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Jan 1, 2017

Because there is so much to be said, and my heart is eager to express, but I feel held back, nervous, pessimistic. It is a funny-scary-joyful-sad experience.

I often think that the process of writing is far more important than its results.

So I am posting this lovely gem of a poem.

Hoping that I will draw courage from these words, come back to this space, and write bravely.


“Young Poets”

Write as you will
In whatever style you like
Too much blood has run under the bridge
To go on believing
That only one road is right.

In poetry everything is permitted.

With only this condition of course,
You have to improve the blank page.

Nicanor Parra

(trans. by Miller Williams)

New “Old” Stories

As you check out the Archives, you will see posts dating back to 2004. But this blog came into existence only 3-4 years ago. Well, the older posts are from my first blog I am dancing at the feet of my Lord, All is Bliss, All is Bliss, All is Bliss.

I started writing it early 2004 on Livejournal. It was a small, intimate space that expanded to include a host of new and old friends. I realized that I enjoyed writing and yes, writing enjoyed me (if that makes sense). That blog saw me through many days of grim desperation, trying hard to beat homesickness, figuring my way around the culture and norms and everything else here in the United States. For all those reasons, and for the fact that that blog has some fine writing (even if I say so), I remained fond of Livejournal, even as it was invaded by spam of the worst kind.

Then I decided to bring all that writing over to this space. This blog still feels like a fledgling space, so hopefully there is a lot to be gained from this endeavor.

So feel free to browse through the archives. Frankly speaking, I am proud of all that writing, as meandering and pointless and rambling it may seem to anyone else… 🙂

On the Discipline of Writing

As a kid, I knew no one personally who was a writer (now that sentence sounds so convoluted, did you think so as well? Hmmm.).

So I always thought that being a writer was some kind of a divine calling. Like you are a person who shuts himself in your room for hours on end, and then emerges out with a book or a chapter, or something.

Writing takes discipline. On some lucky days, the entire piece of writing emerges (I don’t like using the same word in two successive sentences but my writing is rusty, and I am thinking as I am writing… obviously!) complete, perfect. On other days, it is chasing inspiration, and that takes discipline. I don’t think “chasing” is the correct term — it is more like “dancing” with inspiration, following its lead, going where it takes you. Even when the steps are difficult, even you begin panting, out of energy and all exhausted. And then comes a point where you decide that a break would be a good thing. And so on, the cycle repeats, day after day.

Tomorrow is P’s birthday, a good day as any other to get back into the discipline of writing. I am doing no one a favor except myself.