The Economist (forgot the edition)has dedicated a good part of it to blogs. A guy has an interesting thing to say about blogs. The words to follow, though not the exact quote ,suggests that blogging is a spontaneous act. If edited and re-edited it no longer becomes a blog, it’s just another form of conventional writing. I liked what the fellow said. Concluded, blogging is raw writing. So inspired by the guy I am writing just for the heck of it. Raw and unedited version of anything and everything on my mind. The only reason being: can’t sleep. Its 10:39 to be exact. I can’t stay beyond 9.Maybe it’s the change of room. The final shift was finally made. Won’t be going anywhere above this storey now. Ceiling of movement, I guess. Looks pretty neat (everything here other than me), not a speck of dirt in sight, spacious and bright..hmm a pat on my back for that. Feels good too, Baastu milejasto cha!! 🙂
Silence rules; time to listen to Gavin De Graw “I don’t Wanna Be”. COOL.She just entered the room and commented “It looks like a moonlit night.” It surely does, the room rocks so may be a romantic number to go along with it too. Pehla Nasa ..Udit sings. It’s the remix version but as the song isn’t tampered with, it’s still good. The song reminds me of Trishuli. I lay on the grass looking at the stars and somewhere on the background I could hear a voice calling the couples to dance as this song played. Later she was telling me there were two couples on the floor and she felt so shy dancing with him, but danced anyway…I am smiling as I write this 🙂 (Let me give her a missed call).
Back to the room, back to reality. It’s my haven. Everyone’s too, it must be? I never had one until I was out of school so my study table still looks childish with pictures of Larry Page, Angela Merkel, Martina Hingis , Bachlet etc pasted on it ( as though I am fulfilling my wish to own a room dirtied with posters now!). A blessing nevertheless isn’t it to own a bed to sleep on and a home to come back to everyday. Or how about home is where bed is as is for a friend of mine! Its experience, it is undoubtedly the course life one has lead that turns a cemented four walled into a blessing. And no matter how much a blogger wants to write in a stream of unconsciousness the brakes have to be used. After all they don’t say “History is personal” for nothing. 😉 What a gain to have made. What loss to have experienced..but there’s nothing called compensation. It’s a different law we live by……………………………………….