Talk talk

I am a strong believer in the power of words. Words put beautifully can impress, can enliven the atmosphere and most importantly, they express an aspect of your personality. A stray word said in anger or frustration can hurt, and like an accident, the damage is already done, and nothing you do or say after that is going to undo the effect. The thought is depressing, and makes you realise just how powerful language can be. Words are like Clay. With a clump in your hand the shapes that you can make out of it are almost infinite. It is natural for any mind to visualize creating complicated figures out of that clump. After all, that will show your skill, right? Firstly, doing is not as easy as thinking. Secondly, time and experience with moulding Clay will tell you that the most beautiful creations are the ones that are simplest in design, because they are created with clarity of thought. Ergo, it's easy to complicate matters. Keeping it simple is difficult!

It is widely acknowledged that no words can express emotions felt very strongly-like love, anger, grief, happiness and separation. Then, all that is felt is the ache in the heart, the tear in the eye, or both. This makes me think that language is a more developed version of the primitive experiences (read:emotions). It is all very fine for it to sound good when read out, but do the words do justice to the intensity?
Then again, words are an experience by themselves :)

So blogging isn't an infatuation after all..

Goldfish

A typical software company office layout can be pictured as numerous little glass bowls, each bowl signifying a person in a cubicle. A goldfish in a bowl is not aware of any world outside the bowl. Similarly, it is very easy for all the high-tech goldfish to be complacent in the thought that they are making invaluable contributions to the Network every day. They may say: a small screw tightened in a big machine is a problem solved and a future disaster averted, no matter how big or how small. True. But the larger question remains: how do you feel about it? What do you feel, as you hold the screwdriver in your hand, and watch as the miniscule part in the gigantic machine moves quietly, just as it should? Happy? Contented? Relieved? Or thoughtful? Or excited, at the thought that all these small screws must get together somewhere to form bigger screws. Imagine, if tomorrow, you could be tightening the bigger screws and also instructing how the smaller screws should be tightened. Who knows, tomorrow you might just be controlling the gigantic machine! The possibilities are limitless. Then maybe, even from within the glass bowl, the possibilities are limitless.

If someone had asked me a week ago if I would ever blog, the answer would have been a resounding NO. My life is a closed Book, and I open it only to those I choose. Before I tell you which part of my Book this blog is, let me tell you what it isn't. It isn't the preface, the chapters themselves, or even the epilogue. This blog is the story between the lines of the book, the times I'm lost in thought when the pages are turning, the times I'm blogging when I'm supposed to be working ;) and the times I want to connect with only myself.

I'm prone to fancies and impulsive decisions just like everyone else, and given time, I usually test any such decision by sleeping over it. So, if there are further blogs, this is a decision. Otherwise, it never was.

Oh, and I owe this post to a very unlikely source of inspiration.