Scribbles by an insomniac..I

Sitting here in a boring room...just another rainy Sunday afternoon..
Well neither is it raining nor is it Sunday, it's around 1230 AM Wednesday in India...yeah do the mental arithmetic, its past midnight, and I am sitting on this stiff chair like an owl sitting on a stripped down tree and pondering over the relevance of the "Lemon Tree" song, from which i picked up the opening line of this monologue; a blog, the writer/blogger of which doesn't even know when is he going to end it is going to be one hell of a mess, hope it's not as messy as I'm percieving it to be...

Tonight is one of those nights when the mood to write is there in full bloom but the workworn body wants to take this ass straight back to bed, gottaget up early tomorrow...oops..today morning you see, so how come am I still writing? Listening to music of course; something that makes me forget everything..when head is full of Nirvana, Floyd and Led Zep at around 1 at night, creativity gets on the winning side...

So why am I writing this? that some of you would read in the future...the answer is simple, just like that...

Ok, all set, guess I've overcome the overwhelming grief and sorrow of losing a pair of black pants today evening (well I don't know when did I lose those, it's just that I realized this heartbreaking fact today), leaving me with just one unwashed pair for the office and empty pockets that makes me totally incapable of filling up the void that my deceased and departed black pants have left behind.
Another thing I've overcome, or so I suppose is the initial shock of coming point blank infront of my EX at my work place, I'd rather have dropped dead, decayed and eaten by vultures than talking to her, and I have this strong feeling that she was/is thinking the same. Tommorrow I'd go prepared...with a brown paper bag with two holes for eyes, to wear it when I see her and pretend that she won't recognise me (I love the ostrich way, put the head in sand and hope that the hunter has departed)

So am I writing because of these two unbearable shocks...well I don't think so, but there is no reason to write..you just write when you feel like.

It's been a month 4 days and 1 hour since I landed in Pune for some Godforsaken project work and well nightmares don't end as fast as the Chicken McGrill at McDs does, so I'm still here.
Not that it's a bad place or I was at some amazing places prior to this dastardly mission( the ones they show in ads, remember Malaysiaaaa truly Asia ones), it's just that things have come to a standstill...haven't picked up a new song on guitar for a while, haven't performed or jammed with the band...named "RudraX" for the curious, haven't been dating anyone for a while...all in all life is being at it's boring best at the moment.

Any consolation at work?? yeah right, looking at my superiors in the project earning big bucks, I've learnt that it's possible to earn without knowing much of anything...did I say much? remove that "much of" and read the sentence again, some of my fellow sufferrers would totally concur with what i'm hinting at...

When you look at yourself in the mirror or a two way glass or just at yourself, have you ever felt that this is not what you wanted to be, this is not what you are supposed to be doing, this is not the kind of work for which the creator wasted his precious energy and resources...well if you haven't, either you are doing exactly what you were meant to be doing(the probability is pretty low) or you are ignorant about yourself, naah don't be sorry; see I categorize the people in the following categories, along with their happiness index.
1. You know what you must be doing and you are doing just that-----Very Happy
2. You know what you must be doing but you are not doing that------Absolutely Miserable
3. You don't know what you are supposed to be doing------Very Happy

1 and 3 are a happy lot, it's the category 2 people who feel low either from time to time or all the time, depends on how forgetful one is.
I won't go into the details of what I think I must've been and what I'm at the moment, would just wait and watch...hope I ascend to Categ 1.

Sigh, now my ass wants to divorce me and go to bed, anyway ManU v/s Villareal has started so would watch that; you guys sleep tight tonight too, the same way you slept when I was typing this headless tailless chunk of words....might get a pang tommorrow and write a continuation to this so keep checking, if you are even a nano bit as insane as I am...