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3 reasons to write. Or rather, brown men, TV Shows and Microsoft.   Leave a comment

Why write? I have been asking myself that question for a while now and late one night I actually sat down and wrote some of the reasons that swelled up. Well, it is perhaps more just a flow of thought; ramblings to be precise, on why I personally have chosen to start writing:

  1. When a finger is pointed to a brown man walking down the street with clean black shoes incriminating him as a terrorist before even realizing that he might just have spent too much time in the sun this past summer is what prompted me to even contemplate the idea of sharing my thoughts in a written medium. So, that explains my purely altruistic need to start the writing process. As far as the actual act of sitting, or rather, laying down, and writing – well, read on…
  2. I do not recall many dreams but one I had just this morning is a big reason I am taking pen to paper. Wait, do people still do that in this day and age? I’m talking about using cliches in their writing, not the actual act of taking pen to paper. We all know that no one dreams of taking pen to paper – how horrid is that thought, pen … and … paper? Well, back to the dreaming. I was being tortured and made to write a magazine article and if I did not do it they would tear out my nails one by one – yes, too many seasons of 24 and Dexter intertwined are finally making me remember dreams that seem almost as nonsensical as this hopefully semi-coherent agglomeration of words and thoughts that I am spewing late at night. Dreams alone really do not have the power to make me do much, especially write. The most compelling reason, this evening, is actually number 3.
  3. I’m lazy. Yes, that’s right, you saw it correctly – I described myself as lazy. I’m laying in bed doing research on teaching a yoga workshop in Karachi when I got the famed “beach ball of death”. On a side note, why would you even characterize the rainbow pinwheel that so beautifully cavorts across the screen as something so obscene? Damn you, Apple! Back to the story – the beach ball continues its’ cavorting for some time and finally transforms into a harmless black pointed arrow, but the web page still has not loaded. I have full bars on my Airport, the signal is strong – the modem must need resetting but I cannot make myself walk the 100 or so steps to the modem and turn it off and then back on again. I could reboot my laptop, but no – that would take too much time as I only happen to do that about once a month. It would also mean that I would have to quit seven applications that I currently have open, three of which happen to be made by Microsoft and I know they do not like being quit upon. Microsoft applications are very much like sentient beings. You have to be kind to them or they will make your life a living hell. I guess I’ll switch over to word and open a blank document. I keep command tabbing to Firefox just to make sure that my interpretation of what has happened is still correct, and yes, it is, so here I am stuck, writing. I hope it’s good. The interpretation, not the writing.

Where was I again – oh yes, brown men. More on that sooner.
Why do you write?

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Posted August 1, 2010 by Adnan Iftekhar in Brown Men, Dream, TV Show, Writing