Middays have a special importance in India. Every celebrity, be it a clerk couching on the worn out table or an executive at a conference table or a minister at a cabinet meeting takes a nap in the afternoon in whatever position he can support himself. The heat and the voluminous lunch they have knock down even the robust frames to go for a siesta. This is the time the bards of all genre converge on your head to decide whether to make you a cartoonist, a columnist, a lyric writer or a blog writer of repute. The subject matter depends on the type of lunch you take. If it is a light, diabetic atype food, you have a cynical outburst on the politicians and the bureaucrats and if it is a three course meal at Saravana Bhavan, I am sure, it is about transcendental meditation or existentialism which will send the writer and the reader alike to a deep slumber may be with a rhythmic snore. If it is preceded with a hard drink it should be a verse or lyric. Whatever the output you feel elated in the thought that you are a Khuswant Singh or Shoba De in the making and on the next turn of the Guru planet in your favour, you will be a writer par excellence.
Whether the posting makes you laugh or somber or furious depends on the BP level you have at the time of reading. But I am sure it will stir your cells. If there is absolutely no reaction, please consult your doctor to check up whether you suffer from any depression because of the recession, deflation or inflation or lack of any ration card.
I am a citizen of the world, India and Tamilnadu equally attached to all these identities. This is to warn you that certain diction and references in the blog may have a bearing on any factor of the above which may not make sense to others.
Thank you for sparing your time.
Warm regards,
Jayan.
