A Typish Story

typewriter‘Hello, Uncle.’ I extended a greeting to the typist cum sales manager cum owner of a small document shop.

‘Haan. Hello!’ He replied while straightening his body on the tattered wooden chair he had been reclining after a lunch.

‘I’m looking for a typewriter,’ I asked. ‘Do you have one?’

‘A typewriter! Why do you require a typewriter?’

‘For typing, of course!’ I grinned.

‘See! Here!’ He tapped the keyboard of his computer and the dozing computer got back to life. ‘Does all, haan. Why would anyone still need a typewriter?’

I need a typewriter…

I need a typewriter because I’m fed up of sitting in front of a computer all day in the office.

I need a typewriter because when my family is asleep in the night, I want to creep into the next room and go rat-tat-tat, tat-tat, click! And see words forming on a paper.

I need a typewriter because I’m too lazy to write in a notebook and too fastidious to get distracted on a computer.

I need a typewriter for a better vocabulary.

I need a typewriter because then I’ll pause and think and type; rather than type, pause, think, delete, and retype – as in case of a computer.

I need a typewriter because words once typed are permanent.

I need a typewriter because hard drives are prone to errors, failures, and crashes.

I need a typewriter because it’s tangible and personal.

But, of course, I didn’t say any of this to the typist cum sales manager cum owner. Rather I said, ‘Anyways, thank you, uncle.’ And left the shop.

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Meanwhile, here is what I found on youtube: a typewriter renaissance slowly picking up in few corners of the world. But would you prefer a typewriter to a laptop for writing?

Of Failed Goals & More

June – the month of fierce heat is ending today and the pre-monsoon rains have already arrived. There hasn’t been much of a summer this year; the day it became unbearably hot, next day it would rain and then everything would be cool and pleasant again. Now, the worry for me is that the winter is long gone, and the spring too, and now the summer is leaving too.

In the beginning of the year I had decided to read and write daily, and I mostly failed in that resolution. I had decided to write at least one line in my daily journal and read two books every month (which makes it 24 books in the current year). Now that half of the year is already gone, I’ve managed to read only nine books in these six months. And I’ve filled only 20 percent of my daily journal 😦 .

Half of the year is still left with me, and I’ve decided to not let it pass like the first half. So, I’ve realigned my goals, i.e., I’ve decided to write few lines in the tiny time slots I find during a day, and I’ve decided to read 25 pages every day, which is 250 pages in ten days – sufficient to finish a normal-size novel in a fortnight.

Now this shouldn’t be a tough goal, but the problem with goals is that I miss them most of the time. If only you could suggest a way out this time. I’m interested to know how you set and manage your goals?

Who Killed the Writer?

A writer who has attained the pinnacle of writing. A writer who writes so eloquent sentences that they appear plain to read, a writer who is popular throughout the world, a writer who has a Nobel Prize to his credit, one June evening he picks up his favourite shotgun and shoots himself in the head. You’ve guessed it, I’m talking about Earnest Hemingway. Not only Hemingway, if you look at this list, so many popular writers have committed suicides.

Virginia Wolf Quote

I know life is not easy. Sometimes it is so hazy and muddy. We confuse our existence. Sometimes we feel that we’ve failed at almost everything we did. But why should an artist, who has reached the highest level of his realm, pull a trigger on himself? What were the torments that gave him confidence to take away his life? What was he thinking the moment he pulled the trigger?
I don’t know, I’m still finding the answer. If you have one, do share.

A Tiny Blog in the Universe

When I started this blog in October’12, I had no goal in mind. I just wanted to share my likes and dislikes with people out there. After two years of moderate blogging, my blog is still not in the league of popular blogs with millions of page-views per week, and it didn’t manage to get any mention in the press either :D. It still is like a tiny star sitting between countless others in a black sky. And that is what it was meant to be – a small outlet for my stray thoughts. But then why not maintain a personal diary, why write a blog?

You already know my passion for reading and writing. And for the past one year I have actively maintained a personal journal – a spiral notebook – which I write almost daily. Most of the entries from the journal don’t make it to this blog, because they are either too personal or boring. Bits I feel have some value for you only reach here.

Journal
my idea smithy

Before I hit the publish button, the last question I ask myself is: what value am I offering to the readers of the post. In some of the posts I’ve tried to amuse you, in some I’ve tried to share what life has taught me, while in others I’ve simply let out the frustrations of the daily life. Some you’ve liked, some you’ve plainly ignored, but nonetheless you’ve kept coming to this blog.

My target this year is to write consistently; write things you find useful, things you could relate to. Through my efforts if I’m able to comfort you, cajole you, or influence your life in someways, I shall consider this tiny blog a success.

Battling the Writer’s Block

Writer's block

I’m not able to write anything these days. It’s not the lack of time, as I’ve plenty of it. But when I sit with a pen and a paper, my mind runs out of ideas. It is tough to put down even the simplest thoughts. It’s like Laalu (our honourable minister caught and convicted for stealing cow’s fodder) sitting in front of a mirror with a pair of scissors and still not able to decide what is wrong with the long, wooly hairs on his ears.

It’s hard and frustrating — as it is for Mr. Manmohan Singh to run the government – and I have even made few failed attempts at writing some humour. My plight is like that of Mulayam Singh Yadav’s speech — the words come out, but they hardly make any sense.

Sir Kumar Sanu’s, “Aaine Ke Sau Tukde, Karke Humne Dekhe Hain. Ek Mein Bhi Tanha The, Sau Mein Bhi Akele Hain,” clearly indicates that I’m not the only one to battle with the writer’s block. Even the great boys have it.

One thing I’ve realized over time is that reading and writing go hand in hand. If I’ve not written anything for some time, it means I’ve not read anything either. I had started The Book Thief  by Markus Zusak, but half way through I was so bored with it that I dreaded picking up any other book.
Anyhow, I skipped the book, and to start anew, I have picked up The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkein. Till now it has been excellent. Hope I’ll be able to write something soon.

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For the Love of Pen

Pen

The clocks are in love with the sun – now that it’s dark and cold outside, they are slow, very slow.

As I pick a pen to write, the thoughts running through my mind disappear. As if they are rats dancing in a house, and the pen a master who opens the door to scare them.
I drop the idea of writing with the pen, and open word processor in my laptop. Now, the mind gets charged, and the fingers start running at the speed of a train. The rats are back!

When my grandfather gifted me my first pen, I was so young that I couldn’t decide what to make out of it; nonetheless, I fell in love with its aesthetics. Sadly, I had to part with it as my mother found it ‘too costly’ and ‘of little use’ for me. Over the span of time, I’ve made a good collection of pens.

As a kid, I was so envious of a classmate who used to write with a fancy ink pen that one day I opened his school bag and stole the pen. I guess, the other kids also had an eye on it. Next day, I had to keep the pen back. But it was fun writing with it.

Technology has changed how we read and write, and our brain has embraced the change with arms wide open. Word processors, notepads, mobile apps, and what not. Sometimes, I want to be the same old guy who keeps a pen and a diary under his pillow, but the thoughts won’t come till all the fingers work.

If we see one aspect of it, the change is for good. If we use the pen reluctantly, we consume less paper, and spare the cutting of trees. But the love for pen is so strong that my collection is ever increasing. Rarely do I open it, dust-off, scribble something, and put it back; only to get more dust next time.
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The Story of How I Failed to Write

Write

Do you wonder how some writers write so well?
We all have great ideas, but it is tough to put them on the paper. As a kid, I wrote better than I do now. This is because I used to write almost everyday, and that makes a huge difference.

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
~ Jack Kerouac

Writing is my oldest hobby; I love the interplay of the words. When I was twelve, I wrote a poem on the divide created by religion and why a religion should not be above humans. Without my knowledge one of my friends showed it to my english teacher – also my favorite teacher. He was so moved by the poem that he encouraged me to write often. Hence started my journey in writing.

Later, I managed to write some stories and other works of fiction which were well received in my school as well as college. I even started a blog which still exists on the Blogger. The problem started when I got the job. As I moved into a totally different environment, reading & writing took backstage, and with time my hobbies almost became dead.

Now, I’ve made up mind to write again. The results may not be as good as I expect, but I’m sure if I continue the hard work, someday I’ll write better.

This blog is a challenge to write regularly, come what may the circumstances. I’ve already started writing an hour a day. If you also wish to write better, take a paper, plan out a writing schedule, and follow it. Because writing isn’t easy. It’s tough, damn tough.

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