Writer's Block

Diagnosis: severe
Chances of Recovery : Nill to none
Prognosis: Discipline

This is what I got out after examining myself. Why on earth did I get into this rut? I love writing and spouting my opinions starting George Bush style of clearing a shrub in ranch to mums choice of masala in her curry. So why did this opinionated slob kept to himself? Well lot happened.

I had my Candidacy and my friend suffered a personal tragedy. I lost a close friend, no not physically. I have stopped few stories mid stream. The characters are screaming and yelling at me to complete them. I vaguely remember a TV show in India where the characters completly control the life of the writer. Wouldn't that be something? I read somewhere that O'Henry was so involved in creating his characters that he almost fell in love with one of his characters.

So what can be the best way to break the writers block? We don't need an Einstein chairing a scientific committee to answer this, or we don't need a spiritual council to meet in Mecca, or we don't need to perform an yagnyam. The answer is right on my finger- =tips both literally and figuratively. I should make it point to write a few lines every day.

I have to complete the short story I have been trying to write for a while. I haven't read any books lately. I heard lot of good things about Rushdie's new book "Shalimar, The clown" couldn't wait to read it. I checked the local library, they have a mile long line. I don't mind being in it. After I read "midnight children" I was in so much awe of Rushdie. All I wanted to do is to write like him. He weaves a complex tapestry of ideas and emotiosn and one gets trapped in it, believe its very shagedelic, and its a very good feeling.

I envy that dude Rushdie, he lives in the most fashionable quarters of New York, has Padma Lakshmi as his Girl friend and writes absolutely wonderful prose. What else can a man ask for? Well other than a 52 inch television and a comfy couch? and some warm dinner? Don't look at me like that...

For all you dudes out there, this is what Padma looks like...

Padma Lakshmi, and the name sounds so South Indian...
So can I ever be Rushdie? Can I dream of Bookers? The answers are no and yes. Who can stop me from dreaming? Can anyone snatch away your dreams? I read '1984' by Orwell few years ago. The big brother owns your thoughts and dreams. Well we are getting there, now corporations own your ideas, and then surely they would own your dreams.

Well this is good for starters... Will write some more tomorrow.
Adios till then.