I used to be able to
write. I would write a diary everyday, for a while. I wrote when something
moved me, when I was angry or sad, or when I was besides myself with joy.
Writing was a way to express myself, unburden my soul. I wrote poetry, plain
prose, or just confessions. I don’t write anymore. I type. I type out term
papers, emails, status updates, chats. But I hardly write. I am a consumer now
– of news, information, news of family and friends, colleagues, past and
present, and random acquaintances who are now all my “friends”. I follow every
random detail of their lives – the trips they take, the friends they make, the
disappointments they face. I know what they’re reading, how they feel when they
read it. I read what they read and try to feel what they feel when they read
it. I don’t think I can do or think of anything new, original, meaningful. It
has all been said and felt and posted and updated. I feel like a fake, a
failure because I don’t take those trips, make those friends, face those
disappointments, experience those joys. I have forgotten to write – spellings,
punctuations, grammar. My word-processing software can do it all for me. Put
words in my text, correct my spellings and grammar and write it all in flawless
print so that no one ever has to know that I have bad handwriting. My hand is
aching as I write this page. I used to be able fill many such with my thoughts
and ramblings and not get tired as easily. I would go back and re-read what I
wrote and feel exactly the same feelings I felt when I wrote them, sometimes
feel them stronger the second, third time around. Is writing a dying art too? I
guess I mean handwriting. I will try to keep it alive in my own life, if only
this damn arm stopped aching!
This piece was hand-written in my diary on
September 3, 2011. It was typed out on June 3, 2012 for wider circulation but
trust me I will try to keep the dying art and craft of handwriting alive!
2 comments:
So true. Whenever I have an urge to write down something, I invariably get my laptop.The thought that I can actually write down something does not occur.
I am afraid the keyboard has taken over the pen:(
BTW- I like your style of writing. Keep writing.
Thanks, Ranjana! If I get time away from writing stuff for my PhD, I like to write :)
I sorely wish we can all keep alive handwriting. It will be a pity to lose it for good.
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