Days of our lives

I am starting to get concerned about the amount of social interaction I make these days. Let me enlighten you that it is neglegible before you think otherwise. Realization hit me hard when I embarked on a mission to write a blog on something which I have experienced today. The condition as it always is to exclude job related stuff. Well I looked and looked hard, raked through the day’s activities, people I interacted with and thing I talked about but nothing came out. I came back drenched in mental sweat and not a single idea in hand. May be I had a bad day, I consoled myself. Being reasonable I summoned the memory of last 2-3 days. This time I threw the net wider but not a single fish, all trinkets and trash from job but nothing worth while to write about.

This whole exercise left me heart broken and depressed and had set my thought process set afire. Alright…alright I exaggerated about the first two but the thought process and fire thing is true. So here I am in the prime of my youth, married, settled, having a good life and all that jazz yet there is nothing interesting to quote in my daily life. If I take a small trip down the memory lane and pick a random day I would have a million things to write about. Even from those days when nothing seemed to go right ranging from love affairs to job. (I think I must write a series about those days)

Trust me ladies and gentlemen I have tried. I mean at times I mustered the courage to join folks at cafetereia for lunch but the lousy discussion laced with gravy and saliva didn’t interest me much. I dare stand corrected that not socializing at all is any day better then obligatory socializing. To cut a long story short I think it would be good to and take a walk around the globe, meet people, see places, witness more life. While all of this is not possible at the moment, specially not for me the expectant father (at least one thing to feel important about) so I take thy leave and let the mundane life carry on with one lousy day at a time.

~Toodles