I keep talking of how much I enjoy what I do. My only complaint is the about the time I waste waiting for the programme to start, for ministers to come, for something to happen. While waiting, I do get to talk to the other reporters, the organisers and make some useful acquaintances. But there are also times when that doesn't happen either.
At such times, strange lines, verses and one-liners make their way into my notebook. Here are a chosen few.
That reaches not the eyes. May 19
But the answer evades
As always. May 18
Just does not
Zzzz...... May 24
Bathi hoda baaviyinda Neereleva Prayatna Vyarthavallave?
(A sentence in Kannada roughly meaning isn't it futile to try to draw water from a well that has dried up)
There used to be a time when I wrote poetry. What you see above is the sad remnants of that!! ;-) Now that I spend so much time commuting and at work, maybe I should start again. Hmm...something to think about......