The Magic Of Writing

Two weeks and I haven't updated my blog. It's not that I am busy...its just that I don't have anything to write about. And here comes a fudging term to my rescue...Writer’s block…Do you think this phenomenon actually exists or is it just an excuse? Why is that sometimes I stare hard at my computer and still fail to type even a single sentence? But then there are times when words flow out of control and it becomes tricky to stick to the subject. I came across a beautiful excerpt from ‘The Zahir’ by Paulo Coelho that elucidates this unrestrained process…

“Writing is one of the most solitary actions in the world. I sit down in front of the computer, gaze out on the unknown sea of my soul, and see a few islands- ideas that have developed and which are ripe to be exposed. Then I climb into my boat called ‘The Word’ and set out for the nearest island. On the way, I meet strong currents, winds and storms, but keep rowing exhausted knowing that I drifted away from my chosen course and the island I was trying to reach is no longer my horizon”

Brilliant analogy, isn’t it?
I firmly believe that writing is the finest mode of expression. As the ideas, imaginations, beliefs, principles, suggestions and solutions flow through the soul, the words spring to life and transform themselves into a fantastic piece. The creative satisfaction is unparalleled…That’s the magic of literature.

Melodic Recap

Niladri Kumar, the zitar king…He calls it zitar not sitar for the sound produced is zany and zestful! I happened to attend his show at MOOD I (Fusion) and was spell bound. Just an attempt to recapture the moment!

In his psychedelic kurta
And unruffled poise,
With his pride across,
He sat elegantly;
I saw him with skeptic eyes,
As a mysterious smile lit his face

He pluck a string and fret another,
Accelerated the hymn with couple more,
He strummed with an electric pace
And air droned with melodic pleasure;
His unkempt hair swayed in resonance;
He plunked fast, he fret faster,
Every soul boomed with ecstasy,
Every bit throbbed with joy,
Suddenly he stopped,
Ambience mystified.
He called it sound check!


If this was preview
How would be the real show?
Magician, he was
As all sat spell bound
Craving to be under his tuned spell!

'Chat' up your senses!

Have you ever gobbled up the tangy pani-puris , twenty of them at one time? Aahhh…I was lucky to experience the ultimate bliss!! The mini bloomed puris with its cute belly wobbly with piquant-hot water, stuffed with melting potatoes and mashed chick peas, simply teased my taste buds! Mouth-watering, isn’t it? These humble puris added a zing to my otherwise bland life (Thanks to the grueling Cat results ).Bless the soul who invented this amazing chat!