Serendipity of Nonsense

Earthen floors, maybe clay even. Lamplight, flickering but not eerie, casting warm shadows on uneven stone walls, smooth to the touch nevertheless. Inside the room, the lamp makes everything yellow, orange, amber, brown. Its light is bright enough to make the outlines of the objects in the room visible, but not bright enough for individual colours, textures, to be seen clearly. A thin curtain separates this little oasis of light from the rest of the world. Outside, the night hasn't yet surrendered to dawn and the sky and the world shift between shades of blue, as if uncertain whether it's time for light or darkness. There are no trees outside, only bare mountains, rock and stone, but beautiful in a hard way and not inhospitable. Inside, on the cool floor, a cold breeze rippling across the room, I sit cross-legged , covered with some kind of dark, woollen shawl or robe, only my face uncovered as I drink hot, spicy, unfamiliar tea through a small earthen  pot. ...

An hour ago a good friend ' S'  was talking to me about this phenomenon called the Midnight Blah! (Now don't Google search, you may land in a thatch of no hay.)  It is what happens to you sometime late after midnight, after you have played several games of Angry Birds, read the funnies and the news in many a e-papers, glanced through a few blogs, of course stalked each of those hot faces on Facebook, scanned your instant messenger and done everything possible to keep yourself occupied in the marked absence of real world. Today, one of many such nights, writer that I claim to be, I am venting my angst against boredom by writing about it. Please forgive me. To this you would be happy to hear, the friends i was praising yesterday, one of them said I should write anonymously because I am not fit to live and write simultaneously in this world. Like, I never knew that! There is something tragic about boredom. I mean, there ...

I wanted to tell you that how my life is full of random moments. Why? because it's a better thing to start than saying "yes! I am back again" Yet again .  Well, it doesn't take the wits of a rocket scientist to figure out that this blog has been dysfunctional for quite some time now - very much close to FIVE months. And I have no idea why did I stop scribbling on this blog and when? It just happened. Like falling out of love. Somewhere it felt like a chore and I grudgingly dragged my feet along. all so much so that I did keep up the charade of constantly reminding myself that such a space existed and my regular readers (yes! you can laugh to that) would be missing me. With time, washed away many disillusions, for no one actually missed my constant banter.  That is what pushed this space into an existential crisis and I had no time to figure out answer to any of the questions it asked.  Now that I have explained well about my absence, does this cou...

Its funny how its becoming a sore chore to put things up here. Spilling out paragraphs of utter nonsense is not as easy as it sounds. And hell NO! I am not dead yet, although i very much would love to be. - - - - - - On the contrary, that sounds suicidal, so just hold on. I am not dead yet.

I apologize for the long hiatus from the deepest and farthest corner of my heart, where the blood is gushing from lower ventricle to upper ventricle, with a deep sense of guilt and regret to all my readers (if there are any :p). I am sorry to have gone into hibernation without any prior notice. I know this was a huge phase and it waas verry enlightening for me and my environment. I fell in love, with myself, with my life!  I sang in love, my heart bungee jumped in love, I drank in love, I wrote in love, and I lived in love! I did everything that was ought to be done in love and best part : I still am doing it! I am finally out of the horrible disease called the writer's block, and I found my writing genes hidden beneath the cracks of the tectonic plates. I have a bunch of happenings, which are horribly funny and highly indigestible. So, meherban, and mere jaise kuch Shaitaan....Hold your heart, for Nonsense plans to come back! 

Its not at all funny but tragic to see how writing this post is becoming a sour chore. Indeed its not raining words and thoughts and spilling paragraph after paragraph of utter nonsense(as u may say) is not an easy task. Life are you lisetning??? Stop being such a bitch!!!. And as i get something to actually pen down, there's "ding!!"  The yahoo IM, at 5 in the morning!!!! Arrrgggh...I again got distracted. Yeaaah, so life are you still there?????? Do take a note of this. You owe me. One grrreaat job, one incredibly handome( sexy too) husband and all the demands in a typically girly girl's list. (and few more......to be added according to my mood and want variation) So, where was I? Oh ya, life's being a bitch, i got to get back and push my wheel. Whoa, cliché alert! Sorry,blogging aperture is taking its toll. Why the hell is it so hard to write these days? I am so badly suffering from   V-E-R-B-A-L Constipation Oye terri...

I have been staring at this screen for the last one hour and using the delete button more than I ever have. It's simply never happened before. Words never fail me. I usually have a million things to say and the words always flow through. Not these days. I tried more than once to write for the new year, but all in vain. I have 42 draft posts. (*ahhh....so its not that i didn't try, i just couldn't) I have a million things swimming in my head right now but the words just refuse to form. Maybe it's because I dont have one or two things to say. As I said, I have a million things. I am rambling now. Another first. So well, This post won't be the most brilliant thing ever. It's ok. I'll live. I'll settle for mediocrity, just this once. I don't know why but i have been dying to shoot out this since last few times. It is silly. I confess it is. But darn true. I just got a sms from a buddy(KV) asking coulnt i get a better theme to write on rel...