On November 14, 2017, in a moment of sheer exasperation I did something unbecoming of a man of my age and the station that I occupy in life: I promised my favourite Deity, the Sai Baba of Shirdi that for a full month from then I would not write an email that was not related to my work.
During the few weeks prior to that I had been on an uncontrollable emailing binge, forwarding various articles, my blog posts and so on. I made that promise on the hope that I would not break it for fear of incurring that Lord's wrath. And so I would finally stop emailing.
It was unbecoming on many counts. That I would be victim to such an uncontrollable urge, even if it meant losing my dignity, self-respect and whatever else in the eyes of those I was spamming with my messages. That I would need a crutch such as the promise. And finally that my relationship with my favourite Deity should be based on a fear of retribution! Whereas favourite Deities are like an ever-indulgent parent, more particularly like one's mother.
Unbecoming or not, I have now crossed that month successfully. I kept my promise. I feel a relieved man now. What is more, now well past that month I seem to have lost the urge to email or even write my posts.
Like an alcoholic who gave up drinking and then found that the final proof of his complete de-addiction was that he could not any more savour the taste of liqour even in his mind, I seem to have developed a disinclination towards writing these posts.
Thus I have been putting off writing this post for some days. And I chose to write it now, just to distract myself after a few hours of work, to ward off my sleep before I could get back to my work.
These past few weeks have been extremely busy for me. With my mind off emails and blogging I delivered a very satisfactory edition of the core course. For the first time perhaps, except for one instance, the class never stumped me. I was in complete control of the discourse.
More importantly I have managed to exterminate the bug in my brain that was behind my writing all these recent posts and then emailing all of them.
I feel like I may finally have been emancipated fully. Last week I saw the announcement of Unmaad, which was a social milestone I had been anticipating. I was utterly bored when I saw the email announcement. And very angry with myself that I had drifted all these months and had been looking forward to Unmaad. And pawned off my dignity in the process.
I asked myself if the Pandavas had not done the same, on a larger and more disastrous scale. Did that absolve me of my sins. And then I recalled that Yudhishthira had played that game to fulfill Kshatriya dharma. But the drift that I had allowed to happen in my life was not justifiable in terms of any Dharma!
Anyway, I hope and pray to God that it is a period that is bygone. By the way Unmaad 2018 is not interesting to me even from the point of view the pro nite artist: Farhan Akhtar. Apart from his role in ZNMD, which he had played well, I cannot stand that man. Definitely not his music.
All is well that ends well I suppose, to use a cliche that is more than four centuries old!
Nanni....Namaskaaram....
During the few weeks prior to that I had been on an uncontrollable emailing binge, forwarding various articles, my blog posts and so on. I made that promise on the hope that I would not break it for fear of incurring that Lord's wrath. And so I would finally stop emailing.
It was unbecoming on many counts. That I would be victim to such an uncontrollable urge, even if it meant losing my dignity, self-respect and whatever else in the eyes of those I was spamming with my messages. That I would need a crutch such as the promise. And finally that my relationship with my favourite Deity should be based on a fear of retribution! Whereas favourite Deities are like an ever-indulgent parent, more particularly like one's mother.
Unbecoming or not, I have now crossed that month successfully. I kept my promise. I feel a relieved man now. What is more, now well past that month I seem to have lost the urge to email or even write my posts.
Like an alcoholic who gave up drinking and then found that the final proof of his complete de-addiction was that he could not any more savour the taste of liqour even in his mind, I seem to have developed a disinclination towards writing these posts.
Thus I have been putting off writing this post for some days. And I chose to write it now, just to distract myself after a few hours of work, to ward off my sleep before I could get back to my work.
These past few weeks have been extremely busy for me. With my mind off emails and blogging I delivered a very satisfactory edition of the core course. For the first time perhaps, except for one instance, the class never stumped me. I was in complete control of the discourse.
More importantly I have managed to exterminate the bug in my brain that was behind my writing all these recent posts and then emailing all of them.
I feel like I may finally have been emancipated fully. Last week I saw the announcement of Unmaad, which was a social milestone I had been anticipating. I was utterly bored when I saw the email announcement. And very angry with myself that I had drifted all these months and had been looking forward to Unmaad. And pawned off my dignity in the process.
I asked myself if the Pandavas had not done the same, on a larger and more disastrous scale. Did that absolve me of my sins. And then I recalled that Yudhishthira had played that game to fulfill Kshatriya dharma. But the drift that I had allowed to happen in my life was not justifiable in terms of any Dharma!
Anyway, I hope and pray to God that it is a period that is bygone. By the way Unmaad 2018 is not interesting to me even from the point of view the pro nite artist: Farhan Akhtar. Apart from his role in ZNMD, which he had played well, I cannot stand that man. Definitely not his music.
All is well that ends well I suppose, to use a cliche that is more than four centuries old!
Nanni....Namaskaaram....
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