My mind is blank. I did not sleep well a few days back, for a few nights in a row. Which mostly means I did not have the time to have lucid dreams. Because of that, my mind went to sleep. I kept the brain running with Red Bull, but the mind is a bitch of another creed.
So, nothing for Sunday's Kathmandu Post. Which is sad, because I really thought I was at a point where I had to write better than my usual: last Sunday's essay was by far the most moronic in thought, most juvenile in attitude. I thought I'd hit the bottom, and wanted to bounce back with something good--not necessarily easy to read or interesting for the readers, because, fuck the reader, but something rewarding to myself. That did not happen. I prepared, I really did, but when time came to write, other matters occupied the mind. I have three writing projects going simultaneously, but am preoccupied by something beyond my control to *effect.*
What this Sunday's essay would have been about:
--the bearded old man who usually stands around PN Shah's statue at Singha Durbar, with a feather duster in his hand, wearing white daura with slogans on it;
--the sparrow of a lady who volunteers to control traffic between Lainchaur and Kapurdhara;
--the fact that the rest of us, citizens of Kathmandu, can go eat shit before the dedication these two show towards lost causes; and,
--an Edward Lear limerick, which goes:
"There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse did have a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glue
They mended that man of Nepaul."
I had a vague idea that most of Nepal's citizens seem to be divided between slaving for a psychic cause [Old Man, nationalism]; and a material cause [traffic-volunteer lady, controlling vehicles]. However, the psychic seems to dominate over the material in politics [Newa Rajya calling for chakka jam, making livelihood more expensive]. Although, ideally, the material should dominate over the psychic [good roads should lead to better expression of national cohesion; reduced load-shedding should positively affect civil discourse about constitution-writing]. And so on.
But, shit didn't get written, people.
In other news: I had sent an inquiry to Teri Choden about a month back, when Nayantara suggested I should contact her about writing for Y! Magazine. I didn't hear from her. But, apparently this month's Y! Magazine mentions this blog as a half-decent read in the Nepali blogosphere. So, instead of inviting me to write for the magazine, Y! referred readers here!
I thought I'd greet those readers, you know, the ones that are going to change the average daily visits to this site from 6 to maybe 9 for a few days to come. How is this for a bit of reflexive mindfuck?