True Calling?

It happened so swiftly that it almost went unnoticed. Another boring professor walked out of the class, as I was stifling a characteristic yawn, after successfully teaching the whiteboard 'lagrangians equation of force' and other such obscene topics', and someone from what it seemed a mile out in the front row groaned, "Oh its communications module up next!"

For the first time, my senses seemed to clear out of what seemed to be eternal slumber, and I sat up almost interested in what was in store. I think it should be here that I state I am a First year Engineering student, doing a Bachelors degree in Technology(BTech), studying Information Technology(IT). And the only time my eyes clam open willingly is when I hear of Communications class, or "same old English class all over again" to the engineers out there. I seem to agree on that point though, am not much interested in the various barriers of communication, or how a resume is different from a memo,but the very fact that this is one class where I can fully express myself is a pleasant change.

At so as the professor started off her lecture, it was to my greatest surprise that I actually was following every word of what she was saying. This was unnerving!

Also, I was one of very few who obliged her plea to keep it an interactive session. It was a nice change to be able to supply something that was not 'utter bullshit' for a change. The class was enjoyable, and I got into a nice lengthy argument with the professor,towards the end, and much to my delight she seemed to give in.

It was quite after that when I got home and thought about it that it hit me. I was a fcuking Engineering student and the only class which appealed to me was English?! Was I on such a different career path? Off course I had taken up Engineering only because at that time it seemed to me that it was the fastest route to a decent paying job. But at what cost?

Was I willing to give up on the only thing which I was comfortable at for something alien to me? Yeah, I had managed well in the sciences till 12th grade, but was i willing to follow it up, just coz' I wanted a fat paying job? Didn't the class in the morning prove to me that I was much more at home talking about 'Frost' and 'Hardy' rather than ponder upon how Engineering Mechanics and Engineering Physics were actually two different modules and not the same thing at all?!

There Is No Stopping Me !

Its 4am.And there is silence all around. as i sit here. in this dark room. the only source of light being the monitor of my ageing pc. I sit back. and try to capture nocturnal creatures at their work. But the only sound i register is the snores coming from the adjacent room. And as i sit here typing away the keystrokes strike a fine melancholy.It has been a long time since i fell in love with typing on the keyboard. a long time indeed...off course my vocabulary has since changed from a mere syllables to a little more refined art. To me words are my colors. And i am an artist. Some say a little more of sophistication on my part shall enrich my creative writing. I however, believe that in simplicity lies the mastery. For long have i seen literary pieces being appreciated because of the flowery language and the poetry resonating from those multi-syllable words. Which leaves me flabbergasted (this by the way is one of very few long wordsthat i have taken liking to) simply because of the fact that one cannot assume that the reader is of the same or perhaps in some case of a higher intellectual level than himself. Science has proved that in the end all complexities of situations are withered down to simple impulses by the human brain. So why must we strain ourselves in our creative fervor to write in somewhat obnoxious (another of the long but rather cute wordswhich I like) flowery way..One must ask himself as to why all scientific theorems and even civil rules and regulations are kept as clear of flowery poetic language as possible because in the end its not for the others that we write. It's for us. And would we not agree that although poetry has the romantic appeal to us, we would much rather read texts written in simple language. This topic is such and so full of contradictions that one tends to lose track of his argument, but I must lay stress on the self-questioning part. i.e. what would we prefer to read in scientific journals or legal documents.or for that matter pieces of literature? Would the answer not be simple yet elegant pieces of writing or would it be multi-syllable words splashed all across giving the text poetic tinge indeed but making it rather cumbersome (yet another one) to comprehend. As for literature well for those enthusiasts doing their doctorates in literature I have only one thing to say. Everything you write is not your thesis, not your semester paper so please abstain from the usage of sophisticated words.

Words Are All I Have ..

An impending chemistry test and the following misery has left me no choice but to sit here again and do what I do best-- tap the keyboard as if my life depended on it!
For those who are keen movie buffs and who have seen the movie "Finding Forrester", which is a personal favorite, the advice the character of William Forrester, played by Sean Connery, gives to the young aspiring author telling him that the first step towards attaining the necessary 'flow of thoughts' is to just "sit and type" should be familiar.
I, personally find this piece of advice very true and the sound of the keys being struck resonate through my senses as the piece just 'flows' out. I must admit that there is very little hand-eye coordination involved when I am sitting at the keyboard. I sometimes just close my eyes and type. Off course with the rise of 'instant messaging' and 'scrapping' the formation of the words have taken a ghastly turn. Sometimes I feel disgusted at having purposely left out the vowels in my sentences to make them shorter. But then again as I sit and think, which by the way is a thing I do a lot, I realize that accuracy and speed are very much like momentum and position in "Pauli's Exclusion Principle" i.e. one can only be perfected at the cost of the other. It is at these times that I lament on the decline of the traditional writing of letters and even recently mailing. These have been replaced by "chatting" either on the phone or through the various messengers that have come up. Only the other day I was told that it is worthwhile to log in to yahoo messenger and chat with 'buddies' who are online. It is apparently time saving as one can converse in a normal manner without resorting to the complexities of weaving thoughts and emotions into a letter. I agree that this kind of communication has its pro's but the old order of sending and receiving letters, which answered so many questions at once, is a class apart. Belonging to the new generation that has styled themselves as 'Gen-X' I too am a part of the ever rising number of people jumping into the bandwagon. While I admit that the new age norms of chatting is so inviting with features ranging from animated emoticons that convey a lot of emotions (they say a picture speaks a thousand words but an animated one conveys a lot more) I still have the time and longing to sit and type and carry on the tradition (if it might amount to that). But I have one fatal flaw which holds me back from posting my articles in some blog sites or publishing them in magazines is my tendency to drift. I have yet to master the technique to channelize my thoughts to one isolated topic without which I end up boring the reader (mostly the part of the reader is played by me) which results in me 'binning' my precious works as worthless. Of late, however, my writing has in some insane way intrigued a person who wishes to read more. Therefore, keeping that request in mind, dear reader I am torturing you to read what I like to call—just another excuse to type 'shit'(forgive the swearing but it was most apt for the phrase).