Well, as you might have guessed, the title of the post has nothing to do with the city by that name or worse, the mall by that name in Bangalore. It of course refers to the mythical bird that gets reborn automatically. I am hoping that my blog posting is reborn like Phoenix, after a pretty long hiatus.
For the past several months, I have been sharing my ride to the office with my colleague Deepika, a young, cherubic and vivacious person, if I may describe her so. Last week, she shared one of her writings with me, a post about her grandfather and what she had learnt from him over several years. It was pretty well written, but also had this interesting side effect - it just reminded me of how I have just paused my writing over the past few years (not that I was writing profusely before, but it had come to a screeching halt now). I went back and read my previous blog posts and it made me feel good. I had always felt good writing and was wondering why I do not write much. As I think more, writing is similar to running, my other passion, in a few interesting ways. One almost always feels great after a long run, irrespective of how difficult it was during the run. I suppose that is true for writing. You need to put in some effort to write the blog, but the output of the exercise is something that you will likely cherish -- Make no mistake, we are not talking about creating literary masterpieces here, but it is just as interesting to see how your thought process and perspectives have evolved over a period of time, a fact that is very easily detected in ones writing. Like running, writing is also very individualistic and personal, but it does feel good to share your experiences with others. So, the natural question -- Why, come rain or shine, I run religiously, but just do not write at all. No valid reason, whatsoever.
Given all of the wise thoughts and revelations above, I do hope that I do start writing a little more regularly, going forward. But then, as one of my colleagues told me several years back, "Knowing does not mean doing". I just hope, I really "do". Time will tell.
For the past several months, I have been sharing my ride to the office with my colleague Deepika, a young, cherubic and vivacious person, if I may describe her so. Last week, she shared one of her writings with me, a post about her grandfather and what she had learnt from him over several years. It was pretty well written, but also had this interesting side effect - it just reminded me of how I have just paused my writing over the past few years (not that I was writing profusely before, but it had come to a screeching halt now). I went back and read my previous blog posts and it made me feel good. I had always felt good writing and was wondering why I do not write much. As I think more, writing is similar to running, my other passion, in a few interesting ways. One almost always feels great after a long run, irrespective of how difficult it was during the run. I suppose that is true for writing. You need to put in some effort to write the blog, but the output of the exercise is something that you will likely cherish -- Make no mistake, we are not talking about creating literary masterpieces here, but it is just as interesting to see how your thought process and perspectives have evolved over a period of time, a fact that is very easily detected in ones writing. Like running, writing is also very individualistic and personal, but it does feel good to share your experiences with others. So, the natural question -- Why, come rain or shine, I run religiously, but just do not write at all. No valid reason, whatsoever.
Given all of the wise thoughts and revelations above, I do hope that I do start writing a little more regularly, going forward. But then, as one of my colleagues told me several years back, "Knowing does not mean doing". I just hope, I really "do". Time will tell.
