A New Crisis: Drone Days

I have been staring at the monitor for the past ten minutes now. Really.

My mind's been all over the place lately and I can't pin down one thought, much less an idea so I can start jotting down things. There were a lot of events which happened, by the way, this week. We celebrated the World AIDS day with a lot of hype and fun, we had a party for staff who were leaving the project, and --- after so many weeks of being here in Manipur, I was at last, able to climb the prayer mountain. I had sex. That of course, would depend on how one would define sex, but in my own little vocabulary, I had sex.

I would have written about any of those things, but I can't. Now, I am capitalizing on my mediocrity. You say funny, but I think it is pathetic! I know I am not Hemingway or Capote, even the court joker for that matter, but for someone who loves to write, this is un heard of!

I woke up this morning fine --- having slept for more than 9 hours (I sleep for only 4-5 hours daily, FYI). I woke up good, even making myself some nice omelet and instant coffee (I would have loved to have brewed coffee, but I was a bit lazy). I went to church thereafter. I became bored with what the priest was saying so I ended up toying with my thing --- my mobile. I left the church even before the communion and wandered about town singing to Macy Gray on my ipod.

I was walking and singing with a little rain on my face, a draft here and there - Macy Gray booming "I try"on the phones.

Is this the moment I am dreading? The moment of wanton emptiness? The thoughtless hours spent moaning on things I could have written and said? Am I becoming a bee, a drone, a zombie, a lemming?

Are things becoming so routinely sick?

I need to get out of here then!

Groaning like a sick goat, I lounge for the computer and started looking at the screen. I didn't have the epiphany - I was far from that, but I was able to type things down. Not much, but it was a start.

I know you want me to talk about me having sex and all, but I won't. I am not the kiss and tell sorts. The kiss maybe, but definitely not the tell type. Not if you buy me beer. Loads of that! I have the belly to spare now, because I seemed to have lost some waist size (Yep.... I am down to size 30 from size 34!!! Eat your heart out Jackie Lou Blanco!). A feat I believe worthy of more beer!

Successfully, I was able to get throught the void and was able to make this whimsical nonsense. I don't know if Hemmingway had the same issues as I had. Writing I mean. Not some other things like fishing or sex.

The thing is I finished this post for the heck of writing one and aint that great?

I am here to stay. Now.