It's been a week since I finished my exams. They had gone quite well, so there was no reason to feel bad about them. The results will not be out before a month. So, neither do I have the immediate tension of an upcoming 'Judgment Day'. Hence, it is that phase when there is no pressure to study, no pressure to prepare my parents for an apocalyptic mark sheet...all in all, no pressure to move around and do anything. So, I have religiously devoured a dozen of erotica and thrillers, spent half a night completing the novel 'Na Hanyate' by Maitreyi Devi (only to end up researching on Mircea Eliad for the remaining half), have tried studying extracurricular stuff, spent whole days and nights on Facebook, read up lists of everything ranging from '5 Groundbreaking Scientific explanations of a virgin birth' to '26 Great methods that would prevent you from Farting during sex!' ...and...
I HAVE FINALLY GOT BORED.
I know they say that a jobless mind is the nest of some kind of a mythical villain, so I was kind of worried about keeping my mind jobless. Then, I remembered that I had resolved this New Year that I would write, sincerely and perseveringly. Deciding to work on that vow, I sat in front of my monitor, kept looking at the lighted screen and nothing...absolutely nothing enlightened my mind. I surfed across the waves and tides of all the creations all over the web, the novelblogs,the comicblogs, the sexblogs,the personaldiaryblogs, the photoblogs, the whiningblogs, the reassuranceblogs,the self-helpblogs....they are like a never ending bubbling blurping hotspring of words and emotions. It seemed that everyone is writing out there. Everyone has something to say,something to show. It is like everything has been already written down at least a zillion times over! So, finally...I am back to the good ol' question that haunts wannabe writers in their cold nights of loneliness, "to write or not to write". So, till I find something worth writing about and that no one has talked about before, I'll keep searching undauntedly. Till then, let that hot spring flourish. After all, "One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you alright?"
