Bit of Nonsense

Before I start, I should send out this disclaimer: This is going to be a great deal of lots of nonsense. It has no promise of having a point. Its very existence is based on the fact that it's utterly rubbish and baseless. 

For someone who has explored and tried out multiple media and various channels to express themselves, I admit my misfortune of not being able to associate myself to any of those media in particular. I have tried to tap in to so much, and I have only had a very mediocre success in learning that. If I be allowed the freedom to use 'mediocre' for my humble efforts.

So when times get tough for me, I end up having my computer open to write while my brushes, my pens, my markers, my pointers and paper also stare at me quietly at the hopes of having my attention. I just cannot decide what to use and what to create. I want words to do my bidding, and simultaneously I want sketches and paints to create magic for me. 

I keep oscillating between all these interests and hobbies. I keep returning to one, and get bounced off to the other. Just because I'm quite honestly not much of an artist, at least not someone in practice, it so happens that usually I end up trying to write. This brings forth the pain of choosing a medium for writing. Should I use pen and paper (soothing, calming and indescribably satisfying), or should I just type it out (ease of writing and rewriting due to an unlimited number of redos and undos and live editing and of course fonts of my choosing)?

And then rises the question of where to write? If online, then where to write and publish? I find blogs quite more open and relaxing than using any other kind of writing-publishing platform.

That decided, the biggest obstacle in the way of expression raises its head up high and proud. Proud because it knows that it has never seen any solution or any decision that can pave the path of putting an end to its frequent and overpowering presence. The problem of what to write about.

Ever since I could read, I have been reading. I read through almost everything I can put my hands on. It shames me to admit that I had little or no retention of what I have read. Most of the books are like action movies to me - I tend to forget very easily of how they ran, what happened and not so much of their plots. I can only recall some of the more distinguishing scenes/dialog/plot settings. 

And although I am probably too open a person among friends, I have never been keen or comfortable in sharing any personal details over the Internet. I don't want to tell people where I have been, and I don't want people to know what meals I had, or my thoughts on the current affairs. There has been a time when I tried to keep up with the political wave in the country and contributed to the causes I chose. But generally, I don't want to tell people what I think about various things.

So what do I write about. I write about all the nonsense that comes to my mind. And hey, if you have been reading this, I sympathize with you. It was never meant to have any readership. It was only there because of the intense need to create and not knowing how to satisfy that need.

If I didn't want this to be read, then why did I publish this, you ask? Well, it has to be out there. It has to be said. Just like you make art or doodle that is never supposed to been seen by anyone else, this also had to be!