Hiralious

Hello There my beloved blog,
A cup of hot , steaming green tea to you , for being so awesome (or maybe not) *toast*

Without the formal pleasantries, i will get straight to the point . Its been quite some time since i wrote and you might feel deserted from the lack of views and failed attempt at writings that get saved as drafts and keep piling up day by day. Nor has my absence been due to a cause that qualifies as a 'REAL REASON' but i am going through that time when you lose inspiration ; when you get so lazy that all you want to do is think. Thinking isn't such a lazy habit though, scientifically speaking, your brain uses up a lot of glucose and is in constant need of energy when involved in thought process, but this energy is still less than that of typing in addition, or that of heaving my sorry ass up from the sofa and working out on my teasing little pot belly which is a horror i will take to grave now, i think.

Random thoughts occur to me these days, those that cannot be put together in form of readable text. Sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night to pick up my note pad from the bed side and write a paragraph or two , laced with imaginative description, nice and proper. But i seem to be unable to give an end to the stories i write, or a worthy ending to the poems i hold very dear. The usual practice for the time period of blankness  is that i wait for a while for any inspiration to strike then roll over in bed, rummage inside the bed side drawer and pop a  little chocolate ball into my mouth. This is my night time treat and the first thing my hand reaches out for in the morning if i forget to have it during my sleep.

Cheating on your diet plan in night time looks far less unholy than in the daytime.I feel that way. ( and the horrid pot belly stays)

Days go on in a sort of delirium. Sometimes i get so bored with the lack of positive activity that i choose to sleep instead. Mind you that Sleep time for me is not essential, but only something that acts as a filler between my heady activities. So i consider it a very sad option. Also, i am beginning to understand many things i didn't understand in the past. Why do teenagers complain about being ignored or left alone , why people would want to break free from the calm assurance of a stable relationship to get laid with someone else. I think Stability gets boring. It freaking gets on your nerves at times! ( I do not favour/ nor justify cheating in a relationship by that, in fact that is one of those vices i take a very strong stand against) But I would have the cheated party share a little part of the blame ( in Most cases, not all) I think there's always another way around. There are always ways to spice up your life, or a relationship for that matter. You cannot leave a commitment just at its base level to test commitment or faithfulness of the other person. There's always more to do , bigger challenges for greater happiness. And besides, life is too much fun to be wasted sitting around , seeking contentment in the knowledge of having someone by your deathbed.

That holds true only for those of mankind who are not too expressive with their partners . If you won't tell them they mean anything to you, no one would. And a person would find far less incentive to stick with you if he thinks of himself as an insignificant option for you.

That again doesn't hold true for the society i inhabit , where people are just 'supposed to' stay with each other for a lifetime, more out of mutual regard for the norms of society than their feelings or wishes.

Talk about the limited picture, limited commitments and limited wishes. I am not so limited in my mind, have never been, by grace of my genes. I can count my wishes and go on till hundred and go on more still. If you made the mistake of asking me, I will tell you about the places i want to see, the things from childhood i didn't do and wish i could, the same things from adolescene, paragliding, bungy jumping, roller coaster rides, pop-sickle icreams from the fanciest parlors and more. And although the fact that there's not the remotest possibility of any of these things happening anytime soon in my life doesn't assuage the pain of boredom, the knowledge that i am game enough for each and every thing i have planned heals a lot and gives me hopes i am banking on, anyway.

'Game enough' is a term i have devised for myself lately. Coined for the fact that I am that person who is urged by everyone to speak in a difficult situation, the person who is looked up to for speaking up if something unfair is carried out in front of a crowd or the person who was all go for a roller coaster ride at the age of four. I would fancy myself a brave person if it was not for my tendency to break into hot tears every once in a while. And even if i decide to overlook this failing , i still cannot call myself fancy titles unless someone else tells me so. Modesty is important for any self-respecting individual.
As writing is important for this keen little observer with two moles on her face and a freaky freaky mind inside.

So, light-headed as anticipated , after giving my mind a nice jog along the making of sentences, a job it fails miserably in front of people, and feeling the coldness of the tea cup against my elbow whenever i make a smart move on the keyboard, I am finally ready to go.
Maybe to try the nice pilate moves on my lower belly and drink the now-cold tea to wash off the excess of calories i had taken in the day..
or maybe to eat some more, and sleep with a happy tummy at the propsect of having another of those chocolate balls in mind!
 
Either way i am good to go. Nice writing on you! Hope to be back soon with a smashing story.