I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Reply to NJ...
Monday, August 3, 2009
NJ, I think its much easier to post a reply to your comment as a separate blog entry instead of a comment. Also the fact that the number of people who access this blog can be counted in one hand with three fingers chopped off. So, well, you get the point.
First off, glad to see you back in action after a week or so hiatus; both on IF (you are yet to commment) and blogworld in general. But it was good to know that hiatus was because of a visit of a friend since you have had a great deal of fun.
Back to the commenting. You are right about me having all the time in the world. I do. When I first wrote that statement, it was 2007 and I was emailing a series to few of my friends on a daily basis. My work was not as hectic and I could afford to write everyday for couple of hours without any disturbance. 1500 and odd words everyday in a series which will be very dear to me and not one friend of mine replied. I understand people are busy and I understand that they have other priorities but there is something called as "acknowledgement" which was greatly missing. It was a seven part series with an epilogue and I stopped emailing people after five parts. I did not see a point in continuously emailing when my effort was archived or just ignored thinking - "Oh, its her again." I think it was the very same moment when I created my fan fiction account and I wrote there quite often. Its good to be out with strangers than with friends I think. In a way it worked out to my advantage and I have known many good people because of that one act. So yeah, it was in those days of my frustration when I truly believed in that sentence and even now I do. To an extent at least. Compromises are unavoidable. But there is always a cost associtated to things like these. Its unfortunate that we cannot always do what we want to do because real life has its own mind and it manages to get in the way of things. When that happens we choose one thing over the other. The one we lost may be lost forever or just pushed way back in our plan. Sometimes they are materialized and many times they are forgotten. I used to write in the dairy. Back in school it was a new fad that every one caught up with when we first read Anne Frank. Mine was a plain notebook whose cover is filled with doodles and stickers exchanged with other friends. I like that book for mainly two things: My childish handwriting and really odd anecdotes which were mostly derived out my paranoia for strangers. (I assumed that every guy walking behind me was following me). I moved to nicer looking books in high school and college and now its just a ratty old diary given to me by an uncle and there are many things written there. Most of the stuff written in that book were during transits during my travel or when there was no electricity for a lengthy duration. Weird no? Or is it just sad that I am reduced to this; this person who is dependent on being connected with everything but can connect with self only during lack of electricity or internet. I think thats just sad and not weird. I like coffee but anything that carries a scent of flavor of green apples become my favorite. I especially love to eat green apples right after I brush my teeth. I picked this habit back in US when I used to get calls from India late in the night and just I am about to go to bed. Then I started eating an apple to keep myself awake and now its just a favoite mid night snack for me. Don't mind about writing lenghty comments. Its kind of nice to listen/read. Really. Thanks a million!