It’s past midnight. But it’s not just the night that has passed. A lot has gone by. I look back- why haven’t I been a regular here lately? This is more of a rhetoric than a real question. Every morning a stranger smiles at you, your dog comes running to you, your would-be sends you an sms, a friend asks you out for a coffee, your cousin calls you up from Cheltenham, a net-pal pings you on your messenger. You ask why? No body wants to know how sad you are. In fact, no body really wants to know how you are. I read somewhere-‘A bore is a person who truly replies to the question-how are you?’ Haven’t you noticed the change in language? Now no more does one need an answer to a “Sup?” The perfect respond to that is by the same question in return “Sup?” rather an imitation! Have we all really become so selfish and self centered! Is it just me or do you feel this heat too?
Every time I prepare to post something here and the same question worries me. Does anyone really even care? How is someone supposed to find interest in something I myself really don’t like to revise! There was a time when I used to keep a pen and paper handy-you could never tell when a great thought might strike, moving towards a masterpiece! Time couldn’t changed me, it seems. Always trying to fly against the wind, I like to listen more than speak. It could be a result of always being pointed out a critic. Whenever one utters a possibility, the opposite comes to my mind. But before getting out of my mouth, always vetted with rationality, logic and facts. And sometimes emotions too, of course!
So much to say- the writer (though I don’t consider myself that in the least) inside me seems to be dying or changing into a listener may be. Because, I see, today everybody has an opinion which they think is correct. And I don’t judge that. But what we lack is the receiver- somebody who can listen/ read. He doesn’t always have to agree or disagree with everything. Else this chaos will never settle. Sometimes just listening is enough. One doesn’t have to do something always. Sometimes just being there-to fall onto…is enough.
Every time I prepare to post something here and the same question worries me. Does anyone really even care? How is someone supposed to find interest in something I myself really don’t like to revise! There was a time when I used to keep a pen and paper handy-you could never tell when a great thought might strike, moving towards a masterpiece! Time couldn’t changed me, it seems. Always trying to fly against the wind, I like to listen more than speak. It could be a result of always being pointed out a critic. Whenever one utters a possibility, the opposite comes to my mind. But before getting out of my mouth, always vetted with rationality, logic and facts. And sometimes emotions too, of course!
So much to say- the writer (though I don’t consider myself that in the least) inside me seems to be dying or changing into a listener may be. Because, I see, today everybody has an opinion which they think is correct. And I don’t judge that. But what we lack is the receiver- somebody who can listen/ read. He doesn’t always have to agree or disagree with everything. Else this chaos will never settle. Sometimes just listening is enough. One doesn’t have to do something always. Sometimes just being there-to fall onto…is enough.
Days passed within a blink of time
