I wish I knew. In fact, I wish many things and if wishes were horses.....
But I do wish I could write clever things. I admire those who write these wonderful blogs full of news, ideas, original thoughts and perceptive observations of what's going on in their lives and also about the world around them. I can't do that.
People tell me that I write well. But what's the use of writing well when I have nothing to write about? When I was on the project I had so much to write about -- I could bitch about my colleagues and the community. I could crib about the weather. I could write about the children.
But now I'm stuck in Kolkata. Nothing much happens on a daily basis. But my life is not boring either. Especially when I travel. After staying stuck to a village in Jharkhand, it now feels good to be moving around. I've been to Itanagar, Agartala and Hyderabad -- cities I had heard of but had no reason to visit. I hope I get to see more of this country.
It's strange how we attach ourselves to situations. We don't have to. But we do. The need to BELONG to someone, to a family, to a group, a country is so strong in us. Are there any "lone wolves" in this world. And if there are, is it a matter of choice or circumstances? Even renunciates, monks, yogis tend to either live in groups or create their own groups. Man is a definitely a gregarious animal.