More Time to Write. Hopefully

I want to get back to writing.
This is one habit that has stayed alive since childhood, and no I don’t mean the writing courtesy my generous teachers who would make me write “I will do my homework on time” a few 100 times.. I mean writing. Thoughtful writing. And so I thought, may be I should write again, and may be I should begin with thoughtful writing. But then I realized, that most of my words, end up cryptic. Ends up meaning something else to most, while it meant something totally different form what I you thought you read. Oh wait. My claim of writing “thoughtful writing” just hit a wall. Lets do this again. So I thought something, and I wrote something, but some interpret it as something and some as something else. That by the protocol of “effective” communication means bad writing. I guess it is so then. Bad writing. And worst, you are still reading it. Unless of course, the idea was to write something, which meant thoughtful in more manners than one. And so, it meant something to some readers, and it “could” just mean something totally different to so”me”.
Now, either this is one insane thoughtful post, or this could just be the bestest excuse I could come up with to shove my bad writing skills under the carpet. A carpet that has only grown taller since childhood.

The last I thought about writing something was a few days back. I did write something, and then chucked it. It was never published.. but Yes, I did write something, something I thought was too “whiny” to publish. At least too whiny for now..!
I don’t write with an attempt to make a grammatically correct masterpiece. I write, because I think it’s the perfect followup to the chain of thoughts. Or like in my case, the freaking bullet train of thoughts.
When I type (and like so many things else, I mighty suck at it!) I try to catch up to this train of thought, but the train usually wins. Wins by a bloody handsome margin. And then I resort to break it up with smaller lines. Lines. That would allow me to cheat. Allow me to catch up. There. Caught up. I don’t know how it feels to read all this, but yes, This is nonsense to be honest. If you have got this far till now, and it hasn’t made sense. Quit now. Coz it wont. And no, reading it once more wont help either. Or may just forget that you read through this clutter. Just read the rest of it. May be then it would make some sense. May be that would be some consolation. May be. Like I said. May be..

To be continued…