When to start Writing

I have always wondered what it would be like to write a blog. To write something that someone appreciates or something that is worth writing or for that matter just write. There were always times when you are told you should write, you are so good with words, but when you come to think of whether you are an author, or an artist, it all comes down to one simple thing - Intent.

I have had conversations with plenty of friends on why one needs to write ( book, paper, notepad, blogger, newspaper, and any other media that you think you can punch your stylus into). The 'talks' have gone on about simple ideas such as getting stuff off your head(or heart - i don see much of a difference - everything is wired ), ingenious perspective on things (life, science, geeky stuff, philosophy, math whatever turns the bulb on), or be a of literary width and critical posture or just letting go.

There (the ideas) have been quite convoluted and complicated ideas like analyzing ones thoughts in a external forum so that one can introspect(called this extrospect - man was that cuckoo), getting to be a more open person by truly exposing every bit of yourself into a dimension where words are read by every other human on the planet without a notion of whether you(or they) are a serial killer with a knack or just plain computer geek with a automated blog creation software (genius huh). There were also discussions on whether blogging leads to an isolationism , and other freaky sounding afflictions associated with the net (how it would cause brain cancer - some article about facebooking leading to increased depression and brain cancer). There were several more - mentioning more will probably put me off from writing further.

There are always moments in life where we lay fallow - undecided - a spot where you can see what happens when you decide (see the repercussions, how it might go - though this is purely contemplative) and also a spot where you are at without any desire to move away from (reactionary you might add). But all said and done one experiences this in many situations in life - a momentary lapse during a game of counterstrike(splatter - the sniper just got you), a sensual moment during a date with your girl/guy (whatever works for you), a quick moment at the coffee shop deciding on Decaff (might charge you up for the day - or might just turn you into jerky). The same with my writing. There were moments when all my writing was just mere thoughts in my head floating around - getting reiterated to friends - who persisted on it being on paper.

There were times i came up with reasons too - this also with much needed nudging from a dear friend - the whole point of being fallow is you need to kicked in the noggin to get you going. Write to free your mind, free up ideas you thought were too confined that they ll never see the light of day, and also most importantly write just for the heck of it, also write for ladies (please call me).

I guess there was something i always wanted to establish at the end of a session of writing, which most of the times i think never happens(throughout school, college and work) - But in this case i am pretty happy it did. I realized in many ways writing does help me - to start with i am not as shy any more (not that i was - ladies i am only shy with the words) - more importantly writing does help me express myself in my full width - blogging just adds many a dimension to it which i shall discover for myself. This comes off as the first post in my blog - not something i would call a masterpiece but something of a starter upper for my writing - please do tune in when you see something you want to read. So in the words of Porky Pig - abidy abidy abidy thats all folks.

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