09/09/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal
I have started doing this exercise to get back into “writer” mode. It’s no big deal actually. It’s called “writing every day”. I had been telling myself since the past couple of months that I will get into it headlong but it never happened. This morning I wake up and have this slight pain in my lower back. I still remember how it happened. Around 7 and a half years back I fell off my two wheeler and almost missed the bus by a foot or something. It was the closest thing to a near death experience I’ve ever had. Yeah, I know, my life isn’t too exciting if that’s the worst.
It made me feel old. Lower back pain is bad. Mine wasn’t so bad to make me feel like 60, but it was a pain that kept revisiting me nonetheless. The next thing I knew was that I was bent over my desk making an outline for the remainder of the day (this was at 7 in the morning) and I had it all figured out in the next 30 minutes. I was to take my dad to the suburbs, where the rest of the family was stationed since the day before, and it would take me around an hour and a half to reach there. I made plans for the rest of the day and blotted out everything else that was preplanned. I was supposed to meet a couple of friends from school but since I’d be around 25 km away it was safe to say that I wouldn’t be able to.
My family was staying at my sister’s place, and it has a lot bling around. I mean lots of cafes and coffee shops where wannabe actors congregate, there is one sitting at the adjacent table right now, and a lot of places where I can sit incognito, whip out my note book and start firing away. Today was one of those few days where the urge to write comes from within. I knew before hand that I wouldn’t be wasting time thinking of a relevant topic to write on. I had a book review to write for a blog that a friend of mine runs along with me. I had a couple of other writing jobs that was scheduled for next weekend. So, all in all, I was looking forward to the day right from when I was sitting at my desk making my list.
I’m here sitting around 1400 hours writing this down, and I am all smiles. By the way, the wannabe actor I was talking about turns out to be a script writer, and I suddenly start respecting him. It is funny how I become all biased when it comes to writers, even if it is a movie script writer I’m talking about. Usually I have little respect for writers who write bullshit. But he might be good. Who knows.
I’m smiling because I realise that my life is not as messed up as I make it sound like some times. My previous post was so sad and depressing it made me feel like I was giving out signals of suicidal tendencies. The only positive is that I knew it before hand. I even mentioned it. My disclaimer makes me look better. I’m glad I had the foresight to add it. Here, I am writing in a coffee shop doing some heavy (quantity, not quality necessarily) writing, and I’m loving it.
I wonder why I was so down the other day.