Mouthpiece

There are so many times when i just want to type/write something. Like now, at 01:05 AM a writing-pressure is building inside me, waiting to be let out(and threatening to break out). I’m posting this time becausethe other option was to write an entry for my personal diary, which i’ve done only rarely recently because it looks too cumbersome(plus my handwriting is now barely legible).

There are times when i sit in front of the system, sleeves rolled, cell on silent mode, wearing headphones and musicmazaa.com playlisted to play some soulful Rehman tracks. But as soon as i get to serious work(that is, writing something for this web log), there seems to be chaos. A lot of things run in a lot of different directions inside my head, nullifying each other and in the process leaving me searching for appropriate words and phrases and punch lines; taking me farther away from the main theme all the time.

English is my second language. This may be a big reason at my failure of instantly organising the thought process in a particular direction and venting them out in an organised manner. But i’ve discovered that this explanation is hardly valid because my where-to-start-from-and-end problem persists even with my Hindi too.

Wait! I was quite good with english at school. I seriously doubt that Mrs Dua, my English teacher, had anything to do with my better phonetic and literature skills in school. So what happened to them now? Why do i starve for words? Who’s responsible for my ever shrinking vocabulary? Surely, my Wernicke’s Area isn’t degenerating!

Perhaps, it’s because i type now, instead of writing. The keyboard can never replace the pen. I feel a sense of freedom while i’m writing. You can’t ‘type’ a poem i suppose, you can only ’pen it down’. Call me stuck in the past, but the best lines i’ve written have all come from the pen…