Times I think and ponder over the issues in the past. How I would keep searching for my diary, frantically run towards the desk, hurriedly grab the pen and write down the thought that stuck me at that time; so that it doesnt get lost forever in oblivion unless I ink that down. Such was the excitement and impetus for writing diary. I remember the time back in my school days, every year I would complete the diaries to their last page, and now I have diary from (I just went back to see) 2015, still incomplete, blank pages after blank pages, still waiting to be drenched by ink in some calligraphic way.
I don’t know what changed, some way suddenly to deprive me of my holy relation with my diary, but in some way or another, I can blame the intrusion of technology in our lives. You can’t take your diary everywhere, but guess what remains on us at all times? Our smartphones or tablets… And we no longer have to fumble the diary or search for pen. All we have to do is unlock the phone and write it down. The usage of apps like Evernote, Google Keep has increased manifold in my personal life. And admit it, it’s easy to copy those thoughts from Keep to WordPress instead of typing it down all over again.
I still remember I gifted myself a Waterman Fountain pen, quite an exclusive piece, as an appreciation of my love for writing, and to keep on the love affair. But as you know, times change. That exclusive pen is still sitting idly in the pen stand, and I chose to ignore it. Even when I’m writing this piece, I prefer my smartphone. Times change.
My style of writing changed too eventually. In the diary, I used to write those personal moments, sacred ones, too personal ones; now I don’t have any record of them. I just write poems, articles or opinions. I guess I’m losing that personal touch. I still have piles of papers where I would draft and finalize my poems, with words cut out, new ones inserted; it all looked messy but beautiful. Now everything is crispy clear and looks boring.
I lost my handwriting in the process. Those years of practice, I had perfected the art of writing. People who would read would compliment my handwriting (poems and articles too!). But the demise from pen and paper has rendered the art to desolation. I no longer have that skill and I’m seriously ashamed when I look into my previous works. What can I say? I’m a changed man now.
With the start of my new series, 4 Words Daily, I’m attempting to revive this old habit of mine. Hope I get into this.
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