Time out

When was the last time you called up your mom and chatted with her at length? When was the last time you slept like a log without having to worry about work, family and other pressures ticking in your head? I haven’t in a really long time. Whenever my mom calls up, I always come to the point and we discuss the matter at hand and leave it that. If she calls up at night, Im too pooped to have a proper conversation. Why? Actually I don’t wanna know, or maybe I know but don’t wanna acknowledge it. Certain people reading this will happily say a “I told you so”.

Yesterday, I wanted to wish my best friend on her birthday and wanted to stay awake to wish her at 12. It was necessary cuz she’s in the US since the last year and getting to wish her over the phone when it’s 12 for both of us is a rarity. But, as the sandman visited me much earlier, I was out like a light. Morn came and I made a mental note to call her on my way to work. Got to work and called her up but her phone was switched off. Kept calling her for about 2 hours after which I thought I’d try later after I finish some work. Biiig mistake. I remembered only this morn, when it was too late.

I realised that this is a phenomenon that is happening just too lately. Im in no mood to socialise or do anything that I used to like. Read a book – not today, im tired. Listen to music, yeah when Im traveling. Meet friends after work? Nope, Im tired. Call up a friend and have a meaningless conversation and laugh – no mood

It’s not that I work like a donkey or don’t have time. Maybe my priorities have changed and I have begun to think that everything else can wait. Prioritising has taken the drivers seat in my life, and more often than not, what I truly enjoy is snoring in the backseat. Its time I wake myself up and smell anything but coffee. Maybe some lemonade or some milkshake for a change?

For the first time…

Here’s welcoming myself into the world of blogging. Many a times I have been tempted to start a blog but have procrastinated about it as usual. My usual excuse was “Writing is my job. You want me to write some more? Maybe some other day when I am free.”

The free bit never happened and  the delay stretched on for ages. My first attempt at a blog was a pathetic excuse. I created it and forgot about it completely. Chanced upon it today and pitied its sorry state. From my first bus ride in Bangalore to when I was feeling pensive, I have been greatly inspired to start my blog, but when it came to doing the deed, my fingers went numb, or were caught up keying in some story or the other. With all the jhamelas in my head, I never felt a sane moment to actually feel what I was going through and key it in in my blog. today is no different, but today is also when I overcame the block and got down to writing, however random my thoughts are. Actually, I have to thank Bina for inspiring me to start my blog. Read her blog one day and pinged her saying it was a nice read and she asked me why I didn’t do the same. Gave her my share of excuses, but her statement of “start one today. IT is simple,” piqued my interest and here I am. This one is for you Bina. I hope I stay true to my initiatve and write regularly, however inane or mundane my posts may be.