Lamenting the loss of skills!
“Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned” – This is an expression that’s been haunting me. I have seen it quite a few times over the last few days. What does it imply I wonder… Sonia Gandhi??? Or is the kali yug God a Woman???
Over the last six years I have lost a few vital skills I believe I possessed in my formative years.
Skill 1: My way with words
Well, why am I putting this first…! I just read my prev post. I think it figures somewhere between a piece of pathetic writing and random musings.
I have always fancied that I have a way with words. Words that can help me weave a magical fabric of accurate expressions. But the right words seemed elusive yesterday. I was left groping for words, for expressions to convey the right feeling. I failed in that attempt! A way with words, command over the language is something a human being must possess. To convey thoughts exactly the way you perceive it requires a certain amount of skill, a certain talent…! One need not have pompous phrases to communicate but the message has to be clear!. There was a lot of joy, child-like innocence, unadulterated fun, a sense of energy, a compelling sense of “being” in those days that I failed to convey.
Thinking back, its been a while since I wrote anything- I’m a little rusty perhaps. Maybe its one thing that I ll gain from this blog-ing experience… - My words again!
I like a writer who sends that shiver down your spine when he’s describing a gruesome scene, who sends that feeling of warmth when he describes a fire place…
A good writer should be able to convey more than just thoughts- He must be able to translate words into an experience….
You are in a cold place and you see a candle burning far away. The first thought that penetrates your numb cold mind is warmth.. Its funny coz the candle is too far away to actually affect you! Then you are drawn to it with a sudden intensity like a moth… You go a little closer to the candle and you can experience the glow that it exudes. It fills that need of warmth in you a little more. The glow encompasses you - Its like a hug. You go closer to the candle and its heat feels like a fire place at home. Its an exaggerated warmth as the candle cant in all reality give out that much of heat. But in those circumstances its equal to a fire place and more. When you hold out your palm just above the candle… the heat permeates into your body through your palm and fills you with warmth. Hold it a little more closer, a little longer and you’ll experience a tickling sensation on a very small area of your palm. It starts off as a tickle but then the feeling grows stronger and culminates into a burning sensation. You hold on further and your reflexes take your hand away from the candle automatically. That’s what I look for in a writer…! A way with words… !
Skill two: Being present!
Hmmm… over the last few years I have a feeling that I’m lost! I live in a world that I have created for myself. I think too much about the past and the future. I have not been living in the present. I can remember many instances that are a standing testimonial tot his lost skill. I have absent mindedly left my things in the lab, picked up some one else’s things so on and so forth! I have even left my mind to wander freely as it fancies. In class my thoughts have lingered. I can kid myself saying that those lectures were bad – sure most of them were. But I have also sat through a few good ones without having any clue what actually went on! That’s scary… Cause I believe that if some one is telling you something that can help you , you ought to listen. Its vital! The old me was attentive. At the end of a lecture I used to know exactly what went on and it would be there in my brain for a long time. Now I have no clue.
Right now this will do… will continue this later!
Over the last six years I have lost a few vital skills I believe I possessed in my formative years.
Skill 1: My way with words
Well, why am I putting this first…! I just read my prev post. I think it figures somewhere between a piece of pathetic writing and random musings.
I have always fancied that I have a way with words. Words that can help me weave a magical fabric of accurate expressions. But the right words seemed elusive yesterday. I was left groping for words, for expressions to convey the right feeling. I failed in that attempt! A way with words, command over the language is something a human being must possess. To convey thoughts exactly the way you perceive it requires a certain amount of skill, a certain talent…! One need not have pompous phrases to communicate but the message has to be clear!. There was a lot of joy, child-like innocence, unadulterated fun, a sense of energy, a compelling sense of “being” in those days that I failed to convey.
Thinking back, its been a while since I wrote anything- I’m a little rusty perhaps. Maybe its one thing that I ll gain from this blog-ing experience… - My words again!
I like a writer who sends that shiver down your spine when he’s describing a gruesome scene, who sends that feeling of warmth when he describes a fire place…
A good writer should be able to convey more than just thoughts- He must be able to translate words into an experience….
You are in a cold place and you see a candle burning far away. The first thought that penetrates your numb cold mind is warmth.. Its funny coz the candle is too far away to actually affect you! Then you are drawn to it with a sudden intensity like a moth… You go a little closer to the candle and you can experience the glow that it exudes. It fills that need of warmth in you a little more. The glow encompasses you - Its like a hug. You go closer to the candle and its heat feels like a fire place at home. Its an exaggerated warmth as the candle cant in all reality give out that much of heat. But in those circumstances its equal to a fire place and more. When you hold out your palm just above the candle… the heat permeates into your body through your palm and fills you with warmth. Hold it a little more closer, a little longer and you’ll experience a tickling sensation on a very small area of your palm. It starts off as a tickle but then the feeling grows stronger and culminates into a burning sensation. You hold on further and your reflexes take your hand away from the candle automatically. That’s what I look for in a writer…! A way with words… !
Skill two: Being present!
Hmmm… over the last few years I have a feeling that I’m lost! I live in a world that I have created for myself. I think too much about the past and the future. I have not been living in the present. I can remember many instances that are a standing testimonial tot his lost skill. I have absent mindedly left my things in the lab, picked up some one else’s things so on and so forth! I have even left my mind to wander freely as it fancies. In class my thoughts have lingered. I can kid myself saying that those lectures were bad – sure most of them were. But I have also sat through a few good ones without having any clue what actually went on! That’s scary… Cause I believe that if some one is telling you something that can help you , you ought to listen. Its vital! The old me was attentive. At the end of a lecture I used to know exactly what went on and it would be there in my brain for a long time. Now I have no clue.
Right now this will do… will continue this later!
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