Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Obituary of a Child unborn

People write stories. I have often wanted to write a story too. There are(at least) two kinds of stories.

You have a sudden pint of inspiration and a plot strikes you in the middle of the night. You wake up and decide to put it down in black and white(or even in colour,now that you have the luxury of word processors).

And there is another kind. It's a story that you tell yourself. And you write it down just to make it easier for you to believe. Like we all rely more on printed and polished letters more than crude hand written notes.

In absence of an inspiration I would have written a story (of the second kind) too. But then, I don't have a itching conscience.

6 comments:

  1. whatever u want, whatever u need
    whatever you say you pay your money you take your choice.......

    ReplyDelete
  2. Let me tell you a story,
    Since I love stories too.
    A charming little story
    ‘bout what a boy would do.

    A nerdy, geeky, little freak
    With vicious, sparkling eyes
    A head so full of thoughts obscene
    And self deluding lies.

    A body frail, diseased and weak
    A heart of seasoned wood
    And smiles, so plastic, pliable
    He used, as good boys should.

    A kind and courteous demeanor
    Behind which he did hide
    Insanity, profanity
    All bottled up inside.

    And every day he’d hurt himself
    By acting sweet and kind
    And all his feeling, all his thoughts
    Lay bottled in his mind.

    The boy grew up, became a man
    And every single day
    He felt a sense of loathsome pain
    For turning out this way.

    And here is where this story ends.
    And like all stories do
    It makes a point, implicitly
    But that depends on you.





    There is a third type. The pointless, corny, and absurd stories. Sorry.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Saptarshi - this may not seem relevant, and neither will it make any sense, but man has always had an unbelievable faith in the printed word. But even so, hand written notes, for me at least, holds a certain charm, a certain beauty, a certain sense of affection - even if it is an illegible scrawl.

    Psycho - I've said this before, and I guess I have no other choice but to say it again.
    Dude, I love this piece. And I know Ma'am C. will love it too. Hmm.
    And it isn't pointless. As far as I'm concerned it points out sheer vanity and conceitedness that it you.
    It isn't corny or absurd, because, well, I already told you why.
    Hmm.
    ^_^

    ReplyDelete
  4. @ até :Well I myself have a soft corner for hand written notes.Simply because of the personal touch.

    @psycho guy: For the third time,very well written!

    ReplyDelete
  5. When the Moment of Inspiration beacons, there really is noone left to write... like shitting, there writing just sort of happens... u don't do it, it uses u to do it...lol!

    Kind Regards,
    Anuj D.

    ReplyDelete
  6. When the Moment of Inspiration beacons, there really is noone left to write... like shitting, there writing just sort of happens... u don't do it, it uses u to do it...lol!

    Kind Regards,
    Anuj D.

    ReplyDelete