Thinkliquid

Thinkliquid
What would you think if you came across these words (as i did on an official document)? Ignore them and continue whatever you were doing? Or pause for a moment and do exactly that? Think liquid.
I had no choice. My mind built a beautiful panorama for me in which words and images came together.
Images of liquid. thundering, cascading down waterfalls. dripping into containers drop by drop. glopping against the walls of its confines. sloshing into a tub. pattering as rain drops against a window-pane. lapping at your feet as small waves on a beach. going down your throat to wet a parched land. swishing into high arcs as you drove through puddles on the road. creating a wall around you as you took a nose-dive on a water-ride.
Words describing liquid. splash. froth. fizz. moisten. gurgle. trickle. gush. effervesce. bubble.
And along with these came evocative sounds. Ranging from the near-silent to the near-deafening. from those which you could be forgiven for thinking you had imagined them to those unimaginably loud. Little ‘pichik-pichik’ sounds made by your wet sandals in the rains. the roar made by river-rapids over which you couldnt hear anyone without shouting.
And the smells. of dry earth soaking up the rains. of dried leaves falling into clean, fresh streams. the fragrance of scented oils.
And so much more, i haven’t words enough for all of it.
Me, i have a love affair with water.

Much ado about nothing

You’d have thought starting a blog is as easy as pie (eating it, not making it). I’d say you were right. It’s the continuing of it that’s difficult. If I had a penny for the number of times I have sat down to write something only to give it up, I’d be rich. If I were in the UK, that is. Pennies don’t count for much in this country. End result? I’m neither rich nor writing. I can now understand what writers mean when they say they have to submit a weekly article and the words just won’t flow. No, don’t ask me how I know any writers.

To put my dilemma across more clearly, here’s a list of topics I thought I’d write on today –

•  the weather outside (very cold)

•  the (rather delayed) spring(?) cleaning(??) I commenced.

•  how boring it is to stay alone (a lot)

•  a review of a movie I watched (not a bad one)

And you can thank your stars I didn’t choose any of the above. I don’t possess either the flair for writing to make these mundane topics even vaguely interesting, nor the self-deluding ability to think that I do. And I don’t know whose loss I regret more.

What I chose to write about instead, is nothing. As you can probably see.

And now that I have put pen to paper about pretty much nothing at all, I am wondering how to finish it. You can’t truly finish what you never really started.

So I think I’ll just leave it hanging. Maybe to be continued at some later point in time, when I am still stuck for things to write. 

The anniversary

Its been a year now since i have been away from home, or in the US to be exact. Got the feeling should commemorate this in some way. Its not exactly something to be celebrated as such, still.
This wasn’t really the first time i was away. Had stayed out for some  months in the past year, but that was so near home, i would pop down every weekend. Didn’t really feel like ‘away’, to be honest. And then when the time came to go back home for good, i remember thinking – ‘That’s it. i am not going away anywhere again for a long time.’ Funny how Fate has a way of hearing things you’d rather keep to yourself. Murphy’s in action i guess. Anyway, end result being, me off with bag and baggage to Uncle Sam’s land.And now….it’s one year down the line. Have been through the good, bad, and i guess, the ugly. Don’t really know how i have changed in that time, or if i have changed at all. if its been for better or for worse. if i have grown more independent from staying alone, or more mature, or more confident, or…Not to say its been all bad though. Family can never be replaced, but there are some substitutions which come close. Good roommates help, and, touch wood, i am blessed with some really good ones. And there was always someone around to help me when i needed it. And have visited places and done fun things with friends too.All in all, a year to look back on and think. And wonder what the next will bring.

Random thoughts

Seen friendships wither away like beautiful flowers which haven’t been watered for long. Even seen some hibernate, no contact at all, but when the people in question meet again, the intervening years blow away like a wisp of smoke. You are right back where you were, and no awkwardness or formalities. And then saw a new type recently. Friendships dying blatantly on you. Mocking you, laughing at you. Daring you to do something to save them. Makes you think, are you supposed to save them? Do they want to be saved? The question is moot. If they did, it would hurt, the fact that they are dying on you. But where there’s no feeling, only a numbness – nay, not even that. Numbness is a feeling too – well, what do you do? Methinks, look at it mocking you, and when its done, go  write an obituary.