It’s always the very finest feeling to meet you, Mr. Reader.
How I love confiding in you the little secrets of my heart! Speaking to you
feels like being in a confession box, and our unbroken monologue offers me the
luxury of being vulnerable. “Luxury”,
because everyday reality is so demanding, accepts so less a margin of error; it
makes me wonder if our generation’s lifestyle was designed for humans at all!
Slowly my new work routine is consuming me. Sometimes it
feels like being trapped into Groundhog Day movie – I think planet Earth’s spinning
is spinning my mind too! Time is flying, Mr. Reader, time is flying mind bogglingly
fast. Hey- it’s- just-Monday-11:00 a.m.-oh-no-no-look again-it’s-Thursday-6:00
pm already! Time is running faster and quicker all the time. It only stops to
catch its breath when I start to miss my boyfriend. It always feels ages since
our last date.
And during those brief spells in a day when I am not fussing
about either my work or personal worries, I often spot myself consuming crazy
variety of information- FB feeds, blog pages, magazine articles, and viral
videos. Blame the Smartphone colonization of the planet! But it’s dizzying, you
feel like compulsive sponges of information- all the time you just absorb
information (most of which just makes you feel like a worthless life form not good enough to be consuming Oxygen off the
planet). Most of media news is hopelessly grim and disturbingly provoking-
maybe half the Indians catch high blood pressure problems from daily
consumption of Times of India articles. Add to that the constant glamour of FB
feeds- ok I get it- everyone is either taking a vacation, getting a promotion
or getting married.
I think I have to stop now, I really want to go on, keep
writing and blurting out thoughts off my heart, but Groundhog Day wins! Its
3:15 am and I am already 2 hours behind my sleeping time, I gotta sleep! Good Night
Mr. Reader. Happy upcoming Saturday Hangover to you.
