When I visited Europe, the first overseas trip in my Sixtieth year I was optimistic that I would narrate my experience later. But now, after a lapse of few months, I am unable to have a full and vivid recollection, as I had not noted down in my dairy. My memory is hazy and unreliable. Perhaps, as a few things I might write later, a lengthy conversation I had with a 29 year old French girl executive.
I do have dairies and notebooks. When I was at Madras Presidency College, I wrote dairy for three months in my mother tongue. I am unable to locate it. As a teenager, studying in a capital city, I had recorded my feelings. I was critical of both Congress and DMK, although our political background was rooted in our fascination for C.N.Anna durai, fondly called C.N.A.
Since 2009, I have started downloading from my scribbled notes and dairies, which stumble upon me, while putting order in my bookshelf-actually cement slabs in various rooms comprising on 1,200 Sq feet first floor. Virtually there is no space constraint to keep them. But Alas! Like orphans they are scattered on the floor and many a time taking berth on cot, sofa and even chairs. I realize now that I must put some order and also some of the scribbled notes should eventually see the net, internet. I will share selectively what ever I have enjoyed and suffered.
How many people do write now? Do they have a habit of dairy writing habit? Not just recording the daily events but looking at themselves and also society. I am doubtful. With the emergence of e-mail facility, we hardly write letters to our friends. Come to think of writing letters, long ago I wrote a lengthy verse on the need for letter writing, largely inspired by one article in Readers Digest. I must locate those papers.
All of us are obsessed with so many daily events, some are significant and others are trivial. We don’t have the habit of recording them. I have not kept all my lecture notes and other piled up informations in a structured way. As and when I stumble upon them, I will update and document .My love for my subject and my modest reading in the subject are not matched by the writing about the subject. Although there are huge amount of accumulated materials and notes are in abundance. This by itself places me in a state of anxiety. Eventually, writing alone can reveal who we are today and where we will be tomorrow and tomorrow’s tomorrow.
I do have dairies and notebooks. When I was at Madras Presidency College, I wrote dairy for three months in my mother tongue. I am unable to locate it. As a teenager, studying in a capital city, I had recorded my feelings. I was critical of both Congress and DMK, although our political background was rooted in our fascination for C.N.Anna durai, fondly called C.N.A.
Since 2009, I have started downloading from my scribbled notes and dairies, which stumble upon me, while putting order in my bookshelf-actually cement slabs in various rooms comprising on 1,200 Sq feet first floor. Virtually there is no space constraint to keep them. But Alas! Like orphans they are scattered on the floor and many a time taking berth on cot, sofa and even chairs. I realize now that I must put some order and also some of the scribbled notes should eventually see the net, internet. I will share selectively what ever I have enjoyed and suffered.
How many people do write now? Do they have a habit of dairy writing habit? Not just recording the daily events but looking at themselves and also society. I am doubtful. With the emergence of e-mail facility, we hardly write letters to our friends. Come to think of writing letters, long ago I wrote a lengthy verse on the need for letter writing, largely inspired by one article in Readers Digest. I must locate those papers.
All of us are obsessed with so many daily events, some are significant and others are trivial. We don’t have the habit of recording them. I have not kept all my lecture notes and other piled up informations in a structured way. As and when I stumble upon them, I will update and document .My love for my subject and my modest reading in the subject are not matched by the writing about the subject. Although there are huge amount of accumulated materials and notes are in abundance. This by itself places me in a state of anxiety. Eventually, writing alone can reveal who we are today and where we will be tomorrow and tomorrow’s tomorrow.
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