What to Write When I have Nothing to Write about....

It's said.. First the storm.. Then the lull and then come the aftermath.

I am in a pleasant aftermath. The idea of my hobby had taken my friends and relatives by a storm and forced them to see me in a new light. I still can't understand what hit them the most the fact that I have stories to tell where they could be potential character or that I can manage to write well. After initial uprising of enthusiasm, awe, shocks and wonder they all settled into a lull, accepted my new 'avtar'  and  let me be me. My sceptical friend stopped correcting my grammar and usage while my philosopher friends stopped searching for conceptual meanings in my text.

I needed to write again! How could I? I hate writing and currently I could not think of one subject of liking. Subjects come to me spontaneously and specially when I’m on my bike. I start my bike and go for a ride and its then when I start getting ideas. It's here where all the thoughts consolidate to give me a more created hand. If we ignore the two traffic tickets, irritated drivers and the penalty I have had to pay for breaking traffic rules, I can say my rides have been profitable – creatively.

So today I started my bike, checked for license and helmet.. all in place, even the fuel tank showed promise so I started my bike ready to ride through my ideas my creative balloon got a prick when my wife called out to give me an errand of picking up the ironed clothes from the laundry on my way back." it's absolutely necessary" she warned "I have a function to attend". I responsibly nodded and carried on with my thought process but my mind refuse to give me any respite. I was totally conscious about my surroundings. I tried to go into my dream world but to no avail and still not speck of ideas on the canvas of my mind.

I passed a playground and saw children playing. I enjoy sports. How about writing on them? Presently the whole nation was swaying to the beats of IPL matches, nobody would be interested in reading about them. Moreover Dhoni and Tendulkar already have books and movies to their credit. I am not a great fan of cricket and if at all I did watch a match my eyes would always be riveted to the cheerleaders. The only eye candy of the match that never held any fascination for me. If it was football the scene would have been different. Nothing could keep me away from my side of the sofa, with my eyes on the screen and my favourite and unhealthy snack. When you taste buds are stimulated, health takes a backseat. I pondered for a while. I could write about health, eating habits, diet, exercise and mental wellbeing. My excitement on my new topic did not last long as the mobile beeped reminding the appointment date with my doctor. With the doctors and hospitals making quiet a fortune through my health insurance, I was definitely not a candidate to advocate health.

Then what? How about sticking to my hobby horse ....love, relations, girlfriends ...... I could express myself very well on last. I had quite a few ones to talk about. 'Girlfriends' -an interesting topic indeed. Everyone would surely agree to it.. Everyone except my better half….. so I nipped the  idea at the bud. I smartly don't take such risks. I was already 20 minutes into my thoughts and still no story had taken shape. Story ideas right now for me resembled my stocks at the share market--in depreciation, so can't write about share market too. How about some patronizing speech. The Easter month is still on. I could write on some inspiring life quotes, debate on vices and virtues.  Unfortunately for me, I have jumbled up the 'V's. How?... let's leave it for a later topic.

So with no ideas and so nothing to write I took a U turn towards home. I was standing at the traffic signal when I received a message from a colleague. Coincidentally she too was asking about my next topic. I asked her for her suggestion....  'Life after death' her suggestion remained unacknowledged, the signal had turned green. Now my mind was completely blank. Whatever half-baked ideas had been formulated also vanished. Who thinks of death? Philosophers maybe.... I should consult them. I had no clue on the subject. I have barely understood life during life and life in death, quiet ignorant about it. Life I have heard are the choices we make. MCQs have always been my worst nightmare, so this topic itself was a question of life and death for me...

I could see my house now. I rode into my parking. For a change, I realized, I had ridden safely. Didn't as usual get caught on the wrong side of law.

I smiled...

 'Life is good'

 I saw her standing at the door with a smile. Wow... it's going to be a lovely Sunday ahead. My smile grew bigger....

‘Life is beautiful’

"‘Darling, where's the laundry?”

My smile froze...

Finished.....

Life after death ...........to be continued.

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