You need not read this and you will not like this. Because it’s not a post, it’s a rambling. It’s a rambling about a realization- Just when you feel like you are in control of things in life, it kicks you with an iron rod and reminds you how very wrong you were all this while.
So you are sitting infront of your computer screen, staring at that blinking cursor on your word editor, lost in a thought. You think about something to write, you almost like it and type it and then you delete it. You feel like you have got all the time in the world and you need not write anything foolish. The idea comes up obviously so as to not look like a buffoon in front of the readers who might sift through what you write. But somwhere deep down, you want to give them their time’s worth. You feel that if someone is giving you their 3 minutes reading your post, they should have atleast one takeaway from it. And then strikes calamity.
There is a power cut and the network icon on your computer turns red. But it doesn’t dawn upon you straightaway. So you keep on typing and after a paragraph or so, you feel the impact of what has just transpired. Your fingers stop dead on the keys and your eyes keep staring on the remaining battery. It says fifty percent and that it would last 2 more hours. But you know your computer better than it does. And so you understand that there is no way you are going to get more than an hour and a half out of it and that too if you are lucky. You think about increasing your pace but there is only so much effort you can put into it. But you resume typing, hoping the power would be back soon.
It’s a bad day for you and the hope keeps on faltering just as the battery keeps on powering down- 45%, 41%, 37 %, and down again. You suddenly get an idea to check what others are writing, where they are and where they are going. And it hits you again. You cannot do that, you are no longer on the internet, YOU SIR, are cut-off from the world.
You finish a post and the battery runs down. You are just able to save it and feel a bit relieved. You shut your computer and you wait. You go out in the balcony, looking at birds, looking at the skies, the nature, the sun. At all other times, you love it but not now. They just aren’t the same anymore. They are lacking something, not in the essence maybe but in your mind. You return to your room and your hands reach the switchboard on their own. You try to switch on the light but it already is and it’s a tight slap to your mind again. Habit, it turns out, is a bad thing.
You wait for seven hours and there still is no sign of a ray of hope, a literal ray. But an hour later, you are still typing this post. The power isn’t back but few things in life can really stop you from doing what you want to.