Right from the dawn of humanity’s most powerful weapon: thought came into notice; words have been slaughtered mercilessly at the expense of expressing a selfish thought by one or by a community. Stories, plays, articles, literature, epiphanies, mythology etc have been stretched deeper into the well known realms of creativity and imagination. 

It’s a repeat sequence. Now and then the same letters are being written, the same stuff being done except that the event seems to have a different set surrounding it. But if we add the Humanness factor into every equation that arises, we find that that incident has also been into being sometime ago, somewhere else.

My point is no matter what you might write, no matter what you express, its always been said and done, the only point being different is that its your turn to tell the story now.

This is an article about article writing.

How I come about an article.

How it is born deformed, misshapen, distorted and how the mind processes it to completion, full thought rectification.

It so happens that I am a disorderly person, I so start an article from its body, make up a signature end, and then give it off a decent start and a fancy titlehead. Randomly printing, deleting, including, correcting sometimes here, sometimes there.

Inspirations. Sudden Flash of thought. Or maybe reconsidering thought, giving it an –I-AM-NOT-LOOKING-AT-IT-THE-WAY-OTHERS-LOOK- approach. My articles The Void, Bottled Up, 2012, is based on satire with a growing degree and aspect.

I love to scribble, create a mind image, an illusion, that which I managed to draw onto the canvas placed within my head, in front of my eyes.

Article writing doesn’t need seriousness. It needs inspiration. It needs a spark, a start. When I write an article, the common human mind of mine, relates the incident to other incidents or events or thing and creates a faint hidden parable or sometimes a loud bellowing parallelism. Parable making, essence painting is my favorite way of expressing an issue. It stems from a strong inspiration from The Holy Quran, filled with parables, all throughout. And then, the dreamy Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Robert Frost and all the famously named poets, who we could come across in our standard English Poetry Books.

The entire concept, is mostly exposed, standing on a concrete deep base of dark humor. Criticism flows and paints every letter of mine that makes an article.

Eventually my article grows, fattens. It encroaches various other fields for refined mature thought. It sucks in inspiration from the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell. Everywhere. And then a plenty much watering and nurture with my stylization to make the thought creative, ponder-worthy and most importantly Original.

The Article smooches its way into the minds of the people, like an earthworm through the wet rain fed earth, and sets an impression, both of the writing as well and about the author himself. The degree and pitch of the tone heard, or the extent to which it had penetrated the thinking of another individual, influenced that person, gave him a thrill of a literary ride, shows the success of the article. Moving the Masses, Gandhigiri.

As with passing time and exhaust of praises for the entry, and upon finally reaching the lower layers, the idea gains weight. Not in the sense that it creates a spark of emotion in the person, but that it seems to be falling down the depths of the memory well, heavy, fast, down. It finally settles down at the bottom of the mind, just like the older articles settle at the bottom of the article page and is left to be forgotten, un remembered, left lost yet safe in the hands of the assembly of diodes, transistors and all that make up signals.

2012, is a movie, not worth its hype I must say.

The i-touch™ promo games, the posters and the talk all the time.

Hugeness of a hype. My favorite of the fancy posters was the one where you could see the Redeemer’s Statue about to fall and about millions of people extending hands towards to grasp it. But anyways, bottom-line, I so dearly wanted to watch it. Expected them to delve out what all theories support the end, but you know now, my hope wasn’t given any weight.

After the movie was screened, I was inclined to watch it also as my room-mate was so enthusiastic while he was watching it. His gaping now and then, exclaiming Oh my god!! That was brilliant!! Yeah, on his laptop, not the theatre, what with exams going on, we really couldn’t budge you see. And his comments that the movie is really extraordinary. Hmm, I wondered, I must really watch it soon too. So I downloaded my copy too, via IPmsg and sat down. Plugging my earphones which otherwise so fondly finds itself with my neighbour, I endured those “never to experience again” moments. It was fun, those couple of hours, with those special effects that seemed so CG ish, that had those huge tsunamis and the USS John F Kennedy crashing into the white house and the St Basilica’s dome rolling off, but you know, the movie made me go to sleep after in a state of obloquy. (Yeah I am trying upgrades in my vocab, use wordweb™ in case you dint know what that meant) 

The stunts were so “No really? Did that just happen?”. The dialogues so predictable if you had already managed to sit through a couple of classic “End of the Day, but Americans Save it” movies. Worshtu. A devoted tamil movie fan could tell you that if the car that had all the main characters inside, it would not be touched even if the tectonic plates decides to crumble all around, and the fact that lingering onto a spot for a bit longer meant the fallen hero would rise again (the scene that shows John’s hands appear on the cliff after he falls along with the camp van), and the classic emerging from smoke scenes (the plane flies out from the lava smoke) and blah blah blah what not.

And dude!! For God’s sake, John Cusack, Oh My God really!! All the times he manages to get away unscathed!! Believe me, I’d rather do for a Rajini or Vijaykanth’s movie, okay, in case I wanted to maintain the posh, Jason Statham movie types. Look at him mahn, the ground beneath, the lava balls above and the sea all around seems to find it more appropriate to swallow up Non-Cusack zones. Far more invincible than superman even with Kryptonite shoved up his ass. I was like, Oh yeah? Okay what next? Ahan! Yaaaaawn!! You know, while watching some movies you do get the feeling “ When will this thing actually end? When will they actually get to the point?” I got that feeling all through the movie.

The point that hooked me off a little more was when they show an Arab with a kindle, negotiating deals in Arabic and the ship scene later on, where Adrian looks upon them and asks whether these people got in by gene selection or was it money. It was so contrasted with the “self-lessness” of the Americans where the President so suitably sticks to prayer and “not abandoning the ship”. I mean I don’t take sides with the Arabs or if I may seem so, so what? Hell with you, this is my blog!! See I lived long in the Middle East, owe all my childhood and education there, so something for its sake! Dude, why is he sticking his finger to them so singularly is my concern. If he had dropped in a handful of wealthy other nationals too, I’d have ignored it. Okay fine, the Russian too, but doesn’t it seem like conveniently marking out the ones who the Americans like to heat up with? Dunno if I sound cold war era-ish but still, I need my point to be made. Well so the point, it does make a necessity that I point to the sources of oil in the widely scattered oil wells in the Middle East as one of the reasons why they have a good firm stand in economy. So why do they put in such a bummer. Blasphemous, Infidels! Blah blah whatever!

And I so couldn’t help smirking when I came across the facebook application that said “In 2013 I’ll watch 2012 and laugh” Sad aint it? Imagining whether the makers of the movie ever imagined this would turn out!! Brilliant I’d say! Pat on the back of the person who thought about it! Seriously LOL!! And yeah I did join the application.

By the way, in case you wanna know whether its safe to watch that movie, I’d say, please do watch, theatre would seem better for the arduous work done on special effects that hasn’t pulled off exactly the way it should have but even though.

 

And yeah if in case the world does end by 2012, I so wish god doesn’t punish me for this article. No, no, this wasn’t meant for Roland Emmerich :-P.