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Showing posts with label Criticism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Criticism. Show all posts

Monday, December 13, 2010

Here I am....

After a long gap I am back in blogosphere.Its been more than three months I have written anything in my blog. Though I wrote one in Sep it was just for namesake.My stint in Bengaluru erstwhile Bangalore was quite eventful. Bangalore is a place which I have been hearing since my childhood yet never had been to there. Even though I had got a chance before I declined and believe me I had to pay heavily for it. Then for some weird reason I was always in love with Chennai. Anyway this time when I was offered an opportunity in Bangalore I accepted it thinking that at least once I should be there and see hows the IT hub of India. Thus in June I bade adieu to Chennai and landed in Bangalore. I reached there at night. As the train nearing to the city I felt like I was entering into darkness. That feeling I always had whenever I was out in night. Then the most appreciated climate of Bangalore. I don't remember when was the last time I had a severe cold. But after two weeks in Bangalore I was in the hands of cold and was literally bed ridden. My office was near to MG Road so you can say I was in the heart of the city. There was no direct bus from my place to MG Road. So I had to go to Sivajinagar Bus Stand and from there get another bus to my PG. Whether you believe it or not I got the bus to stand the first week five different places. And the traffic police and bus conductors speak no language other than Kannada(Not sure they were doing this even after knowing Hindi or English) which was more or less like Greek or Latin to me.And if I ask someone who can communicate they are totally blank and say sorry.I wonder if only I had these problems. There is a mutual understanding between passengers and conductors by charging less but not giving the ticket. Nevertheless to ask where does this money go. In the signal there is no traffic police and you have to run if you want your life and cross the road. Most of the signals doesn't have a signal for pedestrians.


Wow....Now I feel like I have kept the burden down from my mind. Those who love Bangalore please do forgive me if the criticism is too much. May be I am being too much cynic wrote all these.Can you say these are just made up ones?Sure these are only one side of the coin. I hope I ll we ll see the other side of the coin in the next post.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Just for sake!

I always think about writing when I am not in a position to note it down. Mostly lying on bed when all my roommates are fast asleep.But when I sit down to write something mind ll be totally blank.Wonder what shall I write about?Well...I know there are million things to write about.But for the sake of writing is not a good habit though at times you have to as I am doing right now.It reminds me the lines which I learned long time before, though not so long,in my school days, I think it was told by M.T., a novel or something like that is conceived in a writer's mind and it is delivered after suffering a lot of pain.That's really true. And the whole pain becomes an enjoyment or a forgotten memory when you see your creative work lying in front of your eyes just like a mom who forgets all her pain at the very sight of her new born. It doesn't mean that I am a writer or an aspiring one. Just felt like saying so. Thats all.A group of words doesn't make a sentence.Its applicable to all the creative work like dance, music, art et al.Let it be anything.It should have its own life and it gets that life when it carries the true meaning of what it intended to.There should be an honest and sincere desire for what you want to do and that honesty and sincerety should be there in your work. When you are writing something you should enjoy it and do without worrying whether it ll enjoy others or not.Of course a good readership is any writer's dream and that is his one and only one asset apart from the talent of writing.But that should not be the soul purpose.Its a medium for conveying your thoughts to others. If you are going to put others thoughts in your writing whats the use of it?It just a mere waste of time for all.There is no productivity.Its just money and fame oriented both won't last beyond a certain period.Why do you want to deceive your own conscince while there is no need of it.

Ok..let me stop this nonsense here.I am noone to comment about anyone.But I have all the freedom to express my views.After all its my fundamental right until it hurts someone.And given the statistics of my readership I don't think its gonna read by anyone let alone hurt. So no worries.