In the past few months I got a lot of time to contemplate on the tidings surrounding me. I have decided to jot down some interesting thoughts here..
On Handwriting
From the toddler days when I used to think the best place for crayon was up my nose and the best use of a pencil is to prick others, I had a fascination towards the stationery. The fascination was soon put to execution as I tried my best to connect the dots and breathe alphabets and numbers to life in my whimsical brain. We practised on those cursive writing exercise books (they have interesting sentences eg. Mary loves pussy cats) and soon graduated to ruled notebooks. People around me gradually developed a handwriting, wasting away papers and trees and becoming ladies and gentlemen. I had ,though, an infidelity towards a stable hand. For my handwriting changed as kaleidoscopic patterns did to a feeble shake.( Luckily though I have a stable signature)
To this date I never stuck to one handwriting. I saw others' and used whatever I thought looked good. whenever I wrote fast or whenever I wrote something I was not interested in, it went haywire. I seemed to lack character too, as Sherlock Holmes found it; my 'l's looked like 'e's and I never made it easy for the examiner to distinguish similar letters.
However I like the idea of a man being endowed, a unique handwriting. For the moment I am practising, writing with various scribes and inks for various purposes. I checked out books on calligraphy and they really caught my attention. I was fascinated by the way people of the yore wrote with quills on parchments under the calm illumination of a candle.
Talking about handwriting forced me to think about doctors, for this facet and this profession has had a horrible chemistry together. I will know when the world has technologically progressed when doctors start printing prescriptions (with some digital signature though to prevent fraud). I have no idea how any chemist can read those prescriptions and I think they should be hired by archaeologists to decipher hieroglyphics which even the state of the art code breakers cant.
As for my future, I will like to shed a tear of satisfaction when I handle out invitations to my friends for some celebration (for my clone's coming of age perhaps) with such a calligraphic elegance as to please my own eyes. I would like to end this quoting perhaps the words of a Roman philosopher whom I make up right now:
On Handwriting
From the toddler days when I used to think the best place for crayon was up my nose and the best use of a pencil is to prick others, I had a fascination towards the stationery. The fascination was soon put to execution as I tried my best to connect the dots and breathe alphabets and numbers to life in my whimsical brain. We practised on those cursive writing exercise books (they have interesting sentences eg. Mary loves pussy cats) and soon graduated to ruled notebooks. People around me gradually developed a handwriting, wasting away papers and trees and becoming ladies and gentlemen. I had ,though, an infidelity towards a stable hand. For my handwriting changed as kaleidoscopic patterns did to a feeble shake.( Luckily though I have a stable signature)
To this date I never stuck to one handwriting. I saw others' and used whatever I thought looked good. whenever I wrote fast or whenever I wrote something I was not interested in, it went haywire. I seemed to lack character too, as Sherlock Holmes found it; my 'l's looked like 'e's and I never made it easy for the examiner to distinguish similar letters.
However I like the idea of a man being endowed, a unique handwriting. For the moment I am practising, writing with various scribes and inks for various purposes. I checked out books on calligraphy and they really caught my attention. I was fascinated by the way people of the yore wrote with quills on parchments under the calm illumination of a candle.
Talking about handwriting forced me to think about doctors, for this facet and this profession has had a horrible chemistry together. I will know when the world has technologically progressed when doctors start printing prescriptions (with some digital signature though to prevent fraud). I have no idea how any chemist can read those prescriptions and I think they should be hired by archaeologists to decipher hieroglyphics which even the state of the art code breakers cant.
As for my future, I will like to shed a tear of satisfaction when I handle out invitations to my friends for some celebration (for my clone's coming of age perhaps) with such a calligraphic elegance as to please my own eyes. I would like to end this quoting perhaps the words of a Roman philosopher whom I make up right now:
E scribulum habis totalum
Vini Viniculum e Calumnum
