Free Thought

Friday, July 29, 2005

Awaken the spirit within

It was another day in the cubicle farm
Yet another day of mindless code
Being churned out in this our glass abode

When all of a sudden a wind of hope
Blew across my face - i felt a surge
That brought out an inner urge

And I felt a wave of creativity
Rise within me unabated
Twas like the doors to heaven ungated

Washed away were the ones and zeroes
We became fearless heroes
Of our spirit within.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Writer's blog!

Many a raindrop in bangalore has been shed
Many a sky has gone grey from red
But for many a day words have been clogged
And I put it all down to writer's blog!

The promise of waxing eloquent over calvin, it seems, has become my biggest bane. And yet, as I muse in front of my screen this morning, my biggest boon, it is. Let me explain this conundrum. When I posted, I was at the height of my literary excitement. Words were gushing forth like a Bangalore storm water drains in spate. I committed to the topic of my next post, which would be devoted to two of my fave topics - Calvin and the fine exalted art of hyperbole - and the interrelation between them.

The events that unfolded thereafter, were however not entirely expected. I was to suffer the, insufferable, that scourge of all those desirous in some way of putting pen to paper, or finger to keyboard. I was struck by a severe case of writer's blog! (sic)

What is writer's block? And what the hell is writer's BLOG? A typo? A desperate attempt by a psychiatrrist to publish a paper in "Million Dollar Disorders of the 22nd century and beyond"?
Neither of the above, im afraid.

The writer's block - a condition wherein one is incapable of translating thought to paper for a variety of possible reasons - is best illustrated by Calvin. Calvin goes up to Hobbes and says "Check out my new invention!" (a block of wood) "I call it writer's block - when you want to stop writing, place it on your desk!" Thats a great example of out-of-the-block thinking!!

The writer's blog is a term I devised to describe the condition of one who has comitted to the world to share his/her literary genius (we're all geniuses to ourselves, y' know) and reneges on it out of fear - fear of comittment, fear of not posting material of some standard, fear of muscular movement (also known as laziness), and so on.

In posting this article, I have vanquished many such foes within, and anyone with perception would note the committment to write about calvin has, to some extent been met. As for hyperbole, not a word about it has been written anywhere, yet in every word it resides! Go figure!