Limited by time
& identity…
So, I wanted to write. I have been dreaming of writing for a long time, and I do write alot. But I am unable to publish. The task of bringing together my thoughts into a coherent article is just too much. I could be either be lazy or could be avoiding the trap of coherence. Trap of coherence ! A new way to embrace whims as the good guy.
All I am saying is I wanted to tweet. Because tweets allow you to be incoherent, whereas blogs; blogs, they impose a structure. You are expected to write a coherent piece. And it may be coherent, but I cannot guarantee that. So, read further, or follow this blog at your own risk. But, my twitter account is suspended, and unable to tweet, I took it as a sign from got to go annon, but even Rediff now asks for a phone number and then there is IP address, I could spend some time figuring going annon out, but then I know I have to get some work done before noon. So, the paucity of time forced me to drag my identity into this public outpouring of my thoughts.
Despite this, I am relieved. I am finally writing. That too where publishing is just a click away. Yay!
It isn’t easy to work. You want to go deap in a state of subconscious work, but interrupts break your flow. I have had so many thoughts while working, but if I start indulging in thoughts while working, I slow down my pace of work. Because one thought thread leads to another. Actually that’s the thing, action is what brings coherence to your thought. But for that the action should be in the direction where thoughts can come together.
When you know the tasks you have to do, it is so easy to do them. When it is out of your expertise, it is still fun, but it can eat too much time, and that creates pressure. The only way to increase your time is to leverage order. And you do this to indulge in disorder.
I like to think of time as the rate of perturbation. There would be no concept of time in perfect order. Similarly no concept of time in perfect disorder. In perfect order, the rate of perturbation will be 0. In perfect disorder, it would be infinite.
I switched off Whatsapp. Logged off most of the social media. Shifted to a faraway location. Broke my mobile phone again (actually broke three in over a year, two in almost a month), all done in a sub-conscious rage, I interpret it as clearly wanting to disconnect. Got my family on-board (that’s a work in progress) and started scribbling away gibberish via pen and keyboard. Despite the disproportionate number of birthdays of close friends in October, I just couldn’t get myself to wish them, at least on the day, via call. Clearly, I seem to be prioritizing myself over others, or what I like to say my thoughts over my social existence. I’ll write to you guys like I am trying to write to my family. But I need to get the gibberish out of my head, and on paper.
Here I will try to maintain an index of my writing.
Ra
Also, For live writing you can check out this: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bhMuuMXdt4MAlo_XOc9XCy-JM8gsGiprQRyEH0SDfzg/edit?usp=sharing
