I Me Myself
There are days in one's life when one wakes up and feels the need to connect with something deep within,for everything else seems hollow, artificial, illusionary.
Today is one such day of my life when this meek little voice, which I have comfortably ignored for days now, is not letting me rest. As I was flipping through the newspaper, I came across the interview by Jean Marie Gustavo Le Clezio, the Nobel Laureate for Literature,2008. When the question:
"Is there some unifying purpose in why you write?"
His Reply:
"Literally, writing for me is like travelling. It's getting out of myself and living another life, maybe a better one"
This instantly drives my thought train to my blog where I sign as a "Traveler" and 10 minutes later I find myself writing this post and since then has mind has become a emotional cauldron, where I am exhilarated, thoughtful and regretful all at the same time.
Exhilarated because I am being a traveler again, this time traveling through the labyrinth of my deep, suppressed corners. I realised that though I was never a regular blogger, but suddenly one day, I just stopped writing. The activity which gave me an opportunity to "connect" was lost. In retrospect the only reason that I can think of for this insane decision was the fear of turning into "just another blogger", just another person.
But I have realised that it is not that bad to be just another person as long as one is doing what one loves to do. The desire to be "someone, someone else" has hounded me for long. But when I talked about it to my friends about it, to my dismay, I was not the only one in that queue. Was this the manifestation of other more mundane desires- desire to be rich, famous, powerful? Though these desires are now subsided by my passion for the work, but it continues to amuse me how almost everybody is vying for same thing. As if when everybody is born the doctor secretly whispers into our ears "Your purpose in life is to seek Fame, Riches and Power".
But if a close attention is paid to the achievers of these most coveted goodies, one would realise that people who are actually famous (I am not talking about 15 minutes fame stories) are the ones who never wanted to be famous. It is like they shunned it, spurred it and Fame came looking for them like a dog seeking its master.
No, I am not saying I don't value all these things, it's just that I have stopped worshiping them.
May be it will take some more crests and troughs in my life before I reach a final decision on this one, but one thing is for sure, blog writing is back wid me :)
Today is one such day of my life when this meek little voice, which I have comfortably ignored for days now, is not letting me rest. As I was flipping through the newspaper, I came across the interview by Jean Marie Gustavo Le Clezio, the Nobel Laureate for Literature,2008. When the question:
"Is there some unifying purpose in why you write?"
His Reply:
"Literally, writing for me is like travelling. It's getting out of myself and living another life, maybe a better one"
This instantly drives my thought train to my blog where I sign as a "Traveler" and 10 minutes later I find myself writing this post and since then has mind has become a emotional cauldron, where I am exhilarated, thoughtful and regretful all at the same time.
Exhilarated because I am being a traveler again, this time traveling through the labyrinth of my deep, suppressed corners. I realised that though I was never a regular blogger, but suddenly one day, I just stopped writing. The activity which gave me an opportunity to "connect" was lost. In retrospect the only reason that I can think of for this insane decision was the fear of turning into "just another blogger", just another person.
But I have realised that it is not that bad to be just another person as long as one is doing what one loves to do. The desire to be "someone, someone else" has hounded me for long. But when I talked about it to my friends about it, to my dismay, I was not the only one in that queue. Was this the manifestation of other more mundane desires- desire to be rich, famous, powerful? Though these desires are now subsided by my passion for the work, but it continues to amuse me how almost everybody is vying for same thing. As if when everybody is born the doctor secretly whispers into our ears "Your purpose in life is to seek Fame, Riches and Power".
But if a close attention is paid to the achievers of these most coveted goodies, one would realise that people who are actually famous (I am not talking about 15 minutes fame stories) are the ones who never wanted to be famous. It is like they shunned it, spurred it and Fame came looking for them like a dog seeking its master.
No, I am not saying I don't value all these things, it's just that I have stopped worshiping them.
May be it will take some more crests and troughs in my life before I reach a final decision on this one, but one thing is for sure, blog writing is back wid me :)
posted by Neha Garg at 10/11/2008 08:38:00 AM
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