“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

Friday, April 8, 2011

I sometimes wonder how newspaper columnists come up with something new and witty every twice a week or so. To be a regular writer one must require an eye for details around, imagination to transform the quite mundane into something creative and attractive and a personal opinion on what goes around. Rarely whenever I do get into the 'mood' for writing I get stuck around the same topics. It would either be a description of a wondrous rendezvous with nature or a reflective thought on the nature of us humans that has particularly struck me and needs to be written down.

Today I have neither. My eyes have not recently been enamored by any awe inspiring vision of nature nor has any specimen of our race aroused editable curiosity in my mind. Both of which reflects my total alienation from the world outside. With the exams soon approaching bringing with it a multitude of projects, presentations, formulaes and big fat books which I have only enjoyed reading when they have Harry Potter written on top of them and with numerous research papers to peruse, I find that my time is pretty much spent in the confines of my apartment and lab.

Exams however can be interpreted by the highly optimistic folks as the precursor to Holidays ! And I being one of those recklessly optimistic 'glass half full' kinda people, have created a snug imagination of carefree days roaming in pleasant weather with idyllic thoughts. What should it be I wonder, laze around on a beach sipping coconut water and watch the foamy waves break up on the shore or saddle my bags and hike to gaze at active volcanoes in neighboring Indonesia. Or maybe I could hit a trip back to India and drown myself in homey comfort. Aah, the pleasures of one's wistful imagination !

However on a sudden impulse it wouldn't be an all too bad idea to pause the dreaming, hit the road and go out for a little midnight sprint around the park, just to get a lungful of fresh air and to see if nature manages to woo me yet again. So long then.. it's Jogging time !