I am sitting here listening to some music thinking of what to write. I have been thinking about it for quite some time now. Days, in fact. It’s been what – a good month since I last wrote? Yet, I don’t know from where to begin. I just don’t. And further, where do I go from there?
The US Senator John McCain, after losing the 2008 US Presidential elections, had this often repeated joke when asked about his reactions to the defeat. I wish to tell you the same: that ever since the results, “I have been sleeping like a baby. Sleep two hours, wake up and cry. Sleep two hours, wake up and cry.” But that won’t be true. Nah, for in my case, I have been sleeping a lot more than usual. My sleep cycle is actually quite disturbed. I have always been a night owl, so I am generally all good with late night prowls, but even for me this has been crazy. I am waking up at odd hours. Sometimes at the edge of the evening even, far beyond the dusk. And something about it doesn’t feel right.
I also feel somewhat numb. I am a bit lackadaisical about stuff – even with things that I deeply care about. And it’s not that I haven’t had good experiences. Indeed, I have had amazing experiences: I have beamed at my brother’s convocation, have had engaging conversations with friends, have tasted diversely delicious food, received a panoply of postcards; I have seen a live cricket match at the Wankhede (yes, the one in which South Africa went crazy!), witness a brilliant Taiwanese Opera, visited a UNESCO World Heritage Site; and a lot lot more; all in the last twenty odd days. Still, there is this blahness about me which now runs as a default.
I am unable to do stuff. I have all these ideas that I wish to work upon. Yet, I am not working on them. Even to me, they are threatening to become mere pipe dreams. And I am livid about it. Still, I am not doing anything. Nothing at all.
I find myself in this vortex of sorts. This disgustingly deplorable vortex wherein each day I promise myself to do better – to be better – and by the end of it, the promise gets postponed for the next day where the same nonsense repeats itself and then again and then again. It has to stop. Oh yes, it has to!
I figure a part of the problem is also in my desire to get things right before I begin. I don’t know what this getting it right is all about but I still want to get so. As if that is how I’ll get through this mess that I find myself in, only that I am getting deeper and deeper into it. I am now thinking that all of these whimsical ideas of procrastination and getting it right and what not are but manifestations of my being caught up in the vortex.
All of which ends today.
I think I am just going to begin. Right or not. I am sick and tired of all this moping business. I have had enough. I just can’t do it anymore. I just can’t.
See you on the other side of this vortex. Hopefully today itself. Hopefully really soon.