"Ippo ennai pannae poraennu theriale, but, naalaikkulae oru mudivu eduthirvaen". Sigh. This is just what I needed right now. A friend talking about his decision-making skills among many other things, but, that is what I recall and remember from our conversation. How difficult can it be to make a decision ? What are the factors that affects one from making a decision ? Confused ?
For no apparent reason, I was non-committal on coming back to writing online. That. There lies my problem. Not the latter one, but, the former. "For no apparent reason". I want to write. But, I am not writing. Cannot. I have not shown my work to anybody. I should show it to somebody. I cant show my work to just Anybody. And, I am not showing it. Why ? Shy ? Scared ?
Yes. I have been accused of not being open to everybody and every situation I face. I have been accused of putting those little "things" into a corner of mind. What happens when a river changes its course ? What happens when something influences itself over the change of the river course ? There is a difference.
Little Child: *Biting the food from the fork, munches on*
Little Child: Why do people die?
Elder: *Perplexed**Drinks water*
Elder: People die when they get old or when fall very ill.
Little Child: Do all people die ?
Elder: Yes.
Little Child: Our cat ?
Elder: Yes.
Little Child: You ?
Elder: Yes.
Little Child: Me ?
Elder: *pauses* Yes.
Little Child: So, Dad didnt go away. He just died, right ?
Tak. Tak. Tak. Close door. Close door. Open door.
Me: Now, what is the little child actually eating ? Did you think about that ? Rice ? Biryani ? Nah .., Since, it is written as "biting the food", it must be meat ? Chicken ? NOW, WHY THE HELL DOES IT MATTER IF IT IS ANYTHING ? HE IS BITING HIS FOOD OFF A FORK BECAUSE YOU WROTE IT LIKE THAT AND NOT ANY OTHER WAY? GET BACK TO WRITING FROM WHERE YOU LEFT IT. What will the Elder say now to the Little Child ?
*shudder**forgot* Tak. Close door.
Publish. Save. *Close tab*.
Publish. *Close tab*.
Publish. *Close tab*.
Publish.
*Close tab*.
Publish.
*Close tab*.
Publish.
*Close tab*
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For no apparent reason, I was non-committal on coming back to writing online. That. There lies my problem. Not the latter one, but, the former. "For no apparent reason". I want to write. But, I am not writing. Cannot. I have not shown my work to anybody. I should show it to somebody. I cant show my work to just Anybody. And, I am not showing it. Why ? Shy ? Scared ?
Yes. I have been accused of not being open to everybody and every situation I face. I have been accused of putting those little "things" into a corner of mind. What happens when a river changes its course ? What happens when something influences itself over the change of the river course ? There is a difference.
Little Child: *Biting the food from the fork, munches on*
Little Child: Why do people die?
Elder: *Perplexed**Drinks water*
Elder: People die when they get old or when fall very ill.
Little Child: Do all people die ?
Elder: Yes.
Little Child: Our cat ?
Elder: Yes.
Little Child: You ?
Elder: Yes.
Little Child: Me ?
Elder: *pauses* Yes.
Little Child: So, Dad didnt go away. He just died, right ?
Tak. Tak. Tak. Close door. Close door. Open door.
Me: Now, what is the little child actually eating ? Did you think about that ? Rice ? Biryani ? Nah .., Since, it is written as "biting the food", it must be meat ? Chicken ? NOW, WHY THE HELL DOES IT MATTER IF IT IS ANYTHING ? HE IS BITING HIS FOOD OFF A FORK BECAUSE YOU WROTE IT LIKE THAT AND NOT ANY OTHER WAY? GET BACK TO WRITING FROM WHERE YOU LEFT IT. What will the Elder say now to the Little Child ?
*shudder**forgot* Tak. Close door.
Publish. Save. *Close tab*.
Publish. *Close tab*.
Publish. *Close tab*.
Publish.
*Close tab*.
Publish.
*Close tab*.
Publish.
*Close tab*
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