Whenever I see a post here I feel guilty, because I should be writing here. I don't seem to have the words these days. I don't converse in English, either at home or office, and it remains a language acquired for reading- and writing long, contentious mails that end up in tired acquiescence. And then, I am deeply preoccupied with writing in Tamil, and fact is, everything I write in English sounds wrong. Probably you knew this already, but these are days of my awakening.
So I start off with a few sentences like this, and when I hit a roadblock, I don't seem to have the will or energy or even the wherewithal to go beyond it, I click select all and delete the whole thing. If it is paper, may be the feeling will be worse, because your failure is a physical presence, but with the computer, you are just a click away from closure of whatever you want to be closed.
I started out to write this post for kartikey, whose talks on music I read, but don't comment, because I don't seem to have the right words that would sound both true and appropriate. I do listen to some classical music online, so I find his posts helpful. Thanks Kartikey, I started out writing this post with the intention of thanking you, but could do this only at the end of the piece. Thanks again.