Writing a blog every Friday had become a habit .....and then one day it all stopped. My friends kept asking ..waz up dude?..and frankly I think , though i am loathe to say it ..I lost my angst..Just Like that..it caught a plane, packed it's bags and on a one way ticket left. I missed it , how i missed it , in between the midnight hours..i tried to concoct it ..but it never came back
Blog writing in my opinion,happens when you build so many walls around you that to explain each of them away ,u write ..it happens when life is complicated and the answers to most things bob in front of you like the little blurbs which form when you squint at the sun ..
When life unfolds in a happy tune in your head what do u write about ?
..You just dont care anymore about..recession..u are living in it ,why wallow more .?..bosses-they are still alive , why say more..?Mother..at a distance..moving on.........
World Politics..Election, French Open,Aussie Indian strife..all get internalised over the morning paper and tea...they dont make me rant , rave or go on morcha..or write.
Looking back ,i can classify every rite of passage ,from one hysterical high point to another..from one obesession and belief to another..and now..for the first time in my 32 years ..peace has come home...in a blue knapsack
So you never know when you have it good and u never know when you loose the good..
but if you get a bit of a day when u can put your feet up, thank god you dont have to dash off to do anything, when your faculties still work and everyone around you ...is breathing easy...you stop reading Woodehouse and live it...
Keep it simple ,is a much undervalued proposition.. ...look forward to your next cup of tea, your next page to read, your next laugh, your next meal , your next vacation and the quiet smile of companionship from the old lamp on the table.
