For the last 2 hours, I’ve been trying my level best to sleep. I have tried everything: shut down my laptop, drank water, lay in bed, turned over; nothing works! I mean, how hard is it for an empty mind to sleep?

I don’t pride myself in being the greatest minds of the century, I think I’m better off being in the majority. So, one might but wonder, why o’ why am I not sleepy? I haven’t performed any bone-crushing, back-breaking, eyebrow-raising work today, unlike my other, more interesting days. I haven’t had a draining yet wet, intellectual talk with anyone. I haven’t had a steamy session today either, unlike the steam session I had yesterday inhaling Vicks. I haven’t watched an imbecile-targeted hindi movie today either, which would keep me awake all night reveling in my own cinematic genius. Ofcourse, I had a very terrible relationship crisis recently, where I suddenly realized I don’t have an unsignificant other ( I know its hard to believe, but its true … ), but that’s not the reason either.

Then I think, sleeplessness is not that bad after all. I have thought of so many marvelous ideas. I felt like a Freudian ( as Bharath puts it ) when I have the revelation of sleeping in my birthday suit. I don’t feel dirty, just Freudian. My incredible powers of imagination eventually led me not to follow the scandalous path, and decided to wear my favorite formal shirt underneath the leather jacket instead. For many vital moments, I felt like a dog. You know, like the ones who follow their tail all the time. I was constantly trying to wonder whether my mind’s empty or not at one instant. My plane of thought went like : “is my mind empty at this instant, I’m sure its empty right now,…, but how is that possible if I’m thinking that its empty right now, oh shit … I’m not supposed to think this much, oh crap I blew it, back to square one, is my mind empty right now? … “. I felt like a casanova for an instant, when I thought about all the beautiful women I have been with and all, lasted only an instant though.

Then I had this brainwave, like a rainwave but not quite. I decided to get up and write. Ofcourse, after a long and painful search for a pen and paper, I decided I don’t have any avenues for writing and would rather chat with someone. Also, I think I’ve have come across a non-writer’s block and I don’t really know what to do with it. I didn’t really ask for it, and I am skeptical if it goes with the lack of color and texture in my room. So I’m waiting for a birthday to come along so that I can gift it to someone. I had come across a readers block too a while ago, I haven’t really been able to gift it to anyone because it really went well with my proactive block. So, I’m thinking I’d keep it for a while. They really go with my personality well.

Oh yes, I’m almost done with my the new book I’m so much in love with. Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy. I’ve almost got my hands on it …