Anecdotal Evidence

Int. Day. Restaurant at the end of the universe Me : Please cancel my order Waiter : Sir... Me : Yeah... Waiter : சொல்லியாச்சு சார்..இதொ வந்துரும் Me : இதையே தான் சொல்லிட்டிருக்கீங்க அப்பொலேர்ந்து..நானும் உட்கார்ந்திருக்கேன் கோயானாட்டம் Waiter : சாரி சார் Me : என்ன சாரி...this is ridiculous...ஒரு epiphanyக்கு இவ்வளொ நேரமா ? Waiter : எல்லாரும் அதே கேக்குறதுனால கொஞ்சம் டயம் ஆவுது சார்...இதொ வந்துரும் Me : அப்பொ நீங்க முதல்லயே சொல்லணும்ல...இது லேட்டாகும் வேண்டாம்னு... I want to see the manager Waiter : இல்ல சார்...நல்லா டேஸ்டா இருக்கும் சார் Me : ஹ்ஹ்ம்ம்.....சரி..இங்க நிக்கிறதுக்கு கிச்சன்லயாச்சும் போய் பாருங்க...அடுப்பு பத்த வச்சாங்களான்னு

பிடிக்கவேண்டும். 'பிடிப்புவேண்டும் என்பதால்' என்பது முன்பொருகாலத்தில் சாமான்யக்காரணமாகத் தோன்றியொருக்கிறது. சாமான்யம் என்பதை தவிர்க்கவேண்டியதாக நினைத்த காலம் அது. இன்றும் அதை தவிர்க்கவியலதாது என்று சொல்லத்தோன்றவில்லை. தவிர்க்கத் தோன்றவில்லை என்றே சொலகிறேன். சாமான்யத்திலிருந்து ஏதோ விலகிவிட்டதைப் போல, ஒரு வித முனைப்புடன் அதனை எய்துகிறேன். Happy New Year World

"My boy" said the editor biting into his cigar and letting a puff of smoke envelope his person. He rocked a bit on his reclining chair and toyed with his suspendor straps and continued "we need something new here" " First things first" I said in way of an ahem, "your 'my boy'ness is misplaced. You see, you aren't exactly the blow-hot blow-cold, talent managing rag runner. You are like a publishing consultant guy who will give me inputs. That is all" "Grhmmph" he replied to my curtness, as his smog thickened. "And could your dress be any more clichéd ? Next you'll want me describing your whiskers and liquor cabinet, so we are switching to dialogue mode rightaway",I sai.. Editor : Grhmmph.. Me : Well ? Ed : There is so much about you that the literary public should know Me : Maybe, but this is a family blog, not a tabloid Ed : No no.., what I mean is you could say write a travelogue Me : Pah..I can't even br...

Think of what you're saying. You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right. - The Beatles Jack : When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just... Marla : - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? (Fight Club)

Don't think of it as dumbing it down. That is condescending and incorrect. But when you can snip out aspects of your personality which are not as essential as you would like to think they are, then you - and I mean everyone - would be more accessible and categorizable. But isn't it all about growing in all possible directions and realizing all that we can. Most welcome sir. But for your own good, keep the dichotomy between "what you are" and "what you do" clear. As in "You like flowers" vs. "you are a flower liker". To expect "like like same same"s is to inflate your liking for flowers. You don't like them that much really. Confusing causal cycles there but worth trying. But it's going to be tough.Particularly with others, what they do is what they are. They are either that or not. Poetic appreciation for instance. Let me use a lovely phrase from நற்றிணை for example. வினை முடித்தன்ன இனியோள் . Roughly translates to ...

Hark ! Who goes there ? Me: Just me and myself Doubting alter ego : Blog eh ? Me : Yup DAE: All that has to be said has been said. So what do you have to say ? Me : All that has to be lived has been lived. Yet we live, don't we ? DAE : Don't try your invalid analogies on me.... One can live without saying Me : Can one ? We all make ugly scrawls right besides the Van Goghs of the world. Sometimes we scawl on the Van Goghs of the world.If you convince enough that it is the scrawling that matters and not the scrawl itself, then some beholder's eye may see a Jackson Pollock in you ! If one is worth the ink one writes on, one writes with all he has, risking judgement at every step - AK Ramanujan DAE : Do you really trust your feeble powers of narrative with the task of representing you. Me : Representing to whom. I write for one reason: not being able to not write. (catcalls of " yeah right ! ") One gruff voice in the audience: dei dei dei....nee yaarunnu enakku theri...