Four-letter words!

I remember a long time ago, perhaps last year, I'd written a post consisting of all four-letter words. I suddenly remembered it now, as I sat down to update my blog. Like my friend pruvaloo has expressed in his blog, I too don't want my blog to suddenly fade away into infinite nothingness and so I've decided to keep this blog well oiled and revving. However (and I never thought I'd say this), my creative juices may not be at an all time high or even at the half mark. I don't feel the words flowing out of my head into my fingers as I furiously type away at my key board. No siree, they don't. There's a certain hesitancy, there's a certain fumbling, like young lovers tugging at clothes in the first flush of lust. But write I will however haltingly and not so infrequently.

Anyway, so 15th August came and went. My country's 60th year of Independence. A time very like New Year or New Year's eve when I generally contemplate about how it's been, how it was and where we as a nation are going. Like I heard or read somewhere, it's time we are the solution instead of harping and cribbing and dissing about problems.

So I sat around in a circle with 200 odd strangers, fellow countrymen, city dwellers, neighbours, clutching at different sized drums and percussion instruments and we beat the hell out of drums. Yes, I celebrated Independence Day differently this time instead of lazing around doing nothing, feeling nothing except a sense of relief at the national holiday and relief from work. Hah! But this time around I beat drums. Just followed the facilitator in the circle and felt the rhythm pulsating through my bones. Locked eyes with other older, younger people and just felt One. Felt good. I was part of the Drum Jam organized by a local group calling themselves Drum Jam. I'd heard of this being done in Australia and Singapore, etc., but to experience it first hand right here in my neighbourhood, maaaaan! it sure felt good. So I didn't find instant solution to the 591083346 million problems plaguing my nation, but I started out by feeling good about myself first. (I've been feeling miserable lately and there's nothing that I seem to do or say or not to or not say seems to be making a difference to the situation).

Have had a hair cut today. I think am looking pretty neat. (Next step to feeling better about the way I look and feel.)

So there we go with the four-letter words. Drum! Hair! Neat! Look! Good!

Should I even bother about the other four letter word in my life that never seems to stay? I would love to use a four-letter expletive right here right now to express what I currenly feel, but this here is a family blog I say.

Oh by the way, for all those who sometimes pass by this post and take cognisance of recommendations of R, go watch Chakk De!

Very nice!

(Howzzat to end with 2 four-letter words eh?! Neat na?)