An Excuse to Write
Saturday, November 13, 2004

Yawn…How come everybody’s still at home?

Shouldn’t all my aunts be haranguing the servants about everybody’s tiffin and brunch, right about now? Oh well, I’m sure they’ll find something to kick up a fuss about…

Hey! Dad’s still at home; I can talk away till lunch! Hmmm…He never bunks office…oh who cares! Better go capture him…


Why on earth is mummy bent on making sure I bathe and wash my hair? I’m sick and its not as if I’m going anywhere.

Niku bhaiya’s camped in front of the TV…shouldn’t he be at the showroom?

Papa…I was just wondering….

(sound of gears clicking in place)

Ohhhh its Diwali!

(laughter in background)

Thursday, November 11, 2004
Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success... ...Flat stretches of boring routine... ...And valleys of frustration and failure.

What more can I say? Life's been following that very sequence; only the stretches seem more familiar right now and the summits and valleys simply short abrupt breaks. Infact, contemplating about them too much, momentarily unsettles me out of my comfortable no-brainer life and I'm lost again...till I quickly shake my head, like a kid putting away bad thoughts, and continue down the same path.
"You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen, or because writing will mend something broken inside you, or bring something back to life-" - Jay Makintosh (from Blackberry Wine) I need to write. I need to rearrange and refine sentences. I want to ponder over how to put that thought in words; so that it fits in the scheme of things just so. Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day's life.

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