Sunday Scribbling

I don't really know what has gotten into me these days. May be I really don't know what I want to do for creativity department anymore. Earlier, I used to watch the sitcoms people around me didn't even know about, I used to read books by authors they weren't that acquainted with, I introduced them to all such new exciting unventured arenas. I painted sometimes when others though talented couldn't spare time. There was so much bewilderment and wonderment in me then, which seems to have lessened, or just overshadowed by practicality. I haven't been overwhelmed to be compelled to write since I don't remember when. I have lost my touch. Of course I post here to practice it once again, in an attempt to bring it back, but who knows. 

I don't imagine that vividly again now. May be age has taken over. I don't day dream. I have to-do lists now, for that matter. And even blogs are becoming a thing of the past these days. Instagram posts with long captions have replaced them. Memes make their day, not blog posts. Where are the readers? Only fellow bloggers? No, I am not being pessimistic or ranting here, just observing. Ok I am ranting a bit. Video blogging too has taken over. People love to listen than to read. Podcasts have taken over. I, myself am hooked to those, sometimes. Content today is totally totally different from what it was 2 years ago. Consumption itself has changed. Technology and lockdown have shifted the focus. Again creative folk have to re-skill themselves for the demands of the times. I have been seeing so many photographers in my friend list learning digital art/painting, and illustration. 

So, what do I do. Blogging isn't that exciting anymore. Neither do I try and read and write with that same investment of emotion and commitment today. So, what do I do. Recently, since I am staying at home, without any 9 to 5 job these days, I have been trying recipes. Of course, again, everyone has, owing to the Lockdown. So I spend time watching recipes endlessly on some days, trying something or the other, coercing my mother when need be. And I am so grateful for that. I love that cup of chai every morning and evening that I make and serve all. Dunking biscuits being my favorite part. Sometimes when the whether is cloudy and I wake rather early, I sit in the balcony reading a novel, while sipping the black pepper tea. Bliss. 

I am also engrossed these days in some data science projects too. They are so interesting and they keep be engaged, add to my resume too. I binge watched certain book adapted mini series on Hotstar and Netflix too. More on that later. But I watch people pursuing big things, say fitness goals or painting courses, and achieving them in the 3-4 months time that the lockdown has yet offered, and I find myself thinking what I can utilize this time in. So, again I come to that question, what do I do? So here's what I have decided. I'll just be. Cook when the mood sets in. Laze around when I want. Watch sitcoms whichever whenever I wish to. Read whatever makes sense to me. And write whichever way I can. Without taking an ounce of pressure. Yes. That's what I would do. Decided. 

Ok Bye. See ya. 

Also, thanks for listening. 


My Last Trip Before Lockdown

When Covid19 had just put its foot in the country with only 3 cases in Kerala, we had our Ooty trip planned. All tickets and bookings were done since the new year. With just three days in hand, four of us travelled from Mumbai, Pune and Bhubaneswar, to Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru, to join a few others staying in the city. And the excitement to finally meet one another after 6 months of that trip to Pune, the Lohagard Trek- we were kids excitedly clicking selfies in our face masks, hurriedly putting a quick dab of sanitizer before hugging one another.

Next day early morning we were to start for Ooty. Sleepy heads, gulping a bowl each of muesli, we started onward journey to Bandipur National Park. Devouring uttapams, dosas and piping hot cups of coffee for breakfast at a restaurant by the highway, chit chats were full on, as was the music and dance in the 12-seater vehicle. Funny anecdotes had us laughing our hearts out, gossips were such a thrill and cooking recipe exch…

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