My back is much better. I’ve never really had a “back problem”, so this sudden development requires some adjustment of things. Minor things. Like an extra pillow, and the constant presence of a hot water bottle.
Some of you have mailed in and asked how I am doing. I am deeply touched. Some of you have also noticed that this blog isn’t being updated as regularly as earlier, and been astute enough to point out that the back has nothing to do with it. For a couple of months now, a drought has struck the blog.
I wave my hands about to find some glimmer of a story or the seed of a poem. I don’t find much. I don’t even feel like ranting.
The other day with DB – (someone who was in undergrad with me and makes incredible morning tea) and I were yapping about how we’ve lost our patience with conversations on the phone. Ten years back, the phone was an extended limb. The phone bills would sky rocket. Friends were called to explore the minute details of everything. They were called without purpose or intent.
That’s changed now. I cannot appear to have a phone conversation beyond five minutes without feeling mildly drained. There’s the occasional 20 minute conversation – but that’s usually with someone there’s very little chance of having a face-to-face meeting with. And yet, the conversations I have are somehow more meaningful. More funny. More sure. There’s a certain rhythm to them. They are more intuitive.
I am trying to find the same balance with this blog. Yes, there are stories in my head. There are some rants dying to be articulated. And yet, I don’t want to write here for the sake of asserting that I can still write. Conversation is not proof of existence.
I say all this, and then will post a Youtube video tomorrow. At the age of 27, you’d expect that I would take myself a bit more seriously. Nope. Not happening. :)