“Hi! My invisible, nonexistent, imaginary readers!
(And oh yess! I do acknowledge your presence as well, my dear forced readers)”
This is how I started this post some five days back while in office. My mind is just sooooo full of thoughts. (But then, is this not always the case?) Anyways, after realising that I had been away from the blogging world since too long, I was desperate to make a return and wanted to do it with a bang. I dreamt of writing a piece titled ‘I am back’.
While I was at it, I read a news paper article about how number of bloggers was dwindling with the increasing popularity of tweeters and facebookers. The article had compared statistics of 2006 with 2010 and since I had chanced upon blogging in 2010 only, therefore I thought about penning down my ‘counterview’ on this issue. I started the ‘bhumika’ of this article, however while the first para was still in its infancy, the right combination of mood+time began to elude me. As time continued to pass, more and more ideas started getting a foothold on my mind’s platform. After moulding perceptions by giving peep view of snaps of my balcony view and enjoying a pleasant (though not warm) afternoon therein, I decided to shift the focus of my ‘big’ article to the musings that had thus resulted. However, once again laziness conquered all and yet another day came to a close without the article doing the same.
The above event log finally brings me to ‘my current situation’. First of all a piece of information: today is 14th February 2011. Technically, it is the seventh Valentine’s Day of our life ever since we became ‘we’ and also our ‘two month’ marriage anniversary, if we decide to celebrate that. However, reality bites. Well right now, I am not exactly feeling let down or anything. In fact, I have become quite used to the concept of no V day celebrations. Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t embraced the ‘anti v day campaign’ as such. It’s just that ever since we became a couple, we have never had a chance to be free and together on February the 14th. Very frankly, since I have never tasted it, therefore I never miss it as such.
That said, it doesn’t mean that the vexing ways of the great IR fail to irritate me. Don’t term me biased, instead please evaluate my point rationally; were they laying the foundation of the great Gymkhana or were they starting the conspiracy against any lovers there might be associated with the great Gym. Anyways, it’s an old lamentation, no use reciting it again. To think of it, I really don’t know if there is anything in particular that I would like to do to celebrate this day. Living in cities like Panipat and Gandhidham helps damsels like me. Add to it, living in remote locations, surrounded by Haryanvi fields in near about ‘dead’ townships helps the case even more. I guess if I remove television connectivity, I will not even know (forget whining) that today is anything other than a Monday which is yet another stupid day to go to office. I would have probably felt bad had I spent the day in a metro like city where the malls and markets would probably be a shade of red and heart shaped red balloons would be hanging decoratively from the ceilings of the restaurants.
Anyways, imagination is a pretty tricky thing. Within moments, it can take us on long flights and then with an equal ease drop us on ground with a singular ‘thud’. So let me not give wings to mine. The list of ‘what if’s is endless and that of facts is very concise. The fact remains, had Aks and I been together right now, then that would have added to my happiness as well as to another reason for ‘no post today as well’. To say the least, at times, to reconcile to one’s fate is perhaps the best decision to make. :D
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