I sat down about three weeks ago to write a most wonderful entry in this blog. It was an epic and had been tapping away for over thirty minutes. It was an in depth look into the problem faced by the amount of trash that is thrown away in India, what sort of relationship the people of India have with Mother India, how the trash that you see everywhere is thrown away, by all facets of Indian Society, and in what way the tourist has influenced the influx of trash upon this country and it's people. Sounds serious. Like it might actually cut some mustard. Might raise some hackles. But you know me is that really my style?
Obviously not, so this whole topic was written in the format of a Jeremy Kyle/ Jerry Springer show! We had my humble self playing the role of the megalomaniac presenter. One minute the purest of utter nicieties sliding off my tongue and into the ears of the audience. Words so sweet that it melts your ear wax, which oozes out of the ear, just like warm honey off a spoon. Totally disgusting, I know. But within one breath words spew forth upon my adversary: the people doing wrong upon the stage.
Complex character assassinations, with snide remarks, dropped just beyond everyones ears, but the enemy. A psychological bombardment of such wickedness and cruelty that an eery silence fills the void of the studio. To say that you could here a pin drop would be unfair. The noise of the pin falling through the air would sound similar to that of an F1 Tornado passing through. Once the enemy was sufficiently dispatched. I'd sit in my chair and surmise my findings upon the viewers. The millions that hang on my words.
These words are delivered in such a condescending manner that the word is frankly an unjust one to use to describe my monologue. I leave the viewers feeling so stupid. Anyone tying shoelaces, at the moment they here my words, completely forget how to perform the task. This is why I don't go on the radio. Just think of the pile ups.
Now what we all have to do is go back to the beginning of this entry. For the talk was of what I had done. Past tense. It was done. It was written. The last three paragraphs have only been describing the way I played the role of the presenter, as I see them. It doesn't even go into the dialogue, who the enemy was, what striking conclusions were made. Why???? I hear the world scream. The answer is the internet crashed, I saved it to a computer, left the internet cafe, having never returned to collect my master piece. Frankly so many new places have sprung up since I wrote it I can't remember where it is. Shame or not that is what happened.
So I had to sit down this evening and find new inspiration. Which obviously got me thinking about where inspiration comes from. How it's created and what's the best way to channel it. Tonight I was inspired by a past piece, written last year, which technically was only days ago, I know, but still in the past. Maybe tomorrow I'll be inspired by a future event or a present moment. About half way through writing this blog I had decided on my conclusions for this moment.
I was musing on the end of the year, the past and what has happened last year. Quite a-typical around the end of our year, I know. I drew inspiration from points in time and from parts of my imagination. I put it together and created a new moment. I doubt this blog is going to be a stupefying moment of inspiration for anyone. Perhaps some will think, 'I'm certainly inspired to stop reading this shite blog'. To them I say thanks for seeing it this far.
To those who read on. I would ask you all to take a moment and think of something that has inspired you to create something new in 2010. It might have been a person, a moment, an animal, a flower, poop or qi. Perhaps it'd be nice to say thanks to who or whatever it was. By all means share your stories with me if you like. Seeing how my ego writes some of this and my heart the other. I'm going to have to thank them, minding to give my ego just a teensy wee bit.
Naturally, I must apply large amounts of gratitude and applaud to whoever is reading these lines. I, primarily, write this for my own amusement. But thanks for reading, for next time you might be my inspiration. I hope if you can't think of anything, which inspired you, last year, to do what I've poorly described above. That in 2011 you'll go and look for something. For creating new things, from some inspiration, itself is an inspiring tool that, I think, we should all develop. Perhaps new things can only be created from inspiration?
This is where I'm signing off. For I'm going to start riddling myself with new questions, which I'd rather discuss with a human and not staring at a computer.
Ramble on................................................
