Sleepy

I'm feeling increasingly sleepy, in an alarming rate and almost at any part of the day--after breakfast, mid-afternoon, in the gym even (that is, once in a blue moon that I manage to go..), in evening, and you name it, ....whichever way...bottomline is-- I'm feeling sleepy. Not that I'm feeling bored but I just want to sleep and my idea of perfect happiness is sleeping.

With the eyeshades on.

I remember this person pretty much complaining about the same thing some months back, but I'm feeling too sleepy to even ask how he got out of it. Or whether he got out of it.

The worse thing is that I can't even offer the simple explanation of fatigue or lethargy or depression or any reasonable rationale since I'm not feeling any feeling close to these. I can't legitimize my sleep.

I can only problematize it.

I'll finish off (for the obvious reason) with a crucial example: inspite of being a 29 year old and being meticulously militant in representing the right thing (postmodernism notwithstanding), I have put up a picture of a sleepy baby (of all things) to represent my state.


Yes. I'm that sleepy.

26/11

Why do we blog? To represent, to express us?

What about then, ....when words fail and one is past anger to dig for any indication that certain things are not repeated? To compare words then and now? How do we go past the restlessness to compare the International media reaction, to suppress the insurmountable urge of showing the middle finger to today's Indian politicians and to express how we feel?

We, the people of India?

Whenever I remember these words, the civics book of class VIII and political science books of successive classes are pulled in memory "................do hereby adopt, enact and give to ourselves this........."





THIS.


I wish and pray that Time, this time at least, is not the healer.