I feel this strange, some would call, volcanic urge to start writing. It is the queerest of things and I have experienced it many a times before but never with this intensity. Maybe it has something to do with how terrible life is right now. How absolute opposite to how I planned it; how I am sitting right here with my laptop settled on my folded legs, staring fixatedly at the blank screen watching life get by, watching life happen as I stare and stare…
In the beginning, I transported this amazing energy towards writing emails to a naraz (annoyed) friend but that does not seem to be working because I did not get any response back. And I might just digress here a little and say how absolutely annoying it is that gmail does not have the option of sending and receiving ‘read’ receipts. At least that gives one reason to breath; your email was read, even if not replied to. It was read, it was read, relax, breath. This means that the option of replying to this email is in the air somewhere and all the receipient has to do is grab it and he just might any time soon. Wistful thinking, sometime but at least you are not left in a limbo. At least you are not left to wonder whether they got the email or not, whether they bothered opening it or not, whether they trashed it before even opening it or not…
… So yes, the emailing thing did not work. It did not do anything to this need, this, this urge that is making me keep on typing and typing and typing even if it is words forming of their own accord without any purpose.
I always used to wonder why people found the need to express everything, every feeling that they have, when they have it. It is annoying, take facebook for example: “I am going to shower today”, “Its cloudy/raining/sunny/breezy outside”, “Having food now”, “Will break in 5 mins”, “Feeling very happy/sad/depressed/funny/great”… All these and more, statuses upon statuses, posts upon posts… how is the redundancy of such expressions lost upon these people? But I find myself doing exactly that right now; rambling incessantly about nothing-in-particular. Makes me think of a child with his eyes shut running his pencil round and round and round a paper without revealing any signs of getting tired or bored or motivated enough to stop….
Didn’t I promise myself I won’t ramble on this blog. Someone once said if you want to stop rambling, think with your head, not your mouth. (My fingers are the metaphorical mouth here, ofcourse).
So yeah.
I’m gonna go try that. Right this minute. Or, just go back to work (which I should have been doing in the first place), or attend that meeting I’m supposed to attend or send reminders to people I’m supposed to send or give a verbal bashing to my intern who confidently ignores my ’order’s or… See what I mean about not being able to stop.
God!!!
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