1.20.2006

La di da di dum..

GAAAAAAAAAA I have been bitten by the bug. A virus which not only ties your hands together but also twists your thoughts. I have the dreaded Writer’s Block. Or so I would like to believe. It’s not as if I have a dearth of topics. It’s just that my thoughts are so volatile that no sooner do they reach the transmitting end of my brain from its inner recesses poof! They just vaporize into thin air. Have any of you faced this? You think of something to write on but as soon as you put pen to paper or finger to keyboard words refuse to come out. Your brain fights with itself with a mounting amount of frustration but uh-huh no use. Its inner recesses have closed their consultation window for the day, Dhanyavaad! I have even tried to taunt it by keeping an empty word document in front of my eyes but to no avail.

What I tried next was the classic cure for a writer’s block, ready for any idea:

I kept in front of me a blank sheet of paper, a pen with its cap screwed on the wrong side poised to scribble, a packet of Lay’s chips with its edge ripped open and chips tumbling out at a comfortable angle to the left hand, a bottle of water uncapped ready to quench any sign of thirst.

Cut to one hour later

The sheet of paper was not blank anymore. There were a lot of doodles on it the most prominent being my favourite

The cap of the pen looked like it had been through a sugarcane juice making machine.
The packet of chips was empty and the whole area was strewn with crumbs.
The bottle of water was half empty as if waiting for that final touchdown thirst.
And me….well I was blissfully asleep :)

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