Again it is been a long time since I penned a few lines in this space. I am kind of busy these days knowing a new culture and going back to the basic philosophy of this blog, I write only for my pleasure. I do have some readers and I thank them for their occasional tidbit of wisdom and suggestions.
Earlier, writing had been a much easier exercise. As soon as I got into my work place i.e. language lab I had the time and space to scribble my thoughts. Those days are gone I think. Life is harder when it comes to blogging. I have to come to an internet café and key in these words. Language lab was the beginning – easy and cool and it gave me enough space to get started. I would have written more than 100 blogs seated inside language lab. So, the honeymoon is over and now is the time to actually get into the act of real blogging. There are challenges everywhere and I am stirred by the actual need to write something. This time I am investing a small amount to write my blogs (surfing charges).
Being in a land away from home is a definitely new experience and the little writer in me is constantly haunted by scenes and sights which translate itself into words and sentences. Since I go out for evening walks everyday (sometimes alone, sometimes with some company) I feel the writer in me coming to life.
One of the things which really grabbed my attention is about the plight of the older or elderly generation of this country. I see them in street corners, in expensive cars staring outside with a enigmatic expression on their face, and sometimes in the company of other oldies. I feel that this elderly group, the so called senior citizens of this country will have a story to tell. About the changes in all walks of life. From the mode of transportation to the change in food habits, they have witnessed it all. They are silent, and they move like shadows in the streets. I feel that the changes have made them muted forever. When I look into their faces I feel that they have stories to tell but who is there to listen to them.
(The inspiration to write this blog came from the sight of an old man seated in the front seat of an expensive car who was looking at me in an earnest way. I found him to be aloof towards what was happening around him. He was just drifting in the heavy flow of life and i am sure that one day he will disappear, unnoticed)
Earlier, writing had been a much easier exercise. As soon as I got into my work place i.e. language lab I had the time and space to scribble my thoughts. Those days are gone I think. Life is harder when it comes to blogging. I have to come to an internet café and key in these words. Language lab was the beginning – easy and cool and it gave me enough space to get started. I would have written more than 100 blogs seated inside language lab. So, the honeymoon is over and now is the time to actually get into the act of real blogging. There are challenges everywhere and I am stirred by the actual need to write something. This time I am investing a small amount to write my blogs (surfing charges).
Being in a land away from home is a definitely new experience and the little writer in me is constantly haunted by scenes and sights which translate itself into words and sentences. Since I go out for evening walks everyday (sometimes alone, sometimes with some company) I feel the writer in me coming to life.
One of the things which really grabbed my attention is about the plight of the older or elderly generation of this country. I see them in street corners, in expensive cars staring outside with a enigmatic expression on their face, and sometimes in the company of other oldies. I feel that this elderly group, the so called senior citizens of this country will have a story to tell. About the changes in all walks of life. From the mode of transportation to the change in food habits, they have witnessed it all. They are silent, and they move like shadows in the streets. I feel that the changes have made them muted forever. When I look into their faces I feel that they have stories to tell but who is there to listen to them.
(The inspiration to write this blog came from the sight of an old man seated in the front seat of an expensive car who was looking at me in an earnest way. I found him to be aloof towards what was happening around him. He was just drifting in the heavy flow of life and i am sure that one day he will disappear, unnoticed)
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