Writing

The beautiful thing about writing is that I can do it anywhere. I can’t dance everywhere, I can’t sing everywhere. There are very few things one can do everywhere.  But writing is always a part of me, it is with me, wherever I go, whatever do, it remains with me.

I once wrote in my sleep. I typed out entire paragraphs, created a story in my dreams. Of course I couldn’t remember most of it upon awaking. Except that it was an erotic story. Soft-core Porn.

The wonderful thing about writing, about all art, is that anything can get you going. Absolutely anything. Words from a mouth or in a book. Leaves rustling on trees. Shadows of raindrops across your window that the streetlamps cast on your thigh  as you are driven in a car. A cool breeze that brings your attention to the sudden, chilly dampness of perspiration and gives you gooseflesh. A kid on a train. A walk. A jog. A song. Just. About. Anything. Endless possibilities. Absolutely everything has the potential to bring you joy – simply because you have the capacity to create it. I love that about it. You don’t have to wait for it. It sneaks up on you. Catches you unawares. In mid-flight. Like you were coursing through air, and suddenly a breeze jolts you up through the clouds, and you will now see things differently. It’s the most wonderful feeling on earth.

And once it happens, once you get going, it’s almost as if you would never stop. At times, when I write, I feel like my hands don’t move fast enough to keep up with the sheer speed of my thoughts. It’s as if they are racing with my mind. It is the most beautiful feeling because everything is so clear. I know exactly what I want to do next, and I’m going to do exactly that, because there just isn’t any other thing that could be done right now. There is no other word that could replace this one. No other way this sentence could be written. No other meaning than what this paragraph contains. And I know this. I know this, because I created this. And this is exactly what I wanted to create. This is the joy of certainty. The power of control. At this moment, when I write, I am invincible.

And so I love it. I love that this is something that I can do. That I am. That is part of me. That is with me, every day & every night. Like a drug that courses through one’s veins. Only you fuel the drug as much as the drug fuels you. To the point where you don’t know where the drug ends, and you begin.

 

 

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Creation v/s Imagination

I read a bit of Harry Potter today. Well, actually, I listened to it, as my brother was reading. And I found it to be so pointless. I read this book when I was maybe in college, and I went on to read the other 5 books as well. At the time, it seemed pretty interesting. But now, they make no sense whatsoever. This change in opinion, has come to apply not just to the HP series, but to all books in the fantasy genre. I have also come to understand that fantasy as a genre makes no sense whatsoever. This understanding was the result of about an hour of indulgence in a soliloquoy, which if witnessed, might become the basis of assumptions of mental instability. Considering that, it is going to take me a lot of effort to try and patiently put my thoughts into words. However, I will try and present my arguments against the fantasy genre of literature.The crux of this argument is imagination v/s creation. The former is what fantasies evolve from, or are created from. Indeed, J.K. Rowling seems to have a HUGE capacity for it, and so did J.R.R. Tolkein. The latter is what art, science, and essentially, everything of any consequence to man evolves from. Man survived, and continues to do so because of his ability to create. Writing, like other arts, is also a result of man’s ability to create, or his creativity. What the fantasy genre does, is reduces this process of creating, or man’s ability to create into a whimsical act often quite chaotic, having no implication and more importantly, no reason.

When one creates, one makes something out of something; not nothing. Creation requires basic raw material. In the case where the object of creation is intangible, it requires raw material in the form of thought, concepts and ideas. These thoughts, concepts and ideas also, cannot be created out of nothing — they need to have a solid basis in reality, they need to be justified, and most importantly, they need to be flawless. Thus, creation, at all times requires building up from a foundation of well-thought out, flawless premises and with a clear, unambiguous and unique objective. Take examples of absolutely any object of creation and you will realise this is the only way the process works. The process of creation, thus, requires certain parameters, definitions, a purpose, and most importantly an irrefutable reason as to why the creation must occur in the first place.

Take imagination on the other hand.  To ‘imagine’ is to create an image in one’s mind. Of what? Absolutely anything! Since it’s just an image, it requires to reason for its existence, it requires no objective, no parameters, and needs no definitions. Since its existence is devoid of any purpose, it has no implication, so there is no compelling reason as to why the image exists or why it doesn’t. Since it has no parameters, or objective, it is built on absolutely no premises, and thus has no direction. It can go wherever it wants, no patterns to follow, since there is no direction. An example of this is Harry Potter, and just about every other book that was based on fantasy. The book’s content could go almost anywhere. If the content were left unfinished, almost anyone would be able to finish it, since it would require nothing more than just a wild goose chase after random imagery. Since almost anyone could finish the content, or write one — the book no longer is an expression of the author’s ideas, it no longer has a central idea which is the author’s own and essentially the author isn’t writing it because he has something to say, but because he wants to say SOMETHING.

This entire argument is based on the presupposition that creation is superior to imagination. After the above explanation, my reasons for this become obvious, as does the fact in itself.