3 MONTHS AND 6 SIX DAYS since I have updated this Blog.. but not very long since my futile attempts to post something have been drained in vain.. Plethora of thoughts fluttering restlessly finding no solace in the unending drought of words.. The words have gone for a vacation and the titillating thoughts are left to rot.. 'I am at a loss of words!!' 'Oh Gosh! I have lost my writing spark!!" I complained, which received sharp responses like 'When did you ever have a spark???'
Friendly advice or smack of reality, this is not helping my situation... A writer's block, scribbler fear or whatsoever.. I needed some way to circumvent this ordeal of mine.. Therefore I have decided to throw the gates open.. let the flood of thoughts rush through.. picking words at will.. So my dear readers, this is more of a cleanliness exercise than the randomest post that I have ever written; to regain my lost 'spark' (I am still convinced I had one!!) and henceforth continue to entertain and enlighten my audience with my posts as ever before.. Brace yourselves and enjoy the ride!!
Taking stock of the situation and retrospecting the past 3 months, the ordeal found its roots in Germany. My first overseas trip which apart from letting my ordeal grow forced me come to terms with some discarded, forgotten and mostly unknown practices like punctuality ( I had to refer to get the correct spelling!!). A completely ridiculous practice where a couple (two precisely..) of minutes off track immediately makes you 20 minutes ahead of schedule. If punctuality is one sickening thing.. there is Traffic which could not get any worse.. surprisingly Germans take traffic and discipline in the same breath (and they are not profoundly fond of antonyms) .. chaos, the rule of our roads is something you immediately begin to crave for once you call it truce with punctuality and commute along with the public transportation... and where are the potholes and speed-breakers hiding?? why are they ashamed to be on the roads.. As a pedestrian accustomed to living on the edge, the least you can conveniently expect is a vehicle or two zip past by oblivious to your existence.. but in this looney land when a pedestrian accidently treads on to the road on a wrong signal, the commuter along with the rest of the country comes to an abrupt halt.. everything comes to a standstill and the clock would only resume ticking once the alien now startled pedestrian plays along all the notes of the striped piano-like crossing...
If this could be termed Utopian, then the people of Germany, their delightful wooden homes with pleasing lawns, the scenic pathways and vibrant colors throwed everywhere with the finesse of an artist, look like the characters and stories jumping right out of a fairytale... Beauty so placid yet overwhelming to the extent of pissing you off.. because such beauty can only be imagined or dreamt of and its hard to believe such imaginations taking tangible forms and playing in front of your eyes.. As and when your senses get acquainted to such staggering beauty, Germany pulls another rabbit out of the hat dwarfing the senses with dazzling display of wonders..
Exciting the senses, pumping vigour became the order of the day.. day in, day out, weekday, weekends and on one such lively weekend I crossed borders into the land of cultures.. city of history and romance.......
watch this space for more...
Friendly advice or smack of reality, this is not helping my situation... A writer's block, scribbler fear or whatsoever.. I needed some way to circumvent this ordeal of mine.. Therefore I have decided to throw the gates open.. let the flood of thoughts rush through.. picking words at will.. So my dear readers, this is more of a cleanliness exercise than the randomest post that I have ever written; to regain my lost 'spark' (I am still convinced I had one!!) and henceforth continue to entertain and enlighten my audience with my posts as ever before.. Brace yourselves and enjoy the ride!!
Taking stock of the situation and retrospecting the past 3 months, the ordeal found its roots in Germany. My first overseas trip which apart from letting my ordeal grow forced me come to terms with some discarded, forgotten and mostly unknown practices like punctuality ( I had to refer to get the correct spelling!!). A completely ridiculous practice where a couple (two precisely..) of minutes off track immediately makes you 20 minutes ahead of schedule. If punctuality is one sickening thing.. there is Traffic which could not get any worse.. surprisingly Germans take traffic and discipline in the same breath (and they are not profoundly fond of antonyms) .. chaos, the rule of our roads is something you immediately begin to crave for once you call it truce with punctuality and commute along with the public transportation... and where are the potholes and speed-breakers hiding?? why are they ashamed to be on the roads.. As a pedestrian accustomed to living on the edge, the least you can conveniently expect is a vehicle or two zip past by oblivious to your existence.. but in this looney land when a pedestrian accidently treads on to the road on a wrong signal, the commuter along with the rest of the country comes to an abrupt halt.. everything comes to a standstill and the clock would only resume ticking once the alien now startled pedestrian plays along all the notes of the striped piano-like crossing...
If this could be termed Utopian, then the people of Germany, their delightful wooden homes with pleasing lawns, the scenic pathways and vibrant colors throwed everywhere with the finesse of an artist, look like the characters and stories jumping right out of a fairytale... Beauty so placid yet overwhelming to the extent of pissing you off.. because such beauty can only be imagined or dreamt of and its hard to believe such imaginations taking tangible forms and playing in front of your eyes.. As and when your senses get acquainted to such staggering beauty, Germany pulls another rabbit out of the hat dwarfing the senses with dazzling display of wonders..
Exciting the senses, pumping vigour became the order of the day.. day in, day out, weekday, weekends and on one such lively weekend I crossed borders into the land of cultures.. city of history and romance.......
watch this space for more...
