THE LAST SUPPER

It is always easy to start but most often it is very difficult to know when to stop.I am at the cross roads now.Blogging seemed to be a very effective means of relieving tension , I mean, at the beginning of beginning and that too, was not that far off , may be around 5 or 6 blogs to be precise.Indeed it opened a door somewhere in the recess of my mind opening a new world altogether and set me to try to think in a different way, just like my grandpa introduced me to the wonderful world of books.But now Iam gradually realizing the fact that reading and enjoying it or dying with it, is entirely different from writing and its birth pangs.One is passive and the other one creative or destructive as well.The reader has the advantage of empathising or agonizing with the characters or even with the author and has the liberty to praise or even destroy the writer with his criticism where as the writer can only write and wait for the results like a producer releasing his film.
It has taken me only 5 blogs to come to the conclusion that I am a bit of a failure in the art of expression .Ofcourse I am not a stranger to failure ,infact it has accompanied me althrough my life like a silent shadow.But I have never been cowed down by it and have tried to overcome it by sheer hardwork and tenacity and more often have subdued it and sometimes have even tasted success also .But the art of expression is a different ballgame altogether.Either you have it or you don’t have it.Inbetween you have only mediocrity .So working hard or practice may sometimes help you in increasing your vocabulary or grammer but without talent you are doomed. .Hence it is always sensible to retreat than face defeat and turn your energy to some other productive fields like making some quick bucks from dalal street or milking out more from gullible patients or even going in search of that elusive man or is it IT as the good old scriptures say about that that good old guy called GOD the Great .Some good friend of mine who is a very good critic of mine even suggested to practise SINGING as an alternate career or even take up acting as an option. Atlast I have decided on onething for sure i.e. NOT TO BLOG ANYMORE and confine my craving for writing to be safely enclosed in my secret diary which is to be cremated along with me and the ashes to be scattered in all the five or is it seven ? major oceans in the vain hope that from each of the dust atleast 10 great writers will spring up and change the destiny of our mother world ..So good bye to Kannanwrites et all and to all those who had the good fortune of not reading these blogs and also my apologies for those who had the courage to read the same.BYE BYE.