yeah, almost 2 months had passed since the last post, but
then it doesn't matter, does it?
many a ideas came by and then went away before i could catch
hold of them.
i seem to be at a loss for words. abstraction doesn't seem
to be effortless anymore.
so what should i talk about? the few movies that i managed
to watch or the many many more that i ought to have watched but haven't?
the book that i bought 2 months ago but whose first page is
still waiting to be discovered? or the many other books that were gifted to me
over the past year which have been patiently waiting for their turn, in a line
on the only filled shelf in my room?
or the busy days that seem to pass by in a hurry, but each
day lingering long enough to proclaim that nothing much was achieved in it?
and on a unrelated note (not that most of the statements
above have any clear relations within them), i realise i haven't been blogging
much about my work, or my life here ....
why? perhaps because it is all good with nothing much to
crib about, yet not extraordinary enough to entitle a discourse?
i realised i had forgotten to think. caught up in the grinds
of the quickly passing days filled with something to do or postpone all the
time, i haven't been giving enough time to the so called inner self.
as i have heard before, one's thoughts are one's most
private and quintessential belongings. most inseparable and absolutely
unobtainable by others. at least for now, until technology finds a way i guess
:).
