(Yes, I love Jason mraz and I love this song. But this post is not about the song or the singer. In fact it’s about something serious, almost profound.) You see, my worst fears are turning real. It’s just what I was afraid of. I knew this was going to happen, but did not think it will happen so soon. I mean I am good, so many have told me and I am one ROTD old already. So why me? And why now?

Of course you know what I am talking about. I have this incorrigible thought that no one takes me seriously! Forget my TC; my regular trusting patting-on-the-back audience refuses to acknowledge my deep inner intellectual thoughts! The other day I was (de)musing over the possible chain of thought my YAPping might have caused in the virtual (and volatile?) world of my trusted circle.

PCT 1- God, what’s with this woman? That’s a long post - continued in 3 comments after the normal capacity (!!!) What kind of work does she do that allows her to write such a long text on a topic as heavy as criticizing good old VW (May she rest in peace)?

PCT 2- Does she really expect us to analyze and discuss something as boring (and important, hopefully!) as an essay which is re-reanalyzed after a century? What is her credibility? I might as well distrust her!!

PCT 3- Well, this looks like one of those important and eternally controversial issues and just to feel ‘in’ I should drop a line – but who has the time, have you looked at the text, its so freaking long!!!

And so on..

So it made me think – how attached we become to our words - our little creations in the form of stories, poems, articles, write ups. Isn’t it amazing, there are so many of them that keep swimming in our head, and we sort of need to filter the right ones and come up with something different every time. Writing is all about wordplay for me. I see something, think a thought, there is a thread somewhere and I grab it. I know, its great to be able to reach out, to be able to bounce ideas back and forth. And sometimes it really feels that’s all I have. This wordplay is my ticket to the most fascinating of dreams, my vivid sensory touch-screen to the myriad of thoughts and emotions. So what are the words’ worth really? (There has to be a separate post on this, in fact this could be a completely separate directory!) Forget the fact that wars have been fought for the wrong (or right of course!) use of them. Wow, the power of words! Yet, sometimes I wonder how far they succeed in being able to explain what we actually want to convey. There must be so many words we do not know yet and may be they can convey my thoughts in a better way? (Here comes the eternal cynic, you say?) Anyone who has dreams to be an author one day, keeps coming across this question every once a while. Choosing the right word, finding the most fitting one, one that says exactly what you want to express. Believe me its not always easy.

But why talk about words in the first place? (They are there and we know they are there and every once a while we keep trying to use them the right way, find the right one at the right time. (What’s more, we succeed most of the time. At least that’s what we think.) And if you ask me I'd say we do not grow by days, months or years, we grow by words which means I am growing one word at a time and I am so old already! So I am sure I should take heart from this thought. Yes!

In the words of "Liza Doolittle", from My Fair Lady:

"Words, words, words. I get words all day through, first from him, then from you. Is that all you blighters can do?"

"Never do I ever want to hear another word. There isn't one I haven't heard."

(Hope you notice the rhyme)

PS – PCT 4 – You see what I am talking about? What kind of a post starts and ends with a bracket??