Shoveling thoughts

The best way to avoid procrastination as a writer is to keep writing, I’ve read somewhere; to anchor and passionately pen down the cogitations rambling in the mind. “Maybe you could write a blog post about it!”, said T, gulping down a big delicious panipuri, with a sparkle in his eyes. ‘You’ll dig out some deep shit from that too and I”ll be all “I don’t know , I was just eating panipuri”’

I just chuckled for the moment and left it. The thought did wade across my mind though, so here I am trying to contrive ‘deep shit’ philosophies on eating panipuri. Is that what I am doing?

In order to compose such philosophies, one must come up with metaphors. To be honest, my head is brimming with metaphors all the time. They squeal and bounce and go gaga. Yes, I am the ’Mother of Metaphors’ (wuddup GOT reference!). But no, right then, there was this big glob of panipuri dancing in my head.

“No, I am not going to write deep shit philosophies on panipuri. I have a life”, I said to myself.

You ask me to write about panipuri. I can write an essay describing the tantalizing flavors, the watery crunch, the appetizing potato smash at the base.. and make people go.. ohh panipuri! But deep shit philosphies?

For jaljeera may drip or jaljeera may hold, but the temptation clings on forever..

* Tennyson frowns from heaven*