Z
for Zilch
Image from the web
Everything that starts must come to an end,
everything that begins shall encounter a finale. We start our journey full with
aspirations and desires and then enter the hemisphere of zilch, the ending, the
nothingness. Nevertheless, the aftertaste of fatigue and exhaustion of our journey is often accompanied
by a feeling of bliss and satisfaction that generally qualifies the ending.
In the middle
of the nil of the null and the void of the virtual world, we have been
exploring our creative talents for a period of thirty days. Here, for the last month,
we have been posting our daily compositions of a myriad nature thereby proving
that even virtual zilch is not devoid of merit and emotion. Our journey
together testifies to the fact that despite the strictures of form and aspect
we have been taught to attribute to any writing activity of a formal, and even
in many cases informal, writing, the proper usages we must remember, the clichés
we must never use, we ultimately learn that what matters is the development of
one’s own style, one’s own comfort zone within oneself as one writes and
nothing else. This is the truth that I gathered from my month long activity of
writing from A-Z.
Over the
month, I have read blog posts on fictional characters and books, on herbs and
cooking, on philosophy and daily ruminations, and they not only proved to me
that all it matters is the task of putting pen to paper or more exactly, typing
words and letters in a virtual papyrus, but also that in most cases, all it
needs to begin a writing activity is as simple a prompt as a word beginning
with one particular letter or the other. I am at awe with the immense capability of the
human mind, the talents it possesses, and its intrinsic philosophy only ready
to pour down with a tilt of the beaker that sustains it. One letter, one simple
letter led each of us to consider so many things: places, characters in novels,
recipes, décor, etc, and still we are not satiated. The jorum still holds more
ideas that will bloom in the course of the future life.
I stand under the hallowed portals of nothingness
with a mind not empty, but rather full to the brim with happy experiences of
writing. I agree I have taken a lot of liberties with the creative challenge of
blogging from the first to the last letter of the English alphabetical series,
but in the end as I check the posts submitted and posted in my blogger page, I
am satisfied. I indeed have written on each and every letter, and in the
process have discovered a fresh knack for writing poetry again. The escapades
into the past also offered me immense satisfaction and joy as well the suspense
of thinking about a word/idea to write daily.
I know that even though we are not to type any post
tomorrow, that we will have zilch at hand tomorrow concerning this writing
challenge, I will find myself happily dwelling on the fulsome experience I
gathered from my own writing and from the others’ I read. In the zilch and negativity of the world, tonight I
wish to depart with a happy note of a fulsome tomorrow.
