Tuesday, December 27, 2005

random thoughts..

Rum things, these blogs....
I mean to say, it's not the same thing as writing in personal journals
(electronic or otherwise)... I sometimes miss those schoolgirl days when I had this
diary where I used to write religiously... and all those entries were for my eyes only :-)

So now I find I have to think about what to write! And what's "safe" to write about in a fairly public forum, without bandying people's names about, as it were, oh, and yesss - cut down on this annoying habit that I have of superfluous punctuation marks (Eats Shoots and Leaves?) - all those emoticons and hyphens and dots (which conveniently allow one to let a sentence lazily linger in mid air, as opposed to the firm unrelenting period.) Oh well, blame it on e-texting and emails and the like!
But I digress. I was mulling over the content of my blogs, was I not? I am still wondering, to what extent of my personality shall I infuse it with? Shall it be random thoughts and impersonal
philosophizing, (that's probably an euphemism for cribbing and raving and ranting over everything that bugs me :-) ) or shall it be peppered with people and incidents and events that colour my life?
(Oooh, must cut down on unnecessary conjunctions as well. Prof. Higgins would disapprove, and so would, I suspect, Jeeves.)
Hmmm, I think I have decided, the jury's out... random thoughts it shall be, pour ce moment.
(To quote John - "Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox, they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe..")

And then we shall take it run-time, as it were.


Abhinav Goyal said...

Good going. Randomness is good. Even better when one finds order lurking in there, somewhere.

BTW, I believe you quoted George. :)


Empress of Blandings said...

Thank you! Yes, it's fun when one stumbles on some sort of order and logic somewhere in all that entropy.

Hey- that wasn't George, it definitely was John. John wrote Across the Universe, (though the "Jai Guru Deva Om" sounds George-ish :-) )
George wrote something quite as surreal - Within you, without you.