Writer's Block

Every once in a while in every writer’s life, there comes a phase when he just cannot write. You do get fragmented ideas but not a cohesive train of thoughts, something that could transform into a piece. If you are a poet, rhyming has most probably deserted you. Nothing seems to provide enough inspiration for a poem. And it has most probably taken a toll on your self-esteem as a writer.

I don’t consider myself too much of a writer, but yes, at the moment, I’m going through this phase. I have started a lot of articles lately, a couple of poems, but haven’t been able to complete them. A lot of pieces have been conceived in my brain, but they were killed before they could make a difference.

I have thought a lot about the reason for this problem. And though I wish it was something cooler, something more profound, but it boils down to this- I am suffering from acute laziness. Sloth has become a part of my existence, so much so, that just the effort of using my brain seems too much to make, forget using my fingers to type. There are a couple of other reasons, but I guess I’ll let laziness take over and not write about them.

But before I succumb completely to the embrace of my bed and to the lure of daydreaming, let me list the topics I’ve been meaning to write about.

• 1.) Love and the myths surrounding it.
• 2.) The importance of praying.
• 3.) Anna Hazare (I guess almost every person in this country wants to write about him, most of them have already accomplished this feat.)
• 4.) Bakchodi (People who know me know what it is, and how important it is to me.)
• 5.) A couple of cheesy romantic poems.
• 6.) There were more but I don’t remember them now.

So you see, had my brain been working properly, the world would be richer by a couple of pieces of good literature. But then, the human brain is way more complex than that, and instead of literary masterpieces, all I’m left with, is a writer’s block.

PS: If anyone tries to steal my ideas, I’ll be really pissed!!