I Write...(corny! haha!)

Somehow, for the life of me, I can't find the right words to start this blog with. The fitting vignette is as elusive as always...

I came across a Koranic axiom once saying, “Even on the last day of the earth, plant a tree” – which apparently applies to every valid act that makes our lives meaningful. And I’ve always liked to put my pen down on anything and scribble something - writing, albeit my obvious nescience to the field. Yes, my grammar’s faulty and at times I can’t find the right words. It wouldn’t be my work if you didn’t find fragments or run-on sentences. As a writer (if a can be aptly called that! Hahahaha!), I lack form, technique, or whatever the genuine pen-and-paper guys call it. But then you realize, who cares?

It was funny at first, almost juvenile – this attempt to save what’s left of my writing prowess(!? Hahahaha!) before decadence takes the best of it. Bitter-sweet. Still, I’d rather ‘crash and burn’ than let this love for writing go without a fight. I wasn’t, and still isn’t, rah-rah enough about this to lock myself in a closet and squeeze my brain-juice out but I figured, doing this once in a while isn’t too bad.

Some just call that plain common sense. I laughed at myself – amused.

And so I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, summed up my courage, and plunged into this ocean of words – a universe so different from my own. Harper Lee said through Atticus once that ‘one never loves to read until the fear of losing it…No one loves to breathe’ or something to that effect. And I fear losing this longsuffering voice beckoning me to write.

As I limn the seemingly attractive prospect of doing something fulfilling for a change, I see myself a neophyte, thin and looking wan, pestered with a slight malaise, on a cliff, taking a cursory look of the world, peering over the edge, wildly excited, oblivious of everything else, securing my parachute, and out to take the ride of my life! Or a vagabond, a rogue, shaking off the shackles and manacles of orthodoxy.

Words, words, words! If I could, I’d buy ‘em lock, stock, and barrel! Running after this enigma and the weird power it weilds over me, hoping my nemesis becomes my lover.

I will embark on this journey of the unknowns and surprises, wrong turns and pit falls, and an experienced me on the wheel. Haha! I hope you’ll enjoy the ride as much as I will!