22:37 IST
Room with the table fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
WANK WANK. Up at 8. WANK WANK. Drowsy and throat-achy. Snoozed for an hour. WANK WANK. Zonked, got up and ready. Rain outside. WANK WANK. Splashed my way through the slush and the smelly, standing water with the sister. Got an auto and went on a long ride to work. WANK WANK. Reached work. Mechanical work. Admininy work. Boring work. Wanker work. WANK WANK. Throat ached some more. Read up a blog post by Anand Gandhi. Not so wank wank that. Was titled 'Is Enlightnenment Googleable?' Key takeaway for me? All artists aspire to create the impact that music creates - one doesn't seek to find meaning in it. One only feels it. Experience sans context. How random and blissful. I don't remember everything I read or watch. I remember things in bits and pieces. And things I do myself stay within me. No wanking there. Back to wanking now. Left work early. Woop woop! Out in the muddy, sludgy, slushy waters we waded through, my sister and I roamed about for two hours in search for an auto. No auto. Metro we took. Travelled back. Now writing this shitty write. Tired. Qwank.
Room with the table fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
WANK WANK. Up at 8. WANK WANK. Drowsy and throat-achy. Snoozed for an hour. WANK WANK. Zonked, got up and ready. Rain outside. WANK WANK. Splashed my way through the slush and the smelly, standing water with the sister. Got an auto and went on a long ride to work. WANK WANK. Reached work. Mechanical work. Admininy work. Boring work. Wanker work. WANK WANK. Throat ached some more. Read up a blog post by Anand Gandhi. Not so wank wank that. Was titled 'Is Enlightnenment Googleable?' Key takeaway for me? All artists aspire to create the impact that music creates - one doesn't seek to find meaning in it. One only feels it. Experience sans context. How random and blissful. I don't remember everything I read or watch. I remember things in bits and pieces. And things I do myself stay within me. No wanking there. Back to wanking now. Left work early. Woop woop! Out in the muddy, sludgy, slushy waters we waded through, my sister and I roamed about for two hours in search for an auto. No auto. Metro we took. Travelled back. Now writing this shitty write. Tired. Qwank.
