No sooner I decide to type in a few words, the power- cut invites itself over.
Perhaps it knows it too well exactly when to play a peek- a- boo. More than being Power supply, it acts like being power Less. Out of the 24 hours of the day, it keeps itself out of reach for close to 10 hours. For crying out loud Gurgaon is not a village; it actually happens to be the Millenium City!
While many of us try to fight the infamous Writer’s Block or the more pronounced forgetfulness of the correct vocabulary; like the uninvited guests, it calls upon us just when we would have been much better without it’s haunting presence.
The species of “yet to claim being” a Writer like I am now, are bogged down with some of the very basic issues than the larger, “more towards the intellectual” reasons. We tend to skip our meals or our favorite TV serial (criminal); sometimes even our sleep, which has its own hazardous health repercussions- to only type some words to claim upon our possession of literary skills.
How are we to know that that becomes the perfect time for the Devil to throw away its Prada wear and exclaim a moronius gasp on us?
That’s it- all we are left to do is to sit and brood- thinking of all the past sins that we may have committed to earn that “blank” time. Definition of Blank Time: All work concluded to carve out a couple of guilt free hours to beat the keys on the computer keyboard, exhibiting our command over the language and mark an attendance of our virtual presence to the entire world!
One of the weirdest observations that I have made ever since I have started to Blog- barring the first day when I had created this account is that the electricity zaps exactly when I may have written a couple of sentences, barely managing to give a shape to my scattered thoughts of certain shade.
What else then?
I smirk at the humor, flare my nostrils and roll my eye- balls over a bit. Not that it makes any damned difference, excepting for relaxing some of my facial muscles!
What do we have here..? The Demon just decided to show up. I see it grinning its evil smile. I can hear it say – “go girl, type some- before you once again sit heavy on your couch, calling one of the greatest invention of the man- kind the unmentionables..”
So here I go. Let me see if I can actually type some before it disappears once again..