The trickiest part of taking a break from writing is finding the right words to break the silence. What if you've lost the ability? What if you trip over your own self-consciousness? Perhaps, these words would never have been written if I wasn't battling 'copywriter's block', and needed to empty out. In a way, cut a vein, and let it all bleed out.
Intense, huh? But that's a pretty accurate word to describe life lately. Intense. Kilimanjaro was ticked off the list three months ago, but there are some bits of that experience that don't fit comfortably. And then there was the onerous exercise of moving house followed by the even more formidable task of setting up house. Again, intense. Some other changes too - people moving away, new priorities, new challenges. Too much 'new'.
One of these days, we'll find that elusive balance. One of these days, we'll stop living inside our head. One of these days...
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
You know it's a new year when...
... you can't find a single empty treadmill at the gym.
Long live resolutions.
Long live resolutions.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
what would you like?
i'd like
to
live in
a place
where
leaves
turn
yellow
and red
and
fall in
soft
heaps
i'd like
a room
with
a
view of
mountains
tall
silent
ones
i'd like
white
wicker
furniture
and
kettles
and
shelves
lots of
shelves
i'd like
a
day
with
no
to do
lists
or
chores
or ringing
phones
or
thoughts
of tomorrow
i'd like
mint tea
by
the window
with
golden light
peeking in
and
a bird
or
two
stopping by
for
a chat
i'd like
to
pore over
old photographs
or read
old letters
which i
always
said
i'd read
someday
I'd like
that
i
sure
would
to
live in
a place
where
leaves
turn
yellow
and red
and
fall in
soft
heaps
i'd like
a room
with
a
view of
mountains
tall
silent
ones
i'd like
white
wicker
furniture
and
kettles
and
shelves
lots of
shelves
i'd like
a
day
with
no
to do
lists
or
chores
or ringing
phones
or
thoughts
of tomorrow
i'd like
mint tea
by
the window
with
golden light
peeking in
and
a bird
or
two
stopping by
for
a chat
i'd like
to
pore over
old photographs
or read
old letters
which i
always
said
i'd read
someday
I'd like
that
i
sure
would
Thursday, November 01, 2007
October checklist
Return from Bombay without excess baggage - check
Get upgraded to Business Class on the flight - check
Smuggle common cold viruses into Dubai which torment for weeks - check
Mark blog anniversary - check
Start the gym - check
Get back in touch with a friend I'd always want to get in touch with - check
Go on a somewhat interesting date - check
Fix and service car - check
Get lost when dropping and picking up car from service station - check
Try out two new recipes - check
Neglect blog - check
Write out goals and plans - check
There, always helps to make a checklist. Haven't given up on the diary, Parmanu, it was just taking a while and encouraging procrastination. One of these days...
Get upgraded to Business Class on the flight - check
Smuggle common cold viruses into Dubai which torment for weeks - check
Mark blog anniversary - check
Start the gym - check
Get back in touch with a friend I'd always want to get in touch with - check
Go on a somewhat interesting date - check
Fix and service car - check
Get lost when dropping and picking up car from service station - check
Try out two new recipes - check
Neglect blog - check
Write out goals and plans - check
There, always helps to make a checklist. Haven't given up on the diary, Parmanu, it was just taking a while and encouraging procrastination. One of these days...
Friday, September 14, 2007
It’s a good day for singing the blues
My perfect weekend morning would unfold like this:
* Waking up anytime between 7 & 8. No alarm. Just eyelids fluttering open to catch the sunbeams peeking in through the curtains.
* A mug of steaming, bitter green tea, which sends wake up signals to still dozy brain cells
* Curtains tied to allow the sunbeams a free rein over the room
* An hour of the Morning Pages – a spiritual, magical journey
* Classical music while I tidy up the place
* Checking up on to do lists.
* Launching forth into the weekend
Did all of that today, except that Classical Music just didn’t feel right today. It was time for the Blues. BB King and Tracy Chapman:The Thrill is gone, Gary Moore: The Healer, Robert Cray: You’re gonna need me, Lonnie Brooks: Say goodbye to the blues....
Just the kind of soundtrack for life right now. Thoughts uncurl and unspool and fly around the room looking for an exit…
* You can hold all the pieces of the puzzle, but if no one wants them, you’re holding onto nothing.
* Knowing the answers can be as painful as not knowing
* Reality is always, always, more bizarre, unpredictable and random than fiction.
Either that, or we just overdid the Blues.
* Waking up anytime between 7 & 8. No alarm. Just eyelids fluttering open to catch the sunbeams peeking in through the curtains.
* A mug of steaming, bitter green tea, which sends wake up signals to still dozy brain cells
* Curtains tied to allow the sunbeams a free rein over the room
* An hour of the Morning Pages – a spiritual, magical journey
* Classical music while I tidy up the place
* Checking up on to do lists.
* Launching forth into the weekend
Did all of that today, except that Classical Music just didn’t feel right today. It was time for the Blues. BB King and Tracy Chapman:The Thrill is gone, Gary Moore: The Healer, Robert Cray: You’re gonna need me, Lonnie Brooks: Say goodbye to the blues....
Just the kind of soundtrack for life right now. Thoughts uncurl and unspool and fly around the room looking for an exit…
* You can hold all the pieces of the puzzle, but if no one wants them, you’re holding onto nothing.
* Knowing the answers can be as painful as not knowing
* Reality is always, always, more bizarre, unpredictable and random than fiction.
Either that, or we just overdid the Blues.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Just logging on...
... to check if our new wireless internet connection is good to go.
Check, cheque, cheik.
Check, cheque, cheik.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Weekend checklist
* Watch Hairspray - check
* Get stuck for an hour in the car park of Deira City Centre - check
* Wear headgear consisting of red cabbage, baby tomatoes and carrots - check
* Wrestle with food processor - check
* Get wireless internet connection at home - check
* Get wireless internet connection which doesn't work - check
* Get a hair trim - check
* Don Ma Leela robes and dispense gratuitous advice - check
* Spend every last dirham in wallet and spare change wallet - check
* Leave wallet in T's place - check
* Help ex-flatmate to move to new quarters - check
* Drive on an empty fuel tank - check
* Drink a mug of toddy - check
* Swear never to drink bottled toddy again because it is S.O.U.R - check
* Drop into church - check
* Update blog - check :-)
* Get stuck for an hour in the car park of Deira City Centre - check
* Wear headgear consisting of red cabbage, baby tomatoes and carrots - check
* Wrestle with food processor - check
* Get wireless internet connection at home - check
* Get wireless internet connection which doesn't work - check
* Get a hair trim - check
* Don Ma Leela robes and dispense gratuitous advice - check
* Spend every last dirham in wallet and spare change wallet - check
* Leave wallet in T's place - check
* Help ex-flatmate to move to new quarters - check
* Drive on an empty fuel tank - check
* Drink a mug of toddy - check
* Swear never to drink bottled toddy again because it is S.O.U.R - check
* Drop into church - check
* Update blog - check :-)
Thursday, September 06, 2007
A terse verse
It's time to leave
But a post is due
Can't turn back now
No, just won't do
The page is blank
The mind, likewise
Maybe it's because
We lunched on fries
The weekend beckons
Gotta go, gotta go
So we'll be back
With a real post tomorrow
But a post is due
Can't turn back now
No, just won't do
The page is blank
The mind, likewise
Maybe it's because
We lunched on fries
The weekend beckons
Gotta go, gotta go
So we'll be back
With a real post tomorrow
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