Of blank minds and full mouths

I can't believe it. I open this 'new post' page on my blogger because I want to write something, but my mind is a blank. I have nothing to write. What I can't believe is that my mind is a blank.

Perhaps I am getting closer to attaining my spiritual goal of enlightenment. If my friends, who are kind enough to read my blogs, think that there is humour in my write-ups, then they are right. I intend many of my lines to be funny, and they are, at least to me. My son has informed me enough number of times for me to not forget that the only person who laughs at my jokes is, well, me. I do try to put up my best 'hurt' face when he says this but it doesn't seem to have the same effect on him as my Dad's 'hurt' face has on me (read blog titled KIKI). Kids of this generation...grumble....

A friend, recently acquired, writes beautifully. I complimented him on the poems and the feelings he had entered in his blog page, and he answered that he has stopped writing now because he could write only when he had personal/internal conflict which is no longer there because of the wonderful woman he married. I told him regretfully that he should have written a book when all his conflicts were in optimum glory. Too late now. With this wife, returning to a state of conflict will be difficult. I know because I have met her.

I haven't mentioned this friend's name, because his friendship status is 'recently acquired' and he may/may not appreciate his name popping up on my blog page. Hopefully, I'll know what he appreciates when he reads this blog.

Those of you who have kids and need to make craft for their school or to introduce them to a creative art form must look up Shalmali Patkar's blog SaawrichaKapus.blogspot.com. It is a beautiful blog and even adults interested in the art form could try their hand at her creations. More about Shalmali later. Keep your curiosity turned on as she is a beautiful person.

My reticular activating system has somehow got into the pattern of allowing me sleep for not more than 5 hours at a stretch at night. Which is quite annoying. I wake up fresh and then become groggy a few hours later; needing a couple more hours of sleep to get my brain and body cells fully competent. All this is OK now but will be quite troublesome once I get back to work. Have to ask my management if they will allow me a couch in my room.

This has turned out a decent length. I can't believe I started with writing that I have nothing to write. Dr Bhausaheb once told me I talk enough to compensate for a roomful of people who do not talk. Must be true although I did try out my 'hurt' face on him too. It had the same effect on him as it had on Ninad. I need to practice on getting my 'hurt' face right.