At first it was I won't blog, its just a means of drawing attention to yourself. Why would you want to share your life with other people. Next it was, oh what the heck, maybe I should maintain an online diary that will reduce my one to one emails of writing the same stuff over and over to different friends. I would restrict the diary (read blog) to only my friends , after all a url like 21writersblock is not an easy one to guess. Then it was, wow there are people actually reading my blog, people who don't know me or have just started knowing me. And now it is, my blog , a forum for thoughts and ideas and just mumbo jumbo about what I think ........ which to me are in no way mature or profound, but just that when I read them later after a month or two or when I am down, they sort of bring back a moment in time and a smile on my face - and I think "wow! did I ever think that way". Sort of like writing about your first crush in your diary and coming back to it years later and thinking ...... could I have really had a crush on this guy!
Its the same way with photos, when you see that picture with people frozen in action, some smirking, some having fun , some trying to make horns on your head, its so much a part of time that is frozen. That mood, that crowd, that feeling .... they immediately bring back a few more memories, of what we did before and after that photo was taken. Of the jokes that were cracked , of the moments that were shared and lived together. From then till now, there must have been so many incidents that might have changed you. Experiences as they call it, made you more mature, more ready to face life. But tell me if you would never wish to go back to that moment in the photo, which is frozen, given a chance. There are so many times I have looked at a photo, at an unknown face in the photo or someone I don't recall or someone I had met just once, and I can't help thinking : how did life treat them , what are they doing now ?
There are so many times I have seen a photo of a friend, seen the carefree smile on her face, and then turned to look back at a smile which is more knowing now, and not as much carefree.
Wishful thinking, but when you don't feel like working and you have an assignment due in two hours, this is where I guess your mind escapes to.
6 comments:
wow..another blog?I was about to make a correction to my earlier comment;the correct word is not monologue but soliloquy:)And yes you are spot on with the photo idea but isnt there more than a hint of disillusionment when you say the smile is more knowing?After all the whole attraction of the photo is the frozen in time look:)
Deep down are the thoughts,
of a beautiful mind,
Frame over frame in a fertile sand;
Wondering when it grows into a splendid plant...
Hoping to feel the aroma of flowers,
which tenderly bloom in moonlight showers...
Of rememberance of moments gone..
relishing every moment beyond...
Wake up .. its sunshine..
For dreams dreamt are to be lit..
Live life to the fullest..
Its the thing we can do the best..
Dedicated to the beauty of the rainbow..and a beautiful mind..
aha...the wounded compscee retaliates?:)Well i know this that CSE is the only dept having the same sem paper from madhur da's batch till today and studying solely from xeroxes:))))So much for specialized maths and transforms:)))(guffaws,chuckles and laughter:)!!!!!)
Hope you get more assignments :) This certainly is good stuff and worth reading!
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