Sunday, July 03, 2005

The weekend is over. It was hectic. I didn't even get time enough to close the door of my room and sit back. Relax. Saw a lot of movies, though.

Have been wasting a lot of time at trying to start accounting. I tried out lots of software. Nothing worked out. I need something simple.

Walking on the wet grass is fun. Am avoiding adjectives today - was working on a script for a documentary, was full of adjectives and verbal bouquets.

With the unavailability of time, poetry bangs against the wall and waits. I don't feel bad. I think of how the monsoon is another act of exremism. From draught to flood in two weeks!

Was talking to someone yesterday about some of my public art ideas for Ahmedabad. I was sipping tea. I forgot to pay the bill. It was raining outside. I wanted to buy a notebook for keeping my accounts. No stationary shop was open.

When there is no time to think, what does thought get translated into.

I took off 20 post-its from my wall. They were making me think too much of to-dos and I was doing nothing. Now I realize, my wall is ligght brown in colour. With a hint of yellow thrown in.

M. called my painting an expensive hobby. I didn't argue. I didn't defend. I didn't define.

What does it matter? I don't eat pizza at pizza hut. I paint.