When I am bogged down with so much work and I have no time at all to write anything, new ideas enter my head and refuse to go away. But only sometimes, I make it a point to jot them down. When you are busy, you receive many calls from people you know and you don’t know. And when you are lonely, you get no calls. When you have time and want to write something so much, your inspiration fails you, your words fail you and you find ideas slipping away from you.
Initially I found solace in folktales and later fiction followed – writing short stories excused me having to be politically and factually correct in my statements. Then social issues caught me. Non-fiction is something I still am uncomfortable with. May be I don’t like facts. Are all facts are stranger than fictions? But the blogging allows us to be short and precise and personal. It gives us freedom of not writing at all, say for months.
Lol…I have said basically nothing here. I know. It feels good to talk useless sometimes. Talk junks. Anyone can choose to be nonsensical.
People are still smoking here. We are supposed to be a smoke-free country by now, remember? We have made enough headlines by now. Health Minister has clearly stated that the government’s position was that no one is allowed either to sell or buy tobacco products, but people have the right to smoke.
Now as someone has remarked, some form of barter system must be taking place here. Or where does smoke come from? We don’t mistake incense emission from Lhakhangs and temples with cigarette smoke, at least.