Writing my dear is not an easy task, especially when its done on computer. Your thought undergo lots of interpretations and typing is yet to become man's natural instinct. I often wonder if we had web where we can draw and paint and write rather than type. You see drawing is natural to human beings, remember you started drawing before you started crawling. Somehow I tend to think better when I write rather than type. I wished the web was read & write rather than read and type. Perhaps then it would have been more original, less copied and more created. More colorful and less textual.
I often loose my thoughts as I sit on the computer but I can start writing even being thoughtless when I have paper and pen. Its been 40 years my dear friend since this web started and I am yet to meet an internet Frost, Wordsworth or Tagore.You need to be in woods and frozen lakes to write about it. You can't become a nature poet by sitting on a laptop. Electronics has made us so mechanical, how do we use to pass our time when we were young? I can't even recall that now. I certainly had more real friends when I was young, now I have more connections less friends.
How do I capture the colors of fall? The mist in the air, the freshness in the wind and the feeling that something is about to happen. Perhaps the best way is to click a picture and paste it here. A moment can be captured, how can I capture a season?
The changing colors of leaves green, yellow, light green, red, orange and what not. Thousands colors every where in this season which other wise would have been so gloomy and depressing.
Writing is a very difficult task. Especially when you are addicted to it .You can't do it on a computer. Those pings. Those urgent mails to respond. The itunes songs. Stocks fluctuations. News feeds. Too many distractions to handle. You need to have a concentration of a Crain to do so. And I wished I could concentrate harder. My mind bounces from place to place like a crazy ball. Form one tab to other. Either the song is not good. Or the wallpaper sucks. Something is always wrong...
I often wonder that electronics and internet were meant to make our lives easier... well it has done that. I can now web conference across oceans, my laptop screen is the window to the world. But I miss the rigor at times. You see, If i have to write a paper, I google for content and almost always the right information is available to me in 0.01 secs. The very essence of research is lost. I remember in school to prepare a chart I used to browse through hundreds of magazines to get the right picture and in process read plenty of not so relevant but great stuff. The fun was in rigor. Browsing through books and getting excited after finding the thing you needed and in process we used to talk to many people who use to provide pointers.
Yes, that rigor is lost. And you know even with more information I feel dumber. Spontaneity is now my lost attribute. Writing my friend...
Excerpts of the conversation I had with a Rutgers Student at Penn station.
What can be better than spending an evening, watching the sunset on the horizon, lying on the grass thinking about all the things that are left to do in this world or just nothing?
