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Thursday, January 31, 2008

A day in the life of...

“So why don’t you blog as often as I’d like you to?” asked a friend. That’s an interesting one. I could possibly write about it. I just had to write about it. I was really excited about this one. Man! It’s brilliant! Wow!


Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs

And drank a cup
And looking up,

I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs

And had a smoke
Somebody spoke

And I went into a dream
Ah…”



I could feel some path-breaking creativity shaping up in my head, and the forms were swaying to the tunes of a Beatles number. I just had to start typing. Oh! I cannot wait anymore. Oh! The Bloody Traffic…


An hour in the traffic, which seems like a day, is spent fantasizing about what is to come. The hullabaloo of honking Hyundais and Hondas are lost on me as my mind continues working in a flip-flop mode, alternating between an inebriated writer and his martinet editor; the former conjuring up verses without a care for deadlines while the latter dissecting and transplanting words, which fail to impress.


By the time I reach home, my thoughts have elevated to great heights. It's 8 PM! No time to waste! Rush to the shower, the kettle’s heating, the system’s turned on. Time for some action! The lights are dimmed; Dizzy Gillespie plays in the background as I stare at the plain white text file. Time passes, excitement in my veins, hand-eye reflexes reach a peak, an emotional everest is conquered, and there's more, it's a creative burst in my head, and all the veins feel the impulses...and there is more...It's a thunder storm, I'm profusely sweating, yet I enjoy the moment like a walk in a teeming rain, ... oh my god! and theres more...a lightning in my mind sends electric arrows all over... my eyes are blinded by a rainbow that strike my eyelids, i shut my eyes and I see words weave themselves into sentences, sentences into paragraphs , ...into fairytales,...triggering by other senses...a foam of music fills my ears and renders a racing pulse, ... my nostrils flare up and my mouth opens to fuel the inner flames...the heart is pumping overtime like a steam engine and cannot take it anymore...oh god!...the words...the emotions...passion... ecstasy ... fervor...bliss...ah...goodness...this is life...jesus christ...the words...i need some more words ...more words...i'm running out of 'em...just some more...a little more...ahhh...THE END!

Normalcy is restored, the heart is less frantic, each breath is longer than the preceding one, the paroxysm of pleasure settles down into a mist of fulfillment, a warm glow envelops the body and lethargy obscures reality. I open my tired eyes and find the blank document stare at me, indifferently. My mind's too exhausted to start it all over again. Besides it's 2 AM. Sigh!

And this song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme


As I lay down on my bed, I realise that my thoughts and I are too detached, and the relationship, a mere one-night stand isn't good enough to procreate an idea that's worthy of being written about. Now I know why I dont blog as often as I'd like to. That being said, it's still a wonderful experience as it leaves my intellectual batteries recharged, to live at the least another day in the life of... (ahem!) yours truly.

10 comments:

Swapnil said...

Loved the description of the reactions to writing, from inspiration to culmination...

amrit said...

I'll make sure not to ask you this question... ever.

Priyanka said...

Hiya. My first visit to your blog and am already digging through your archives. Love your style of writing. Wish I had found your blog earlier. You are bookmarked and feeded now, so I won't be missing out on any post. Oh, and the blog name is simply awesome!!

Sudhir pai said...

@ swapnil: I was really wondering if it didn't out to be as good as I'd imagined. Thanks for the encouraging words, bro!

Sudhir pai said...

@amrit: ha ha ha! It does serve as a statuary warning does it not.[:P]

Sudhir pai said...

@priyanka: [:)] welcome to my world priyanka!

CLS said...

@amrit
i'm the one who asked the question :P

@sudhir
i was wondering how you managed to get 6 comments on a post when I never seem to get any and then realized 3 are your own :P

nice post. thank you :-)

Sudhir pai said...

Is CLS the goddess?
he he!

Sandeep said...

Hehehe...Nice compostion Pai..Set it to somethin on the lines of Me and Julio down by the schoolyars ..and ud be making some dough..Ofcourse i'd still use P2P to download it but its the feeling that counts :)

Victor Guerra said...

I liked your SoP. Super!