A blind date

I stare at the keyboard,it looks like a piece of luscious cake waiting to be devoured and yet, it stays there, stoic and solid oblivious of the fact that it is going to be greedily pressed in to output gazillions of thoughts by the intelligentsia of the society. 

I have always had this perpetual problem while writing and I wonder if other writers suffer from this supposedly dangerous 'to-be-labeled' syndrome.  When I begin to write, I have a multitude of thoughts scoring against each other to reach the notepad and it creates an overwhelming urge to feel the keys in the keyboard, to hear that non-stop clicking sound that instills an imaginary proudness of being a fast 'qwerty-typer'.

As my finger tips reach the keyboard, the playground of keys that has been impassive for so long suddenly looks like it has sprung back to a solid state of senses, the thoughts that were crossing into each other so hurriedly have just vanished like  roads drying up in Chennai in the blink of an eye after a pleasant summery rain.

I look at the keyboard with a feeling of disgust.It has ruined my thoughts,my way of expressing my space where I exist and the imaginary proudness that had been building up within me.

I again wait for the numerous thoughts to compartmentalize and come out in an ordered form.

The waiting period is long and arduous.Thoughts are like people.A single thought that has been solidly formed loves to poke and prod into other thoughts,mix and match with them,analyze their process flow and finally forget its own flow of action.When all thoughts follow the same course of action,a feeling of nothingness is created in your mind.

 The nothingness has already been created and I start staring at the notepad for a change.I have heard that looking at white space can boost your energy levels and I start analyzing if the white space in notepad can trigger my thoughts and its backup of memories.Memories can be categorized into two - the kind that makes us feel connected,that brings a smile on our  tight-lipped faces when we revisit them,that makes us forget our trivial everyday chaos and relax a bit.The other kind tends to rewind those little aches in our heart and smoothens them every time we try to revisit them.

White works wonders on me.I look at it and I suddenly feel my thoughts are beginning to lose its fluidity and now when my finger tips reach the keys,the solid thoughts come out one by one like a neatly ordered stack of newspapers ( I hate unordered and crushed ones) without any free collisions.I am beginning to thank notepad profusely for reliving me from the indignant aversion that had been piling up against the 'blackie'.(I mean the black keyboard here.I'm surprised that a keyboard is beginning to deform me into a racist.)

I am a strong believer of words and a logophile. I love to experiment with words,witness the facial expressions that people show when they talk words that they don't comprehend or a gleeful smirk that some of them  show when they use a  word that none can comprehend.

As I start experimenting with the words, an innate joy builds up in me and I can feel the words shaping up into bubbles of action waiting to be pricked or blown up.

Being with words doesn't make you feel lonely at all.It makes you feel content in silence and happy in expression.

Words have power...A  world of existence or a war of destruction resides in a word.

I continue experimenting with them till the last sentence and once I'm done with it, I can see the diplomacy that notepad has attempted to maintain between the words and my mind ignoring the spelling mistakes,formatting errors and additionally there are no red curvy lines spilled all over my document.

The blind date with words is done for the day!!!