When I compose I write somewhere in the middle of an almost blank notebbok. And yes my notebooks are usually blank because i love erasing what I write. Its nasty and a flawed process but I feel it catalyzes the newness in ideas. Ideas are most celebrated by blank brain and paper.
I love to write when its dark or when it rains or when the world acts to be still. It gives me a feeling that the world is waiting for my words (its good to flatter yourself in this mean world). It makes me write like a child. Like a little child who simultaneously looks at her watch and the paper in the last few seconds of the examination hour. This sort of self-constructed stillness inspires. It gives you time to deconstruct and reconstruct when you write.
But I don't love the words that I write. I wish I had a thought pen or something like that where I could register all the swimming ideas. Because I hate words and what I hate more is the crafting process. I love the crudeness of thoughts. Words simply puncture the beauty of the raw.
For example (i have a habit of giving example coz i feel that people made me understand science this way.. so it must be the best way available). Coming back to the example:
A guy is looking at a really stunning girl (a Megan Fox or sumthn). Looking at her majestic, inspiring, supergorgeous beauty. (U know what I mean.. we're talking shallow here). There's an instant unstoppable train of thoughts that starts. You think about the girl. About yourself. About you and the girl. About how she's out of your damn league. Who all are actually in your league. About how hot girls don't always fall for gorgeous men so may be
you've got a chance. There's no bloody brake in this train of thoughts and there shouldn't be. You want to hit the pervert track. You hit it. And hit it hard. AND NOW writing this little tale of random pervertism is like.. Your mom asking you "What are you thinking my little boy."
DAMN I HATE WORDS.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
AUTO-MOTIVE
Sometimes try flipping pages of a kind of magazine you’d never read and surprise yourself with the existence of an entirely alien world. For a girl like me this literary Pluto would be an Automobile magazine.
I recently read some stale editions of AUTOCAR not out of choice for sure but as a research work for (stories later). And I was an illiterate passerby in this motor world. I understood just one percent of the horsepower, mileage and torque science. But I think I cracked the code of the word science that goes behind advertizing a car or a bike. What Car buffs do to these magazines is….
They mystify facts and figures . For instance some automobile column reads: “Think car parts are ugly, oily, and dirty? They are. That’s why we love them.” Statements like these do not state anything but only leave you thinking about the stuff you’d never get to know. They simply confuse coz they are meant to do that because they believe “Cars are beloveds.. if you don’t understand its love. BUZZ OFF”
The language used in these columns aims to blow life into the metal. Which cannot happen if you don’t want it to happen. Example again: ” Mercedes says: LOOK AT ME I”VE MADE IT.. IT’S MINE MINE MINE.” Well I would just call it some cheese of humanly attitude over the bread of market rationality. OK. metaphor overdose.
Tell the man that the car is out of his league and he’d follow and fantasize it like a dog. It works with women and so does with cars.
Talk in euphemisms and metaphors. The car is considered intelligent if you have to re-read the tagline to understand. And if you don’t the mystery continues. But would 40 lakhs car sell for euphemisms? But its just an escape from teaching car-science on screen. And the ad doctors know it all. Anything for visibility.
But the MYSTIFICATION continues.
I recently read some stale editions of AUTOCAR not out of choice for sure but as a research work for (stories later). And I was an illiterate passerby in this motor world. I understood just one percent of the horsepower, mileage and torque science. But I think I cracked the code of the word science that goes behind advertizing a car or a bike. What Car buffs do to these magazines is….
They mystify facts and figures . For instance some automobile column reads: “Think car parts are ugly, oily, and dirty? They are. That’s why we love them.” Statements like these do not state anything but only leave you thinking about the stuff you’d never get to know. They simply confuse coz they are meant to do that because they believe “Cars are beloveds.. if you don’t understand its love. BUZZ OFF”
The language used in these columns aims to blow life into the metal. Which cannot happen if you don’t want it to happen. Example again: ” Mercedes says: LOOK AT ME I”VE MADE IT.. IT’S MINE MINE MINE.” Well I would just call it some cheese of humanly attitude over the bread of market rationality. OK. metaphor overdose.
Tell the man that the car is out of his league and he’d follow and fantasize it like a dog. It works with women and so does with cars.
Talk in euphemisms and metaphors. The car is considered intelligent if you have to re-read the tagline to understand. And if you don’t the mystery continues. But would 40 lakhs car sell for euphemisms? But its just an escape from teaching car-science on screen. And the ad doctors know it all. Anything for visibility.
But the MYSTIFICATION continues.
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