There
are these times… usually most unexpected… that my mind is a flood of images,
ideas and thoughts. There is no distinct
thread of thought that stands out, but all that is swirling around is one
coherent mass. These are the times I have wished for a notebook and pencil to
jot them down, because I know that the longer I try to hold on to them, they
would just slip away like water from a closed fist. Of course, I have my trusty
phones with me… and I should just whip’em out and go crazy typing every little
thought in well-organized notes in duly assigned folders. But, you see… there
is a little problem… I am too lazy to type on the phone or swipe or whatever
fancy method of input is required. Now,
if I could jot down my thoughts in my handwriting with something that feels
like a pencil or a pen, the digital format wouldn’t bother me so much…
unfortunately I do not own a Note or any of those fancy tablets (gadget freak
that I am… I draw the line at 2
personal cell-phones.)
So,
what happens to those thoughts that were setting up a spring fair in my head?
Well, sadly most of them just pack up and leave… and I end up holding on to
fragments like those of a dream that refuses to form completely.
This
post is the result of such a session… where I got upstaged by my laziness to
grab a notebook and a pencil.
I
think I had some pretty nifty solution for the energy crisis – fuel hike – economical
‘Danse Macabre’. I just can’t
remember what I had been thinking (conveniently!)
I
even had the perfect super-hero outfit for myself… obviously, that too has been
blown away… I remember a mask, though… there is always a mask!
The
strange part is that I remembered what triggered the upsurge of thoughts… I was
on bed, half asleep… slowly floating to consciousness from a lovely dream
involving a roadside chai-ki-dukaan
on the side of a road in a place that suspiciously resembled the National
Geographic images of Rocky Mountains in Colorado… that and some delicious tea
in those cutting-chai glass tumblers,
the yummy smell of pakoras… the Nawaab playing ‘Annie’s Song’ on the harmonica… and a kiss! I wasn’t too happy
about waking and breaking the kiss... but then, fully conscious now, I watched
the sun rise (apparently rise… coz I cannot actually see it out my window) and
in my mind’s eye it rose in a lovely dusty sky that closely resembled this…
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| Like a dawn on an inhabited Mars |
The
power supply here has conked off… the weekly Friday anti-miracle of the
Electricity Devil!
I
am sleepy… again…
Lemme
see if I can go have some more of that garma-garam
chai at the roadside chai-wallah in the Rockies! *wink*
*wink*
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