I call it the Magic of Rains!!!
For the rest of 8 months, my favorite pen and the journal book are safely tucked inside the cupboard. Its not that those "momentary inspirations"(?) to sit down with a pen and a paper to jot down a few thoughts don't strike me like lightning. But somehow, I just let those urges pass by.
The day the rains start pouring down, all my practical senses vanish like poof!!!
I am just forced by some magical forces to sit down all relaxed, in my window, and stare across the pouring rains.
The vast greenery spread outside it is such a soothing sight. It relaxes me in a way nothing else can.
Its not just the pouring rains but also the "accessories" that come along. The hot, oily snacks like pakodas, bhajiyas, hot piping tea, accompanied by slow, romantic ballads make the perfect setting.
I repeat myself...it is the Magic of Rains!!!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
The Pen
It has been real long time that I actually wrote anything personal, or typed anything, to be precise.
Nothing called writer’s block or whatever.
Pure laziness.
Had quite a few ideas rolling there in the grey cells.
Till now, I had all the so called “genuine” excuses up my sleeve: “not the right mood”, “the rains haven’t come in”, and the best of all…”I don’t have my favorite pen with me!”
The last one was quite a fact.
I had lent that pen a long time ago to a friend of mine for a while (an hour). He’s still returning it back to me. He claims that the pen has proved ‘lucky’ for him, and it would be "mighty cruel" of me to ask it back from him.
Filmy. Very filmy.
He is certainly not interested in gathering the fact that the pen is my favorite, the one with which I started my writing. It is something that I look around every time the writing bug hits me.
Neways, as I understood that I was not to get it back, I started my search in the market for a similar one.
Trust me, it took me two whole months to get it.
The shopkeepers showed me all types, from gel pens to the Chinese stuff.
But not what I wanted.
It was not a very special pen, so to say. But it was certainly not easily available.
Also my description “it is a grey pen with a blue stripe or a dot on it…ummm..its is not exactly blue but a greyish blue! (Smart me!). Not a gel pen, a pilot one.”
Looked like it didn’t help much to search it from a maze of pens.
My despair grew. The rains were fast approaching.
Also there were those amazing mornings, those beautiful (everyday) moments with my family, friends, etc.
And finally I got it!
I was casually browsing in a stationary shop for a notebook one evening as I waited for my friend. (Ah, I hate him so! Makes me wait, always).
It as then that I noticed MY PEN!
Trust me, I mentioned this discovery to almost all my friends over the next few days. “Hmmm, so the talking lady can be expected to be quiet for some time, as she writes?” commented a smart Alec.
Well, the pen still lies in my purse, just the way as it was bought.
As I said, pure laziness. ;)
Nothing called writer’s block or whatever.
Pure laziness.
Had quite a few ideas rolling there in the grey cells.
Till now, I had all the so called “genuine” excuses up my sleeve: “not the right mood”, “the rains haven’t come in”, and the best of all…”I don’t have my favorite pen with me!”
The last one was quite a fact.
I had lent that pen a long time ago to a friend of mine for a while (an hour). He’s still returning it back to me. He claims that the pen has proved ‘lucky’ for him, and it would be "mighty cruel" of me to ask it back from him.
Filmy. Very filmy.
He is certainly not interested in gathering the fact that the pen is my favorite, the one with which I started my writing. It is something that I look around every time the writing bug hits me.
Neways, as I understood that I was not to get it back, I started my search in the market for a similar one.
Trust me, it took me two whole months to get it.
The shopkeepers showed me all types, from gel pens to the Chinese stuff.
But not what I wanted.
It was not a very special pen, so to say. But it was certainly not easily available.
Also my description “it is a grey pen with a blue stripe or a dot on it…ummm..its is not exactly blue but a greyish blue! (Smart me!). Not a gel pen, a pilot one.”
Looked like it didn’t help much to search it from a maze of pens.
My despair grew. The rains were fast approaching.
Also there were those amazing mornings, those beautiful (everyday) moments with my family, friends, etc.
And finally I got it!
I was casually browsing in a stationary shop for a notebook one evening as I waited for my friend. (Ah, I hate him so! Makes me wait, always).
It as then that I noticed MY PEN!
Trust me, I mentioned this discovery to almost all my friends over the next few days. “Hmmm, so the talking lady can be expected to be quiet for some time, as she writes?” commented a smart Alec.
Well, the pen still lies in my purse, just the way as it was bought.
As I said, pure laziness. ;)
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