Things Creative Souls do apart from writing

   I have been on a blog-reading and tweeting spree lately. Of course, I should have been writing this blog(of late, this has been a neglected space), and exercising my creative juices.

    Point is, I have been doing the otherwise. And here I am, back to 'Ad new post.' So I decided to share this graphic, regarding the things that actually distract the Creative souls from doing their work.

   

The Genuine humor

    How do people write truly humorous stuff? I might add that I laugh quite easily, but still, you could make my humor count.

   I have always believed that humor should be taken in a pure and fun form. And for me, it's like the greatest gift from God. One needs to laugh, because it never hurts. Of course, I have come across a lot of people who have mastered the skill of creating quality-class humor.

    Nothing is as enchanting as good humor. What is brings forth is golden laughter, something that has to be cherished.

     I feel awed by people who have this ability to create infectious humor.

Damn it, mosquitoes

    Darn it, I can't stay here any moment longer. Oh, these mosquitoes!

     They move fro like professional long jumpers and successfully enter my abode. At this point, you're probably thinking that my 'abode' is near the pond. No, it isn't. And the irony is that, just like the FBI, they collect information too. Yes, with intelligence agencies.  When I was sitting on my chair, staring at the computer screen, they tried to place themselves on my body, and I heard something like Frmmm....Frmmm.

     I tried moving in a different direction too, but it followed me wherever I went. In short, it stuck to me. Just like a parasite. And soon enough, the mosquito revealed the eagerness to suck tasty blood.

      By now, a rage caught me and I was in damage mode. I wanted to rip apart their fluttering wings and if their dead body could have been of any use to the ants.

      I immediately bought a mosquito coil; and thus, I have finished my post. Their sound never to be heard again. At least, for now. 

Mr.Humble

    I'm sure you too accept your own labels, keeping in mind certain self-accepted notions. Some might by imposed by others too. People's ideas as to who we are. And while some of these imposed-ideas could be permissible, some are flat-out.

   I ask all this because I contemplate on this daily. Some people refer to me as 'Giver of Sarcasm.' Not that I reject it, but I honestly don't prefer embracing mockery. Yes, it might be of my most obvious(say, 95%) traits, but at other times, I want to be kind too.

   The reason I started these thoughts into my mind is that I've stepped into another role; a new label.  Blogger-and writer. For one, I truly admire words.

    There is something distinctively magical I find in all words. The way they evoke emotions, thoughts, feelings, actions and reactions. At least, the only such other thing in life is music. At least to me.

    Words. Are. Powerful. And putting them down isn't a job to be taken lightly either.  In most cases, I mean.
   
    And yes, even as I let my keyboard loose while putting down these thoughts, I'm marveling at the significance of words. 

The April Fool's Day

  Was getting bored last night..So I did what I do best: Log on to Blogger and Twitter at the same time, and hope that sleep would find me soon.

   And it turned out it was April Fool's day..not telling 'whatever it means.' I mean, I've never found the origin of this day.

   And my timeline and Home were flooded with people's desperate attempts to crack a prank on friends. It was quite funny, and satirical at the same time.

   I too joined the race. I tried playing a prank on my Twituniverse friend..but it turned out my friend was well versed with April Fool's Day.

    I miss the good old days when every prank was supposed to be epic.

    This day is trully foolish.

    So I woke up this morning and quite paranoid about everything. Don't expect me to take to pranks lightly.

    So how the day for you people? Hope you made a good prank. Or did you end up being the fool yourself?

That rectangle shape

     That awkward thing you have to do to get the blanket in the right way.
  
       During my childhood, I fondly remember, I found it strange that there was a shoe specifically designed for each foot. Why couldn't the left shoe fit on the right foot?  Gradually, I started thinking about other things too. And realised that many things don't make sense.

       For one, beds are usually shaped like rectangles. Why must sheets and blankets be shaped this way too? Maybe it looks better? But I guess blanket designers need to keep in mind he benefit of the person, not the bed.

       Suppose it's a cold night and wake up feeling cold in your legs. You try to cover the whole body by adjusting the blanket over your legs. Now you do a kick-thing to get it the correct way. So why can't have be square-shaped or even circular blankets? It would be worth it.

       

The online life

  Isn't it kind of passe that one wants to spend the whole life on the Internet these days- Facebook, Twitter, and the other army of social networking sites that get updated every second by people. And guess what, people lap it up too.
 
    I don't understand the way people think their lives are historical, that they share every single moment of it; most of them useless updates to be frank. What, are they waiting for some historian to look up their electronic diary?

   Well, I guess it's the will to communicate.

    I like the way people present a specific though, opinion or idea in the form of a tweet or a blog post, as long as its sane enough to be read. That said, I have read some wonderful things on the net as well as some bad things. It all, comes down to the writing.

   Finally, I hope this ain't something hat hard-hitting. No, I haven't intended it to be. Just the fuelled ramblings of a man.
 
   

Stats

    Search engines are odd things sometimes. I logged on this evening to read a comment by someone who actually comments (I really do appreciate that), and saw an odd blip in my stat-o-meter. More people had viewed my blog in an hour, than during the previous five or so days combined. I clicked for more info (isn’t it amazing that even lazy non-programmers can do things like this, and for free, too?); they were mostly from the United Arab Emirates and interested in Palmyra. Apparently the town is under siege in the sort of civil war thing that’s going on? I didn’t know that before. Well… I’m sorry to hear that (and, in retrospect, not so very surprised, since that was where they said the people in the area had moved to and set up camp when at war with the French). The things one can learn from following odd stats pattern on their blogs…

Surreality

A title of titles, like, to end them.

    Writing entries is by and large a breeze for me. The words tend to flow readily, as if they’ve been scrabbling at the gate that is my fingertips and waiting to be set free.
 
    Clicking “Publish” is another matter. By contrast to the writing, that seemingly small step can take me days to complete.

      Somewhere between these two tasks on the effort-required spectrum is titling my posts. It wasn’t always something I thought about. At the beginning, oh so many months ago*, I’d slap on the first accurate title that sprang to mind. Happily, these mostly didn’t result in titles like “Today is Thursday” or “Rocks are Pretty.”

     There have occasional lame titles, but nothing too bad to rant about here.

      And yes, i must add that this post had been sitting in the draft folder for six weeks! Like Monday's email cleanup, i had let go of this one.

      And yes, recently I have been active on Twitter, and mastered the ability to condense thoughts into 140 characters. And hence, the title.