Month: March 2007

Trapped

Trapped

Trapped inside my body
My heart wants to cry

Trapped inside my eyes
My tears have turned dry

Trapped inside my mind
My emotions helplessly lie

Trapped inside my ego
My soul yearns to fly

Trapped inside me
I wish I’d simply die

~© Manoj Khatri~

Bloggers are time travellers

Bloggers are time travellers

Writing is the fourth dimension, I reckon. Isn’t it fascinating that every thought I transform into written text can travel in time and space to reach out to hundreds and thousands of readers across hundreds and thousands of miles? And it is so with every bit of writing—prose or poetry. What we write today can be read just a few moments later or days, months, even years later.

Sometimes I begin to write something and leave it half way. Then, when I return to it months later and find that I am transported back to the time when I first began writing it. You will relate to this if you maintain a daily dairy. Each time you read your diary, you travel back in time as you feel the same feelings, thoughts, and emotions at the time of writing those words down.

Mark Twain wrote more than a hundred years ago. William Shakespeare wrote 500 years ago. But their thoughts, ideas, stories reach us even today. I can visualise Shakespeare, sitting with his quill and parchment, writing Romeo and Juliet, The Comedy of Errors and Hamlet—stories that are timeless and touch the readers of today as much as they did in his time, centuries earlier. Just imagine: the thoughts that were once floating in Shakespeare’s great mind are, breaking all barriers of time and space, now floating in his readers’ minds.

Blogs are a wonderful example of travelling in space and time. Every blogger’s thoughts are floating in the universe, accessible to everyone “connected”. What you write today may be read by someone you do not even know—someone who might live in your neighbourhood but separated from you by a hundred years.

So the next time you write a post, remember: you might be unwittingly travelling in time and space. After all, all bloggers are time travellers.

Love is…

Love is…

Love is not an obsession
But a soul’s compassion

Love is not a possession
But a soul’s inclusion

Love is not a conclusion
But a soul’s absolution

Love is not an impression
But a soul’s purification

Love is not confusion
But a soul’s clear vision

Love is not an intention
But a soul’s inspiration

Love is not a mission
But a soul’s celebration

Love is not a separation
But a soul’s integration

Love is not a deduction
But a soul’s interpretation

Love is not an exception
But a soul’s perfection

Love is not an emotion
But a soul’s evolution

~© Manoj Khatri~

Write when you have to!

Write when you have to!

In the classic Hollywood western The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, Eli Wallach, one of Hollywood’s finest actors, plays the money hungry bandit “Tuco”. In one of the scenes, there is a one-armed man who wants to kill Tuco and has finally found him when he’s in his bath tub. The conversation proceeds something like this:

One Armed Man: I’ve been looking for you for eight months. Whenever I had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you. Now I find you in exactly the position that suits me. I had lots of time to learn to shoot with my left.
[Just then Tuco shoots him with the pistol he has hidden in the foam]
Tuco: When you have to shoot, shoot, don’t talk.

Writing is somewhat like that. When you wanna write, write, don’t talk! Writing is about doing. If you want to write, remember Nike. Don’t think. Don’t plan. Just do it!

Granted that when you stare at a blank page (or a blank screen), it can be intimidating. The only way to overcome this fear is to forget that you’re writing to be read. When you become independent of other people’s opinions, you will find it much easier to write.

Also remember not to set high standards in the beginning. All first drafts are supposed to be garbage…that includes first drafts of even the most celebrated and revered authors. So be gentle and allow yourself to write “ordinary” stuff.

In the beginning, what you write is not important…that you write something, anything, is!

For you, a thousand times over

For you, a thousand times over

Today, after a long time — and heavens know it has been really long! — I spent the whole day reading. The book was The Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseini.

Set for most part in Afghanistan, it gives us a sneak preview into the forgotten days of this once beautiful and peaceful country before the Russian invasion.

The writing style is absorbing. The liberal use of Afghani words such as Baksheish, tanhaii, mareez, jaan, noor and many others adds a fresh flavour. Khalid’s description of life in peacetime and war-torn Afghanistan is vivid without being dreary. The protagonist Amir’s self-effacing first person account makes the story much more believable and poignant. The character of Amir’s father and Hassan are well-crafted and do not waver with time.

I don’t want to comment on the actual story because it’s more a matter of personal preference, less of subjective evaluation. Many may like the story, some may not. All I can say is that it kept me hooked on for seven hours at a stretch…

I wonder why?

I wonder why?

You are someone I may never meet
Then why do I care for you, feel for you, think of you?

You are someone I may never see
Then why do I search for you, look for you, dream of you?

You are someone I may never desire
Then why do I wish to be with you, walk with you, talk with you?

You are someone I may never know
Then why do I want to bless you, help you, pray for you?

You are someone I may never inspire
Then why do I write for you, sing for you, dance for you?

You are someone I may never love
Then why do I feel like loving you, giving you, living for you?

I wonder why?

~© Manoj Khatri~