OH YEAH IT’S BLOG TIME!!!!
I know it’s been a while, but honestly nothing much has been happening in my life for me to actually blog about in the past couple of weeks, at least.
So instead of writing about what I’ve been doing, I’m going to write about what I’ve been feeling and thinking about of late. It’s going to sound like the incoherent ramblings of an old fool… and that’s exactly what it is.
I work as a journalist, and even though I’m extremely blessed to be working for one of largest news organisations in the world and have some down time whenever I need it, I still feel the same amount of stress I did when I’d work 6 days a week for a daily tabloid. Is it the people? Is it the work? Is it because I give way more attention to my professional life than my (joke of a) personal life? It’s a little bit of each, I’m sure.
I’ve already told a couple of people that I’m going to try to focus on my writing and music this coming year. I wouldn’t really call it a New Year’s Resolution seeing as I’ve begun working on one of those things already. I really hope I can stick to it, though — and putting this out online will give me some accountability at least.
I’ve been trying to listen to newer music too, but I just don’t seem to have the patience to listen to anything new for more than 5 or 6 seconds. So obviously I’ve been on a nostalgia trip for a bit. Chris Cornell’s cover of Patience is brilliant. I know you’ll like it too. It’s cool if you don’t too. I can’t force you to like the stuff I do. Just know I’ll think less of you if you don’t — I won’t say it to your face, or make you feel like it in person, but I will think less of you.
Okay fine, that was mean. Everyone has their own taste in music and that’s totally alright. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Absolutely. Nothing at all. You’re all my jalebi babies… just don’t play that shit in my house.
All of that also hampers my attempts to make new friends — something I know I desperately need to do, especially considering how I dealt with the lockdown this year (yes, I’m aware of the privilege and entitlement that comes with saying that, considering the shitstorm that was the second wave of COVID in India). Anyone else drive to the airport to pick up a box of donuts and coffee once a week because they had no one to hangout with?
I guess the point I’m trying to make is this: I want you to buy me a beer and then stay the hell away from me.
Song recommendation of the week:
