Usually, I write my blogs at mid night, when I'm left alone with my imagination and my inspiration. Its different this time. It is evening. Kids are enjoying the last day of their vacations, by wrecking havoc on the streets. And I'm not inspired to write about anything.
Since I started blogging, the two topics I always itched to write about were job and leaving college. I've got a job in the weirdest and the wildest of circumstances, at the most unexpected time. Though it was incessant rain in a blistering desert for me, I could not make myself put finger to mobile, and type in my blog about it.(did I forget to say that type in my blog into mobile first?? :D)
Which brings me to the other topic.. COLLEGE. My final lab's in two days, course viva in one week. My better friends start leaving town in two weeks. I myself leave in four. No one has any idea on when or where we will meet up in the future. To make matters a bit more difficult, I'm placed at Delhi, a decent 2000km away from the nearest person in out batch. But even this demanding situation has failed to inspire me.
I've never been more uninspired in my life. And the funniest thing is I don’t know why. If I were a writer, people would call this a writer's block.(You may say that writing a blog is writing, but I prefer to call it an art.)
The cliché dialogue, which you would find in every man's mind, is that love is the inspiration that makes every fool an artist. So, maybe I'm not able to write anything, because I haven’t loved anyone in the past one year.
Or maybe, it’s the emotional overload that I'm going through right now, which has blocked my arteries of feelings, making me a failure at putting thoughts into words.
Whatever the reason, whatever the solution, I've enough sanity to say two things..
1. I thank the woman who called me six times before I answered the phone, for giving me this job.
2. I thank all things beautiful for giving me great friends and a magnificent campus to hang out with them.
