Cheeniya And His Alter Ego

Dear Cheeniya Sir,

I read your ramblings 3 to 4 times, but was at loss to come out with a relevant FB. I find many FBs here, though written in good spirits,completely out of context.
When I watch the present Tamil movies boasting heroes with unshaven faces, dirty lungies and handle bar moustaches, I yearn for those roly poly heroes of yesteryears with clean shaven faces, neatly dressed, running around trees with equally roly poly heroines. One hero who fascinated me both with his beard and without it, was actor Muthuraman in the movie ' Kathalikka Neramillai' an all time comedy of CV Sridhar.
White or Grey- the colour doesn't matter. Your ramblings with its inherent humour is always welcome by one and all!

Agatha83

 

IL: I need help!
alt-IL: Whoa! is it those monkey nuts again?
IL: Yes, can I teleport them to your alt-world, I cannot bear them.
alt-IL: I thought they quietly write.
IL: Write? You call their contortionist rambling a writing? They are sassy nuts! They pretend to write but hardly write and that too quietly. One is an African elephant and the other an Indian elephant rampaging a Chinese library. Can I send them to your world?
alt-IL: Not so soon. Remember, last time Atlas vetoed and shrugged at the thought of hosting them both in our land. Try the esc-IL or ctrl-IL this time. I won't grant them passes to our world. The envoy of alt-Ira and alt-Sri reconnoitered and filed a report of their nuisance with lizard and shaven tales. May God save your world.

IL: What can I offer as quid pro quo to the gods to reform them?
alt-IL: Try Bhagirathi aunty's harmonium.
IL: I will be as penniless as a hairless in a saloon if I trade that harmonium. What kind of a life would I have?
alt-IL: Life depends on the liver! Don't worry!
IL: Your counselling is as useless as the counselling for the ever prone.
alt-IL: I am no Gunslinger Ganapathi to assuage your fears.
IL: Wait, what are we talking ...what is this ...
alt-IL: Those brats have damaged our brains that we now converse to their sounds.
IL: We are doomed!
alt-IL: You need a pepsi to calm you. What happened to the pepsi bottle (turns around and searches for it). Here, take a diet coco cola instead. It might do some good.
IL: Y'know, friends come in all forms but the alt ones are the best.
alt-IL: I know! Let me go and fetch you a pepsi proper. Stay put! Don't lose your head over those nutty howlers.

 

On a deep, serious and veritas tone, this blog is ludicrously funny with a sombre shade. Why do people write and what do they expect and what do they even want to write about. I mentioned this somewhere, David Wallace Foster's advice on writing — pour maniacally like you are writing for yourself and you are the only one who will will quietly rejoice your work while sitting on the toilet bowl. That is the kind of writing that will please you the most. Writing for self with no inhibitions or inducements. No attention to "likes", "cheers" , or "jeers".

I've always found your writing a memoir to your alt-self. You made it more obvious in this particular instance by enacting it. Feedbacks are nice only that they facilitate interaction. Truth be told, opinions hardly matter. There is no productive opinion than self-criticism. You write for yourself and you read for yourself! Saul Bellow said, “You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” If such groggy and nocturnal rambling shines then morning and daylight-laden writing should be splendid and worthy ..why would anyone want to change any of that for feedbacks or lack thereof.

Such perpetual motion ramblers can thrive even on interactive vacuum. I like that "committed" term. Committed not only in terms of writing but in terms of defiance. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. Add “I am the writer of my whims” to that Invictus spirit.

 

I often wonder what prompts someone to write a rambling vs (2) literary narrative or think-piece on an unfolding media coverage.

Are all types of writing a joyful self-expression, and these undertakings are out of habit than (2) out of obligation to contribute to the collective social conscience .

Do people write because that is the only outlet to offload the chaos in their brain. (2) Or they write because they intend to muffle the noise in another's brain.

I never contended with the fly-in-the-honey style of writing. Now that you brought to my attention, I am thinking about the distinctive feature of this type of writing. This fly-in-the-honey writing is antipodes to the (2) style of writing. It is never literary fitted, does not bear out a social cause, nor is it destined to amplify or kill another voice. However, identifying one's fly-in-the-honey zone is vital because it reveals the sweet spots of one's own writing. Say, if I am stuck on a honey series, it is only because I unwittingly stumbled on my rambler's call, which is pleasurable than staid (2) series.

I think everyone has a questionable rambler's cred smuggled in their talk. Few are embarrassed to admit it, others come through it. Personally, I nurture it and love rambling about "nothingness" and tinker with silly themes in an accentuated manner. Your lizard and roach and any upcoming critter series is something I connect very well because we ramblers should never honour (2) style of writing. Your fly-in-the-honey selection is hallmark of a veteran rambler. Let the conscientious writers and devout bloggers take care of the other forms of writing.

 

Atto! When one has no devout audience he writes at will and whim. Slowly when he starts to attract a crowd, he will cater to their needs, and when his status is catapulted to a fan-following cult, his writing is influenced by their reactions. His writing is reduced to a mere match of the crowd's taste. That "totally unknown field" with no audience and critiques is the most productive ground to unleash one's wild talent. Later, self-satisfaction is a lost cause.

I loved that line! I have just expanded my thoughts around it, but I might use it verbatim on someone one of these days. Remember, a rambler's prerogative is to relinquish all rights on his sage saying. That line is henceforth mine.