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Writing off the Cuff

Posted: May 4, 2012 in Blogs, Creative Writing

Having read quite a few blogs, I really need to plan and pre-write my writing. I write off the top of my head usually and press Publish without so much as a second thought, mostly. Or I might return to it to make some typo corrections, or change an adjective.

There’s stream of consciousness writing, but I suppose most who do that do return to mold the clay that the unseen Djinn has thrust on to the digital pen. I need to work harder on planning, researching and pre-writing, One decent post rather than a malformed post.

 

 

 


This is one of those rainy days. It has been raining all afternoon, drenching me with lethargy.  I feel somewhat uninspired to do the things I really should, like writing a decent blog. Emulating all accomplished writers, I am writing this because I have to.

I would like to step out of the claustrophobic confines of my apartment.  Azumi, my cat, is curled up half-asleep on my bookcase, and drawls out a languid meow when  I stroke her and she slips back to sleep. Dejected, I return to the laptop, thinking where I could go and find a fresh insight into my current condition and perhaps a sliver of inspiration.

Where should I go and what should I do? I am currently reading Gladwell’s The Tipping Point and I could go somewhere with life teeming around me with their shopping and dating going on in a mall and disconnectedly read it. I have to recharge my DSLR’s battery, if I decide to play the part of the urban paparazzi on a hunt for that lucky kaleidoscope of pixels.

The sun is sliding down over the upright slabs of concrete people call home.  The full moon will dance and take centrestage. The air is cool and the club I call my apartment has dimmed with the ebbing sunlight. I do have to get out, and I will just get prepared. My tummy’s throwing a tantrum, and I will have to entertain it too.


As tired as my eyes are and as sluggish my mind is on this quiet Sunday morning, I have decided to spread more pixels on this digital papyrus.

I was reading Paulo Coelho’s blog about routines. I prefer to think of them as habits, good ones and bad ones.

Both good habits and bad ones, are created by our sense of who we are, our inertia, and particularly, our fears.

I think that every new door is confronted by many with fear. One of the key purposes of life I think is to identify our fears – which we might secretly consider restrictive – and walk through them.

The goal is to overcome our fear (our fear of change, abandonment of our comfort zones, pain, and even the imagined consequences of success, which does not fit into our current worldview and self-perception).

One fear I have is that of heights. I have confronted that fear several times many years ago. As a student, my experiences in the Outward Bound School gave me the opportunity to face up to it through confidence obstacle courses, rock-climbing, abseiling, run-downs, diving among other activities. Later on in life, I also bungee-jumped while on a trip to Hell’s Gate, Taupo, New Zealand. Other things I have listed on my bucket list include skydiving and more rock-climbing.

The Cheshire Cat

Posted: February 24, 2012 in Creative Writing

“Please, would you tell me,” said Alice, a little timidly, … “why your cat grins like that?”
“It’s a Cheshire cat,” said the Duchess, “and that’s why.”
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Alice didn’t think that proved it at all: however she went on. “And how do you know that you’re mad?”
“To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?”
“I suppose so,” said Alice
“Well, then, ” the Cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where…” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“…so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

Ferry

Posted: February 24, 2012 in Creative Writing
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A poem I wrote on a ferry ride from Bintan five years back! 🙂

Ferry

A jagged horizon

a string of silhouetted islands

hiding in their own shadows

shimmering threads of gold

white dolphins swim along

beside the ferry

warm sunlight suntan lotion

drips off skin like honey

Wind’s wanton fingers

plough my hair

Breathes softly on salty cheeks.