I like the devil in me, for she hits the bull's eye of truth and makes me watch it when all I wish to do is hide from it. But I love the angel in me, for she tells me wisely to ignore that bull's eye of truth if, by uttering it, I am bound to cut the fine, silken threads of friendship/relationship.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
I have read this blog 10+ times, every time I read this it gives me a different dimension of understanding. Wonder if my understanding is multi dimensional or the writing.
ReplyDeleteIf you know Kannada, you may be familiar with Dinakara Desai's poem -- 'Avaravara manadanthe drushtiyoo bere
ReplyDeletekaviya kannige chandra hendathiya more
chikka makkalige shashi bandalada chendu
vijnanigaligaduve bari kallugundu.'