the days are meaningfully spent. To be a part of fun of writing something – and then reading it oneself and telling chalo…this looks good nuff….and sometimes pinch oneself and check, mera likha hua hai kya….the masti of self adolation [lil bit hi sahi].

Ofcos, people would talk about the release, the self expression, the creative urge, the inner call…and what not….all nice sounding, politically correct stuff….[you can rattle off a dozen plus of nice sounding blogs!! in jiffy to reiterate what I mean] but a part [how big or small is that 'part' is ofcourse would depend upon the person and the piece written] of what all this means is the 'surreal' naasha of self attention. And kinda revalidation of sanity of self is intact - 'unmuddlings' as I say - that there still is a calling for the saner things in life. To put all this gyan succintly, junta write to earn the spring in ones steps whole day; and the right the whistle the tune one knows best [to be honest - the worst :)].

Oops! That’s then is all is prattle about. Well, some of them acutally be nursing a secret desire for a piece of history [like those painters who horde up old self-forgotten paintings to show up as Van Gogh one day from the coffins] - but thats quite incidental.

Jan 31, 2010
New Delhi

Comments

  1. you got it wrong. your blog should be named muddlings. how can you call your mangled tangled heap of meandering (eech I dread to call what your put up as writing) as smthng unmuddled ;-)?

    but got your point - u write because you like your own voice best :-)

    ps - i love that bit abt "new millionaires of internet media!"

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