Stories – narratives of things imaginative, sometimes facts, mostly distorted to comfort the ears oblivious to the nature of randomness and often without clear pathways to closures, always eventually have titles. But before we reach to the point where we call them as eventual, the events that actualize the process and the end must be understood. Relating it with life, might not cover the conversation that I’m trying to make, so I’ll take the route of making you go through the process of how we build a narrative or a story rather for the sole purpose of making it worth listening to.
You can think of a story as a rainbow, or the thought of having an ice cream, perhaps even an eye contact. The only thing common to all of these examples is – thread of events, small flashes of highly coordinated events, imperceivable to human eyes, but felt by triggering neurons, eventually us. It’s as if, you have the harness but that can only give you control over how you glide or maneuver, but for you to have an experience you’d want to remember, you’d also need the winds to be in your favor.
The urge to remember, and re-live are the steppingstones to finding a story worth telling. You obviously won’t like to hear how I walked along the bank of a nearby river and reached the other end of my joy walk. But If I tell you, that along the way I could hear the chirps of migratory birds filling the wilderness with cries of happiness and inclusiveness, and that it made sense why bonds are more important than we think of them as, you’d want to listen more. The connection between you and me, is that we relate – not necessarily to the events that happened to us, but more on the way we all perceive, and crave emotions of all sorts.
Once you have the story, you most probably would get carried away with it, or even around it, because you like the idea of remembrance of thoughts you’re willing to think more on. This is the point where, most if not all writers, slowly start losing the connection between the readers and themselves. From that point onwards, it’s selfishly more about what they want to see rather than what they want to tell. The harnesses become ineffective and so does the whole point of thinking about it.
Now, if you just step back, a little bit, you’d see that losing control over a narrative, a thought is a lot easier than holding it to let it become a story. The demerits with stories, it always feels complete when it has an end, while in reality it’s just the beginning of another one, which we controlled for the sole purpose of not draining out all the pages in the world, like this one. This one’s titled “The Title” because eventually all stories have one.
Kaushik Thinks 