Random murmuring of tiny thoughts

For a while now, I've considered, weighed, discarded, weighed, reconsidered, weighed, the possibility of someday writing something worthwhile. I mean, worth somebody else's while too. :-D

'While' I have precious little to speak for that, I have at least made a conscious decision now, to preserve whatever negligible cactii may bloom out of the scattered and contourless expanse of the desert of my talent. (Whew! How's that for 'deliberate attempt'? ;-) When I said I'd try, I meant it!! ;-)). Er... that figure of speech is called 'metaphor' BTW.

My inspirations have been as random and as illogical as these-
1) My college friends STILL say that I hold the unbeaten record of longest and _most_ explanatory names for variables in a C program.
2) They also, still curse me for the sore thumbs from copying out the long-worded assignments I mercilessly churned out. (He he, also makes it look like I was the poor champ who did all the original writing. Actually, also sounds like I was the nitwit who gave it away!).
3) I have a few short stories and a few poems written on some of the 'good' days.. sigh...
4) J. K. Rowling has become a millionnaire.
5) I know enough math to calculate that the number of friends I have are enough for me to make a small fortune if each of them buys my (someday) book. (Yes, they are kind people! :P Yes, REALLY kind.)
6) I suspect I have an evil bent of mind. :-(
7) This list is not making me look good. Shall update it with more later. :-(( ....

So the point is, an effort to discipline myself through the marathon will hopefully also help me meet some of the other goals that beckon. Like Lubdha rightly said today, it's not just the marathon day, it's all the grit that went into turning from a rolling-ball-of-flesh to a cantering-mass-of-muscle. And there will be more marathons, and more challenges. ITBS or otherwise.