by Habitual Perfectionist » Fri Sep 24, 2004 4:27 am
It looks like life has come a full circle. Those were days when I used to be a perenially bored creature, devoid of ambition and imagination, moving around listlessly in the maze that is our beloved Planet. A situation many people go through. I saw my father go through the same after retirement. I saw friends going through it while encountering a mid-career crisis. I myself went through it on numerous occasions; facing it in different ways. But this time was different. On the face of it, I wasn't in a position which could have led me into those depths of moderation. I had a decent job, a small and happy family, no big troubles to contend with. But under the seemingly calm periphery of life, there was a discontent brewing. Boredom was setting in and the perfectionist in me was tossing and twisting to escape its clutches.
Perfectspeak came as a manna from heaven. It started off as one of the thousands of posts that get etched into the discussion board where I sneak in every now and then. When I posted my first volume of perfectspeak, I didn't expect a heavy response to it. And I was proved right. There wasn't any save a few compulsive posters who, thankfully enough, kept the thread clean from the muck of the discussion board world - SPAM. But I had found my secret potion. Perfectspeak was the right platform for me as it gave me variety, which is my spice in life. I knew for sure that it would become popular some day, which it did. Response started pouring in, and the best part was that Perfectspeak threads were enver spammed - something I owe to the most mature discussion board in vogue today (though we do act like bullies at times but the best can afford to do that, can't they?).
but as they say, life is full of surprises. Suddenly, the peaceful bandwagon that my life ran into rough weather. A painful, though profitable transformation at my workplace landed me in an entirely new work environment. but the boredom hung on. Till when, though? Very soon, I was in a new process - something that was keeping this Devil busy. And Perfectspeak trickled off into memories. That's when I realised how important it was for me. How much I had come to depend on it. But lo and behold - I couldn't write the pieces anymore. Like a painter who cannot get his brush to breathe life into his works, here I was, a mere typist, who could write only insurance quotes.
I looked everywhere for that one spark that would get me into groove again. And somehow, it kept evading me for a full 2 months. I scanned everything in my radar but just couldn't get it right. And I suddenly started fearing the death of Perfectspeak. They say that when the masters are pushed to the wall, they come up with your best. And I was no different. Just when I had almost resigned to the untimely and painful death of my most prized creation, I managed to find the inspiration that was missing all along.
Along came one Mr.Ayaz Memon...he of the Grand old lady of Boribunder...he of the much maligned Extraa Innings. Mr.Memon gave me the perfect inspiration for the comeback of Perfectspeak. And I thank him for it.
So here you are...and I bet you must be quite anxious about what to expect next. Well...the wait won't be that long. In a few hours from now, Perfectspeak will be back in its new avatar. And it will be back to stay.
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