People say I always write about serene (read sad), serious (read grave), deep (read complicated stuff). I look at them with a little raised eyebrow with a slightly sarcastic grin. But when I browse some nice blogs and feel light-hearted, I feel like going back and changing some things about my writing, or rather somethings I feel or rather don't feel while writing.
But then I am too obsessed with the elusive abstract feelings and serious thoughts (which often get boring) to ever figure out something happier I suppose.
On a second thought, I do write light-spirited stuff on insignificant things like coffee and cranky moods.
But honestly speaking, when I sit with the virtual pen and paper (keyboard and monitor), I cannot find anything to write amusing yet touching chronicle of my daily life!
Damn you! Don't read if you are bored... argghhhhh....
I am fizzy and cranky today and that bloody paper which I should have been done with by an imaginary, self-inflicted March 1 deadline is hanging right in front of my nose in the ugliest and hopeless-est state. I am still hopeful to somehow magically get done with it tonight.
Yearning and cribbing again! Arghhhh!!! I simply don't have such happy occasions and happenings around to write about. I smile and feel happy about small insignificant things and enjoy simple living (high thinking!) these days. I just don't have biggies happening to me in years and years now, and now that I look back and try doing a balancesheet, the only feeling I get is like "close the damn sheet and mind a pizza".
When almost all my friends are either getting married or flooding social networks with their benevolent enthusiasm in announcing that they are atleast sure of the face they are planning to see first thing every morning for the rest of their lives, and has bagged some satisfaction through papers or cars or houses or spouses or babies, I foresee myself starting things all over again and I see myself running out of fuel. So I keep burning midnight oil not to finish my long-pending papers, but to write delusional complicated poetries and blogs. "Screw it man!" sounds like the coolest thing I can utter right now. I am bored of utterly unbearable optimism, atleast tonight, atleast this day!
But then I am too obsessed with the elusive abstract feelings and serious thoughts (which often get boring) to ever figure out something happier I suppose.
On a second thought, I do write light-spirited stuff on insignificant things like coffee and cranky moods.
But honestly speaking, when I sit with the virtual pen and paper (keyboard and monitor), I cannot find anything to write amusing yet touching chronicle of my daily life!
Damn you! Don't read if you are bored... argghhhhh....
I am fizzy and cranky today and that bloody paper which I should have been done with by an imaginary, self-inflicted March 1 deadline is hanging right in front of my nose in the ugliest and hopeless-est state. I am still hopeful to somehow magically get done with it tonight.
Yearning and cribbing again! Arghhhh!!! I simply don't have such happy occasions and happenings around to write about. I smile and feel happy about small insignificant things and enjoy simple living (high thinking!) these days. I just don't have biggies happening to me in years and years now, and now that I look back and try doing a balancesheet, the only feeling I get is like "close the damn sheet and mind a pizza".
When almost all my friends are either getting married or flooding social networks with their benevolent enthusiasm in announcing that they are atleast sure of the face they are planning to see first thing every morning for the rest of their lives, and has bagged some satisfaction through papers or cars or houses or spouses or babies, I foresee myself starting things all over again and I see myself running out of fuel. So I keep burning midnight oil not to finish my long-pending papers, but to write delusional complicated poetries and blogs. "Screw it man!" sounds like the coolest thing I can utter right now. I am bored of utterly unbearable optimism, atleast tonight, atleast this day!
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