Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Punctuated Murmurs

She asked me, what it was I liked to write about.
Without missing a beat, "you do it for the love of it. Because you can't help it. News reporting and writing aren't the same" *cue eye roll*

But then, I think I had an answer.(I'll admit it hit me at four o'clock on a Monday- my preferred time for plans of grandeur)

There is nothing more evocative, intriguing and repelling than people. Ironical companionship and deliberately smudged boundaries. Incomplete sentences with loaded subtext.
Whispers of complications which acknowledge simplicity. Varying portions of lies, masks, vulnerabilities and dreams .Shaken, not stirred

There is nothing more fascinating than human relationships.The deviancies , and sometimes, begging lack thereof.
Raw, beautiful, throbbing everyday conflict between Messers You and You.
Desperate belief timed to activate when desperation sets in; rather than something worth believing coming around. Smudges of personalities consciously wiping off on each other. Daily abortion of old selves.

People. Just people all around.
Either at war or in a passionate, gnarly entanglement with their own psyche.

That's what I like to write about.
Isn't that what anyone ever wrote about ?

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Another Brick in The Wall

That one person.

They will teach you everything. 

It doesn't have to be a love gone wrong/waste/unreturned. 
It just needs to be one human being so connected to you and so far apart from your being that they wrap themselves around you like a sentence which never ends or the invisibility couture that Potter rocked.

It could be a parent missing. A friend frustrating. Or, the pop culture favorite- love worn and war torn.

You obsess, ignore, amalgamate and then process fragments of their being. 
Your imagination assimilates its favorite bits about them and then recreates- Alternate Realities. Subconsciously and quite subversively, might I add, you re-align your reactions (imagined or real) only to extract desired reaction from them.

This muse need not be physically present in your surroundings but the little you've known of them, always is.

And, that's how you learn and un-learn. Who you want to be. Who you think other people could be. 

Sociology 101, is a fascinating semester. Over too soon and always leaving you wishing, you'd just studied harder.