I have to work on a small feature story but I just can’t seem to get into the mood to write. I have all the information collected and got the required quotes from the experts, but when it comes to putting it all together and writing it, my mind goes blank. I can’t find the words, the sentences I construct are boring and I just want to close the Word document.
Instead of writing the piece I am watching episodes of ‘The Office’. Intermittently, I open the Word doc and stare at what I have typed already. So far, I have added a sentence here and there and come up with a heading for the story. At this rate I will finish a 500 word piece in about a week.
I hope for a creative surge which will get me to write the story in one go and be done with it. Till then, this is how i’ll have to get by.
I’m in a deep funk. I want to lie in bed, under a blanket, and have delicious hot meals brought to me at regular intervals. Instead, I sit on a couch, drinking lemon tea (I had to make for myself!) and write this blog post. I would like to blame this low mood on it being that time of the month. The couple of days when I tear up while watching advertisements, need to be hugged and my body just annoys me. I know that this mood won’t last long, and I know to expect it every month but it still doesn’t make it easy.
Here is to my first period of the year 2015.
It is everywhere. A film of dust settles on everything — the tv screen, the dining room table and even the mesh on the windows. I wipe a surface clean and barely a minute later the dust has returned to form a blanket. Dusting in Hyderabad seems to be an exercise in futility, and I try not to jump up every time I see a bit of dust. ‘I will not dust more than once a day,’ I tell myself. But the sight of it niggles and I am up and about dusting again. The dust is even in the cloth I use to clean, it is everywhere. I lay my phone down on the table for a few minutes and the clean black screen is layered with a fine powdery dust.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about the dust, wondering how much sand it consists of and how much of it is dead skin cells? This thought makes me slightly ill. I talk about the dust with other people I know in the city and we discuss how the aridness and dryness of the area makes everything dusty. When I am eating or drinking water I feel the dust at the back of my tongue, in my throat. This could just be my imagination but it feels slightly prickly and seems to dry out my mouth, I have taken to drinking water constantly throughout the day.
I draw the curtains so that I can’t see the dust on the corner of the coffee table or on the books that line the shelves. I long for humidity, I long for rain– anything to wash the dust away.
This post contains TMI, you have been warned
I lie in bed as I type this. This morning I got my period, and a particularly heavy one at that. It came late and with no PMS symptoms heralding it’s arrival. I was glad to see it because it meant I wasn’t pregnant, and everything was working as it should down there. My last period was particularly light and I was worried about PCOS or worse, but it was probably just the weather combined with a new workout routine and stress confusing my lady parts. Anyway here it finally is, and while I am happy to see it I am also feeling cranky and tired. The weather isn’t helping, it is HOT! I sweat taking literally two steps. So I have decided to lie in bed and move as little as possible today. Just as I thought I’d have a little snooze, the silence was broken by drilling, hammering and other construction related noises. It was from the empty lot next door. Which idiot decided that a hot afternoon is the perfect time to start work on a new building? So I decided to type this out instead and fill you in on all the gross, sweaty details.
I was woken up at 5 in the morning by the sound of blaring trumpets and beating drums. I shot out of bed only to remember that the temple across the road, from the building where I live, has just been completed. I proceeded to try to sleep with a pillow over my head to block out the noise. And then it struck me that today was Thursday, the day the Sai Baba temple next door starts their Bhajans at 6 in the morning. There went any chance of going back to sleep.
I love a visit to a temple, the architecture, the rituals and traditions, the chanting– I even know a few slokas and I do pray. But, I draw the line at being woken at the crack of dawn and being subjected to Bhajans being blared over the loudspeaker the WHOLE day. Now to add to it, there are two loudspeakers, from two different temples playing different Bhajans at the same time– it does not make for pleasant listening.
With two temples on my street, I know I can expect a lot of road blocks and crowds with both playing host to various special Pujas and festive celebrations. Not to mention more mornings of being woken up at the crack of dawn. It is going to be a bloody nuisance, but of course one cannot make a big deal, what with hurting religious sentiments and all. Honestly, this isn’t even about religion, it is about being a disturbance to the entire neighbourhood. This is on par with a nightclub playing loud music opening up in a residential neighbourhood, that would have everybody up in arms, but a temple playing LOUD bhajans is something we should all be blessed to have in our lives.I almost wish the power would go off, as hot as it is here, because then at least the loudspeakers wouldn’t work giving some respite. Oh wait, now I hear construction work being done, which just adds a special something to the racket. Excuse me now, while I put on headphones to drown out the cacophony.