It’s 11:16 PM and I am yawning. I should be actually going to bed though I was there until a few minutes ago reading “An Autobiography” of Jawaharlal Nehru. I finished reading first 36 pages of the six hundred (plus something) page book that I found very interesting and insightful. I wonder why I didn’t go through this book earlier.
As I finished this current chapter (War-time Politics In India) and started yawning, the nocturnal blogger inside me urged me to get the sirak off, start the PC and type some lines. What lines exactly, I wasn’t told. So a few lines from the book that are particularly contextual to my day today (which was utterly wasteful and boring). Okay, just remembered the work that I did today (visiting the Nepal Investment Bank), so I must change that ‘utterly wasteful’ to ‘partially productive’. When I am saying ‘utterly wasteful’ perhaps I am hinting at my recent days or weeks that haven’t been quite productive. Productive in what specific terms, that I don’t know.
“I was glad to be back home and to pick up old threads. But gradually the life I led, in common with most others of my kind, began to lose all of its freshness and I felt that I was being engulfed in a dull routine of a pointless and futile existence. I suppose my mongrel, or at least mixed, education was responsible for this feeling of dissatisfaction with my surroundings. The habits and the ideas that had grown in me during my seven years in England did not fit in with things as I found them.”
-Page 28, An Autobiography by Jawaharlal Nehru
The traffic jam created by the Singhadurbar ghearao by a Janjati NGO (leadership dominated by the UML supporters) was a pain in the ass for thousands of commuters in the city today. I was one of those who wasted their time sitting in commuting vehicles (or walking on the midday heat).- 11:50 PM