inspiration

I find myself wondering where I could get inspiration from, inspiration to write. It seems as though sometimes I forget that I know where I can get it from.

A natural spring out of which inspiration flows in my mind, and perhaps my body, is music. I have always connected with music. When music speaks to me then I get moved by it. It's the same way with soundtracks, which is why I enjoy some of them so much. When music speaks to me it seems to get my juices flowing. Now I have to find a way to channel it into my writing.

I just watched So You Think You Can Dance, and for the first time, finally, they had a Bollywood routine. I loved it. The music is very moving. The first time I encountered and was moved by it was when I saw Inside Man where the opening song not only surprised me, but I think a lot of people were surprised to hear it, as it seemed out of place almost. By out of place I mean I have not seen it in an American film. Chaiyya Chaiyaa is the name of that song. The song from the show today is called Dhoom Taana by 'Om Shanti Om'.

About the story that I want to start and finish over a number of posts should start now. I might as well give it a try. In order to not be out of the blue, I will prepare you, the reader or the blog, by putting a maximum of 15 lines between two lines such as this:

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at the end of a post.

So here goes, an attempt at a random, seemingly unimportant, story.

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Monday morning, about 07:45 AM. For the first time in years, Markus a 27 year old young professional, makes use of public transportation. He sits on the 64 bus next to an older lady who has placed her handbag on her lap. Dressed in his newly purchased, black suit and tie, Markus seems uneasy as more and more people get on the bus. It has been years since he's been on a bus. Every since he finished school he swore he would never be caught dead on a bus. Today he did not have a choice but he's been dreading it ever since last night. The idea of having to use public transportation gives him an uneasy feeling. Clutching to his briefcase his eyes wander around the bus, feeling out all the strangers with his eyes. He looks awkward in his seat, but the lady next to him does not seem to notice. As it begins to drizzle on the window next to him, the lady reaches into her purse and starts looking for something. She can't seem to find it. Markus get anxious and watches her search through her purse. He can't believe she can't find what she's looking for in a freaking purse. How hard can it be?
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OK, it's 17 lines. I will try to keep the next one at 13; to catch up with my self-implemented system.