What if the dark desires we succumb to where none of that? What if we are meant to jump over the edge in order to realize how high we have risen? What if the final step is the only thing that can help us realize that potent imagination? What if we answered more questions than we asked?
You go about your life in zombified dignity, expecting someone or something will disturb its suffocating humdrum fashion. Yet, no one or nothing ever does it. Even if something cataclysmic does happen to disturb the doldrums of your existence, you are just too timid to take notice of it. You end up just another tombstone. Just another poetic epitaph in the graveyard. What if you were meant to take risks? To challenge authority and sometimes, if only sometimes, risk it all? To break free from this lack of dignity?
But none of this today. I had meant this to be the last post on this blog. Maybe it will be. Personifying another cliché, I had meant it to be special in more ways than one. However, the fertility of my imagination was found to be lacking on several occasions. Often it was the style. Sometimes it was the words. On the rarest of rare occasions, it was my inspiration. When I could no longer keep it to myself, I just decided to put it out in the open. There it is. Go on. Pelt it with criticism and sarcasm. Isn’t that what you had been wanting all along? Well, now you have the chance.
I am sorry if the tone of this epilogue doesn’t agree with your taste. If it is not fashionable enough. If it is not hip or in touch with reality. That was never my intention to begin with. But it is my mistake that I got caught up in the predicament. I will take your leave now. The others are waiting. I am hoping you, of all the people, will understand what I have meant to convey.
You go about your life in zombified dignity, expecting someone or something will disturb its suffocating humdrum fashion. Yet, no one or nothing ever does it. Even if something cataclysmic does happen to disturb the doldrums of your existence, you are just too timid to take notice of it. You end up just another tombstone. Just another poetic epitaph in the graveyard. What if you were meant to take risks? To challenge authority and sometimes, if only sometimes, risk it all? To break free from this lack of dignity?
But none of this today. I had meant this to be the last post on this blog. Maybe it will be. Personifying another cliché, I had meant it to be special in more ways than one. However, the fertility of my imagination was found to be lacking on several occasions. Often it was the style. Sometimes it was the words. On the rarest of rare occasions, it was my inspiration. When I could no longer keep it to myself, I just decided to put it out in the open. There it is. Go on. Pelt it with criticism and sarcasm. Isn’t that what you had been wanting all along? Well, now you have the chance.
I am sorry if the tone of this epilogue doesn’t agree with your taste. If it is not fashionable enough. If it is not hip or in touch with reality. That was never my intention to begin with. But it is my mistake that I got caught up in the predicament. I will take your leave now. The others are waiting. I am hoping you, of all the people, will understand what I have meant to convey.
Last post my foot!
ReplyDeleteYou can 'take my leave'. It's not Entelechy that you have to write even when you don't feel like it. Take a month-long break, if you wish. That might help.
Piper, IC
Sathiya gaye ho ka?
ReplyDeleteDont you dare banning the IC gang on the net :D
Take to bed for a month... Sleep and come back.
are you serious? you closing this thing down?? why??
ReplyDeleteDude, I don't know of anyone who could actually create and place an adjective like "zombified" for dignity !!
and yet you talk about the lack of fertility of imagination ??
write !!
take a break, sure. but resume soon enough. please. people like it. trust me.
Title was a beautiful one to find out.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you ending this.
Ha they actually believe you're going to kill this baby? People underestimate vanity way too often.
ReplyDeleteps: First time I didn't read through a post. Maybe the language was slightly cumbersome?
I never wrote when I did not feel like it. So compulsion is out of the question. Probably.
ReplyDeleteIn case you did not notice, it's already been a month. It's only after the hallowed period that I wrote something about anything.
IC Gang? Was there anytime anthing such as that? Do enlighten me.
And of course I am not crazy enough to delete this. Even I am not that foolhardy. I just think I won't be posting anymore. For good it seems.
Vanity? Ah yes. One succumbs to that. Often. But not this time. You'll see.
Cumbersome? :|
What the heck? Wasn't it always like that? People told me so. Hmmm.
Hi ,
ReplyDeleteI was reading ur blog posts and found some of them to be very good.. u write well.. Why don't you popularize it more.. ur posts on ur blog ‘SleepingTablets’ took my particular attention as some of them are interesting topics of mine too;
BTW I help out some ex-IIMA guys who with another batch mate run www.rambhai.com where you can post links to your most loved blog-posts. Rambhai was the chaiwala at IIMA and it is a site where users can themselves share links to blog posts etc and other can find and vote on them. The best make it to the homepage!
This way you can reach out to rambhai readers some of whom could become your ardent fans.. who knows.. :)
Cheers,
At the cost of sounding insolent, I hope this is not some publicity gimmick.
ReplyDelete:)
I also hope that if this is a misunderstanding, you will not take it otherwise. But as you might have seen, I am not posting on this blog anymore. So no use popularizing a dormant blog. Thanks for telling anyway (Y)
BTW, I had a look at the site. So either way, you do not lose :)