‘Sometimes words are hard to find,
I’m looking for that perfect line,
To let you know.......’
plays the Bryan Adams number on my player as the rain begins to pick up more than gentle pace, forcing me to rush to a nearby coffee shop for cover. The cool breeze and the weather in b’lore is back in full glory (for now).. and the smell of rain, like every other time, stirs me up to do all that is simply out of this world (read otherworldly!) while i settle myself in a corner outdoors.
In fact if you were one of them sitting around and watching me right then, you’d be sure i was a lunatic grinning to himself, with the feet tapping to the song so obvious I could’ve advertised for Woodland’s right then. My head meanwhile as always, was scheming of things like which song I’d play once back home, what food to gorge on, what SeQueL to work on tomorrow(!!) and what next I’d post on my blog, if at all.
The urge to write was sudden and after so long! ( for how much more long is more important though)
And so with a fury of inspiration I thumped the Dell notebook( actual notebook with paper) on my table and turned my bag upside down to search for a pen next, only to finally settle for a marker. A marker where the font size of its text replica on MS word would be 42.
Five minutes into it and I caught a few stealing glances at me. Staring rather! Long enough for me to eventually realize how loudly I was singing along while i was sincerely penning my thoughts with the marker . The waiter too joined in the stare when he came with the spinach corn sandwich. I didnt care and stared back with an even bigger grin!
‘What do I write now’ popped the question
‘About nothing’ came the answer
‘ No dude.. not philosophy again’
‘Yeh gadha yahaan apne aap mein tabse kya badbadaa rahaa hai’ came the stare now from a Punjabi aunty sitting adjacent with her super cute kid and hubby.
To blog or not to blog was the question and unsurprisingly, the answer never came.
I decided to go for the 'to blog' option, for the third time now if I may say. The first time was a disaster. I penned a post about how I was going to start a blog and something else & they were the only posts. The last one was a more successful venture in it that it was a poem understood by none including me and appreciated by all. But the web log was almost given the axe (saw what I did there!) ever since I started work, where I was at the mercy of the all that happens once you start working – basically nothing!
I decide to take my leave in another half hour,forgetting to pay the bill. I walk in solitude, get drenched in the showers, to be reminded of some girl who had once mentioned that I looked super sexy when I’m drenched in the rain. I pondered if I should catch a rick now and land up at her doorstep right away. Aiyyo!
And so this virtual third attempt at a new web log post stems from an intent to use this as a plank from which I can comment on all sundry things - be it Forest Gump, Branches of Mathematics or Woodhouse. There is no point birching about the past attempts. Its time to turn over a new leaf I say!‘When you want it,
When you need it,
You’ll always get the best of me’
I’m looking for that perfect line,
To let you know.......’
plays the Bryan Adams number on my player as the rain begins to pick up more than gentle pace, forcing me to rush to a nearby coffee shop for cover. The cool breeze and the weather in b’lore is back in full glory (for now).. and the smell of rain, like every other time, stirs me up to do all that is simply out of this world (read otherworldly!) while i settle myself in a corner outdoors.
In fact if you were one of them sitting around and watching me right then, you’d be sure i was a lunatic grinning to himself, with the feet tapping to the song so obvious I could’ve advertised for Woodland’s right then. My head meanwhile as always, was scheming of things like which song I’d play once back home, what food to gorge on, what SeQueL to work on tomorrow(!!) and what next I’d post on my blog, if at all.
The urge to write was sudden and after so long! ( for how much more long is more important though)
And so with a fury of inspiration I thumped the Dell notebook( actual notebook with paper) on my table and turned my bag upside down to search for a pen next, only to finally settle for a marker. A marker where the font size of its text replica on MS word would be 42.
Five minutes into it and I caught a few stealing glances at me. Staring rather! Long enough for me to eventually realize how loudly I was singing along while i was sincerely penning my thoughts with the marker . The waiter too joined in the stare when he came with the spinach corn sandwich. I didnt care and stared back with an even bigger grin!
‘What do I write now’ popped the question
‘About nothing’ came the answer
‘ No dude.. not philosophy again’
‘Yeh gadha yahaan apne aap mein tabse kya badbadaa rahaa hai’ came the stare now from a Punjabi aunty sitting adjacent with her super cute kid and hubby.
To blog or not to blog was the question and unsurprisingly, the answer never came.
I decided to go for the 'to blog' option, for the third time now if I may say. The first time was a disaster. I penned a post about how I was going to start a blog and something else & they were the only posts. The last one was a more successful venture in it that it was a poem understood by none including me and appreciated by all. But the web log was almost given the axe (saw what I did there!) ever since I started work, where I was at the mercy of the all that happens once you start working – basically nothing!
I decide to take my leave in another half hour,forgetting to pay the bill. I walk in solitude, get drenched in the showers, to be reminded of some girl who had once mentioned that I looked super sexy when I’m drenched in the rain. I pondered if I should catch a rick now and land up at her doorstep right away. Aiyyo!
And so this virtual third attempt at a new web log post stems from an intent to use this as a plank from which I can comment on all sundry things - be it Forest Gump, Branches of Mathematics or Woodhouse. There is no point birching about the past attempts. Its time to turn over a new leaf I say!‘When you want it,
When you need it,
You’ll always get the best of me’
Good one! Love the pinch of humor in your sentences. :D One gets to almost visualize the entire scene taking place; rain, waiter, punjabi aunty et al.
ReplyDeleteThird attempt... Yeah, 3 sounds like a good no. that finally might make stuff happen.
(P.S - Now, you writing on "Why 3 seems a lucky no.?" is what shouldnt be happening ;))
love the candidness of your writing!!
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