Doodling

I wonder if a writer's block can last a lifetime. You see i feel i am half-decent when it comes to writing, but when it comes to writing i am also like one of those fountain pens which have dry ink and gunk plastered on the nib, which just makes dry scratchy noises when it tries to write.
Notwithstanding that rather pleasing analogy, i must say, there are times when i feel that i can only speak, that too in very controlled circumstances, and never write well. Maybe i can be like Socrates who had declared that he would never write, but then i need a Plato who will do so on my behalf. Maybe i just need to start podcasting, but that's a chapter that still has time to begin. Right now i will only try to write these moronic posts as often as possible so that at least the ink doesn't run dry. My brother feels that to be good at writing one needs to write a lot, and often. That's true i suppose, again to return to my analogy of the pen. The only way to make that dry rusty pen start writing again, you first need to doodle and scribble a lot.
That's the gameplan now, "Float like a butterfly" before i can "Sting like a bee" i guess.

Scarlett (22 June 1994 - 10 January 2007)

Somebody said about their dog, "You taught us to love", i don't want to repeat it, but it is so fitting.

My beloved Scarlett passed away on the 10 of January. It is a hole in my life that may never get filled, and i hope it doesn't. I will always keep a space for her to come and settle when she wants.

Her traces that reman on all of our collective existence will take long before we can accept things. The sound of her long nails around the corners, the hair on our clothes, the food scattered around her bowl, her poo and pee in sundry places, and her pride of place on all the beds and sofas in the house.

And she was extraordinary in that nobody who knew her ever could dislike her or help loving her for she had sucha perennial flow of warmth and affection as was hard for any of us to ever understand.

We were each others constant companion for many stretches this past year, and remained so till the end. It is only now that i felt truly alone in my house despite the rest of my family being elsewhere for a long while even before this. If anyone would ever say: "Oh, so you're staying alone now", i would never think twice before clarifying that, "I have Scarlett with me".

Nobody ever got her name right, maybe she was never meant to be common, she was truly extraordinary for me.

She's taken her place alongside my grandmother (Didu) as my guiding and ever-watchful stars for life ahead.
Her memory i will always try to keep alive by now treating all animals (and humans, those few who truly are divine as animals) like Scarlett and in her memory forever try and ease any others' treacherous way through an otherwise lonely life.

Scarlett -

Beautiful and loving;

You taught us so much

About being better humans.

Look after me, Scarlett. Good girl.

Welcome 2k7

ah new year. what a plunge, what a lark.
resolutions, yes...learn bengali, lose weight and also be fitter, study hard, read lots, be less critical/cynical, blog more, yata yata yata.
the year hasnt begun very well because of some personal reasons, but to pull happiness out of that is the key. not for myself, but to make myself a medium to spread joy for others.
something i will always try to do is some good volunteer work. thats something that everybody should do but we hardly find the time. but i cannot tell you what a feeling of purpose it gives you. all else comes to naught.
i personally will work for animal shelters, lending a hand and donating whatever i can.
what say, anybody done anything like this? i have only had the oppurtunity 2 times, but that's just the beginning in my life.
happy new year again everybody.