Thursday, January 5, 2012

On Blahness

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I was at a New Year's party on the 31st. Yep, that's right, I'm still partying and all. It's a different thing altogether that the party was on the ground floor of the building I live in and I managed to go only after putting GBM to sleep. You wouldn't believe how excited I was about going for this party though. I was like a chipmunk on a sugar high and I kept admiring myself in the mirror because it felt so wonderful to be out of a nightie. Yay yay. Parrrrddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. M thought I'd gone mental, as usual. But really, it felt great to go somewhere other than the pediatrician's clinic.

GBM developed a cold last week and I spent a lot of time researching the Common Cold and acting like a huge calamity had happened. She was remarkably not bothered by it, but my heart still broke every time she sniffed.

I also spend at least ten minutes a day thinking about mosquitoes these days. I'm armed with an electric bat on most evenings and the quality of my tennis can rival that of the Wimbledon. I'm turning into one of those mega bore mothers who believe the bowel movements of her baby and such like deserve to be reported in national dailies. I'm pretty sure my mum is reading this and feeling highly smug.

I've managed to finish the first draft of the YA novel I was working on. Woohooooo. It's about 11,000 words long and I've never written with such speed and purpose before.

Which brings me to the title of this post. If I think about it, this is the most non-happening I've ever been in life. I haven't been to the theatre or eaten out or even gone for a walk in ages. My fashion sense is completely dependent on how soon the top can be unbuttoned. And not for reasons you might otherwise assume! I don't even get the time to have a long, uninterrupted, profoundly useless conversation with my friends. There are emails I haven't answered and this blog I've been neglecting. In all, my life would undoubtedly qualify to be blah.

And yet, I've never felt so super-charged about being alive. I've never felt so full of purpose. I've never felt so much at peace than now. Though a part of me wants GBM to grow up quickly so I can wine and dine away, there's a big part of me that's grateful to her for showing me how life begins. GBM opened her eyes to the sun last week. She usually keeps them tightly shut when we take her out because it's too bright, but last week, she opened them wide and just watched. It was incredible to see the wonder in them. And there's nothing blah about rediscovering what a wonderful world it is, after all.

Okay, I'm done being Chicken Soupy.




8 comments:

R's Mom said...

Awwww! Hugs darling

Yaya to partying in nighties, looking for tops which are the easiest to open and of course to the 11000 words YA book...if its anything like Mayil, you have a sure shot fan here :)

Oh she opened her eyes to the sun is it..usually kids do take a bit longer..amazing eh?

Anonymous said...

Yaay. Nice to know that you're enjoying the blahness. Keep the updates coming... :)
-V

Srinivas said...

Lovely post. And I reckon it is all right being blah once in a while :) Speaking of blahs, I liked the title of an earlier post on the title better: "The Shah of Blah" if I remember correctly. Perhaps, you should have made this "The Shah of Blah -II" or something.

Happy New Year, and wish you, M and GM a superb 2012 :)

RS said...

Wow! This is a suuperb post again GB. I could so vividly recall how ugly I felt in an button down old nighty while hubby and the others got ready for the 31st night party - to which I was not allowed! So there - have funnnn while you can...

And another book coming up - now *this* one Im sure will also be a suuper hit.

And more awe coming your way while the little one wonders about every little thing we take for granted...

smartassbride said...

The chance to grow all over again! happy new year to you three!

vishesh said...

Awwwwwwwww...

Looking forward to that Novel :D

dipali said...

Enjoy every moment, GB!

Anonymous said...

Feeling supercharged? Well, a person starts to live when he can live outside himself. Obviously the baby has you to such an extent that a thought of any other life would be inconceivable.
True about internal peace too.The more profound joy has more of gravity than of gaiety in it.Someone to tell it to is one of the fundamental needs of human beings. so go ahead and scatter joy abundantly after keeping mosquitoes and cold at bay of course!