Despite me having gone through the tallest of zeniths of my personal life, I've not been blogging. Something which gave me all the thrills of humor, creativity, language, imagination. I'd shirk to ruminate over the whys.
Yet, it is hard to overlook this. The simplest way to put it is because of apparent lack of time. But then, it's so hard to see why it's so. I'm at my easiest phase of work as a resident in the hospital. I'm being more creative than ever. I'm getting more inspired than ever.
The reason lies (or sits reading this) somewhere across the atlantic. An elderly balding jew is being allegedly suspected for this. Yes. It is true. I'm spending most of my blogging time with Al. Weird Al. Funny Al. Cute Al. Lazy Al. All these various life forms of a single person is flashing through my days and nights when I'm supposed to blog.
Is it okay? Well I don't know. I figure I should have more time for all this. More time to dwell on my thoughts. Be indulgent. Self-indulgent is more appropriate. Like giving yourself a treat : hot-oil-massage succeeded by a couple of hours in a jacuzzi? I have never done either of these in sequence or separate. That makes me look phoney. But I'm gay. I can do such stuff.
Today, I feel happy because of the fact that I cleaned up my room and took a bath and feel all privileged to be in my beautiful room. This despite my roomie (Sahaab) arguing over his overgrown adolescentish fiance over the phone which makes me hard to concentrate on what I'm typing here.
To make things worse, I just realized that the argument involved our closest friend Dr. R who's on tour with Dr. T.
Whatever, I think I'm back to blogging at least partially. But I hope I've not made mah lover lose more hair over the allegations. ;)
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