down-n-up the memory lane..

So, I guess it is high time I admit that I have run out of all possibly plausible and enchanting stuffs to write about. And this goes on a long way to explain my abstinence from by two blogs, which were created with loads of love and even inaugurated with a certain degree of enthusiastic passion, which could well have qualified as the epitome of my expressives!

But all said and done, during all this time of my abstinence, I was figuring out the exact reason for the same. Though I’m not cent per cent sure as to pin-point it to be THE reason, but I can safely assume it to be one of the reasons. Definitely.

Of late, I have come across quite some people who have been bestowing praises, almost lavishly, to some extent, on me for the way and the things I write. Or, to be more precise, (as the Thompson-with a ‘p’, as in a ‘popcorn’-would have said) the stuffs that they come across on my blog(s). And so now, time for a moment of truth. Admittedly, this is not the first time that I’ve taken to the pen and paper. My mamma had chanced upon my scribbling as early as when I was a 1^st grader. And, to my sheer horror and utter embarrassment, she had managed to ‘rescue’ those pieces of crap from being lost in the oblivion, to eventually tell me about them! Imagine the look of my face then. This interface doesn’t allow me to share facial expressions, or else, you would have been definitely treated to some “treats”! but, as it is clearly evident, even then and those days, kid I may have been, but sense prevailed to keep those stuffs stashed away in some unassuming corner of the drawer—away form any prying eyes. I wanted to keep them safe. “exotic” appealed to me, even then. And that was something I was really inclined upon, and I wanted it to be a part of even my crap pieces.

But that was then. Unfortunately, or fortunately, this started coming to the fore. And eventually was brought to the notice of “people”. So, it was established that I can write decently. Though, even then, I had managed to keep one thing safe from those prying eyes. They still didn’t know, that I maintained a parallel world of my own. Where it was just me, and my thoughts and some random papers! But alas, like Dennis had once (so rightly) proclaimed—“you can fool all of the people some of the time, and some of the people all of the time, but you can never fool MOM”—this held true even for my case. That one small note, which mamma had chanced upon during one of her cleaning drives, was enough to tell her and let her know of the existence of my parallel world. Though, I must give her all the credits, never did she ever try to catch a glimpse of it. She was always contended with the knowledge that she possessed regarding it.

So, if you ask, what suddenly made all these secretive activities finally coming to the fore? Well, it’s quite simple. A glass will spill the excess water, anyway. It doesn’t really have to have a crack in it. So, that is exactly what happened to me (though, I leave it on your discretion to decide upon the glass, and the water, including the make of the glass, the shape, the colour, and all the rudimentarily important details!). Solitude has a significantly great part to play in this. Because, the first ‘outburst’ happened during my undergrad days in Presidency, away from my “comfort zone” in an alien land. And it was in the form of a verse, on the cover page of a book that was a present to a dear friend, who is one of those people, who can weave magic with words. And, that was it! I implored with him to keep it as a secret. He did. But eventually, I guess, my “roobishes” seemed to have a mind of their own.

Not much of damage was done to the “secret” in the remaining days of mine in Presidency. And by then, I was somewhat confident enough to allow certain peeks into my parallel world. And so, the audience grew in number, though still, highly restrictive in attendance!

I was prodded by couple of “audiences” to go “virtual”. I didn’t. Because, confident I might have been, but the very thought that my “parallel world” would lose its “exotic” appeal was petrifying as even a thought to me! I passed that thought and suggestions. Turned a deaf ear. Always. And I was content! (Don’t really know, still, to this date, whether it had anything to do with happiness.)

And then somehow, just like that, on one fine day, I wake up and decide to make a window to my parallel world. And I know that I was happy. And surprised too, because, what so many people’s persuasion couldn’t do, that one person’s statement did. And so, it flourished. This time, out of its hiding. And yet, as I had always feared, it didn’t lose its “exotic” appeal.

And I’m sure, all this while you are still wondering what happened to the initial point of discussion. Well, coming back to that now. I had a lay-off of some sorts from “writing”. And that was because I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed, by all the things which I read, written by certain people. Made me feel insignificant, when I even thought of getting hold of my “pen and paper”. And that was it. And that IS it.

And so, now the obvious question—what made me to get rid of the “insignificance”? Just that warm smile and “love” from my clone. Yes.