Blogging –this a new sport for me . I call it ‘sport’ because it relaxes me and really I would like to flex my brain cells and get better at it .
Unfortunately, I find myself thinking about topics to blog about at the most unpractical places .For example, during my bath , or just when drifting off into deep sleep , or on the subway while wedged between smelly armpits (I am fairly short) , or other places where getting a paper and pen , let alone the ipad is not very easy. At these times I find myself very witty and a very prolific in the thoughts .
But when I sit on my chair in front of the PC screen , I freeze …… My mind is blank. I stare at the keyboard and try to recall all the various topics I was going to tap on about . The seconds tick by and I am determined to get something down in the new post , finally in desperation I land up typing something totally different from what I had envisioned myself writing about .
I hear that I have to just keep at it and that gradually my blogs will improve. I shall follow this advice but am not so sure about how much of a progress there will be. Of course I have only started blogging almost 3 weeks back
This is similar to the advice I was given on playing chess — that advice was given a few decades ago –but I still get checkmated after 3 moves.
This morning I started my driving lessons again for the 3rd time in my life . I sat behind the steering after a long interval of 3 years and my hands had become clammy and sticky and my ears had a funny sound in them . As though through a haze , I could hear the instructor telling me to adjust my seat, turn the key etc and there was a loud honking behind . Both the noises only making me more paralyzed . I just wanted to get out of the car.
I have driven before in a different country , but it was on seldom occasions . I have taken lessons before in my present country , twice and I was OK , just needed a little more practice to get my licence but then I did not get a chance to take the wheel to get the necessary practice and so finally I gave up all hopes of driving again .
Recently I got fed up by the delays and the circuitous routes of public transport and thought that if I could drive before , it would be a breeze to start driving and get my license this time . Boy . Was I proved wrong , I just froze ……… wished everybody would shut up so that I could carry with what my mind was telling me to do …. adjust my seat , adjust my mirror, put on belt , check my surroundings , turn the keys and gently ease my car into motion and the rest
Anyway somehow I did get the car to lurch forward and it took me quite a few minutes to settle into a semi -comfortable zone of driving . We drove around the city for about an hour with the instructor chatting away on some stupid subject or the other. I knew he was trying to get me to relax . We got back and I got off feeling a certain respect for him. Driving instructors take a big risk with us learners .
Over all this was a very embarrassing start to the driving lessons . I hope I do better for the next lesson. I Must get this license.
They say “third time lucky” —I want to prove them right
I had a beautiful dream last night . On waking I saw the sun streaming in through my window , I could hear the birds chirping outside and I thought —“-Hey, am I still dreaming “?
Right now I am sitting at my keyboard and wondering —which was the dream —–what I saw while I was sleeping or what I experienced when I supposedly woke up . Which one was the reality ?
Suppose what we live during our waking hours is actually a dream and what we normally call sleep takes us to reality …It is confusing isn’t it ?
This is somewhat similar to what Jeffery Meyers in his book “Impressionist Quartet” wrote –“The French Philosopher Maurice Merleau-Ponty has called a mirror “the instrument of a universal magic that changes things into spectacles, spectacles into things , me into others and others into me ”
Which one is an illusion which one is reality.
Sometimes these distinctions between the two seem to get blurred —
would you agree ?
The one talent I would have really liked, is to write creatively .
Being a student of science I always felt intimidated by those who studied the humanities and could effortlessly scribble pages of stories and essays etc . Years later some of my childhood friends are now successful authors while I I struggle to write a Blog .
If I could write well. My ideas and wisdom would also be flowing from my pen –although now they would be pounded out on the keyboard . Still it would be a way to share with the world what I feel or know .
This is a blog and I have decided to write it ,as a challenge, and to develop a flair for writing . It is said that Talent is not just a genetic trait but requires lots of hardwork and practice to be any good . after Practice makes perfect
I just hope somebody reads all this because I would love comments –positive or negative—it does not matter –it is all accepted in my quest to develop the talent for writing .
I would like suggestions on what to write about .