I have realised that painkillers, well popping them, quite a lot of them in fact, does nothing towards making me a better writer. So much for that theory and I will have to move back to the earlier shit. Well, the truth of the matter is that I actually have been way laid by a bad nail, and until recently did not quite understand the meaning of pain. Though, my mother, bless her, told me that this is nothing compared to a mislaid wisdom tooth. And I'm going to go meet my dentist the moment I'm off antibiotics.
Anyway, during the past three days of intense pain, none of it because of VK Malhotra's spectacular implosion in the Delhi elections, I've been watching the first season of Dexter and trying to put down, on a MS Word file at least, my back story. You know, strange escapades to Manali and with strange Israeli's. I'm yet to get to the time when I decided that I wanted to be part of the Arabian Sea, but that is not stuff for this blog given that this is not about titillation at all, is it?
But anyway, so what now? What in the aftermath of yesterday's vote? Honestly, I have no fucking clue, but then again I don't pretend to have a clue like some people on TV, even the highly paid ones talking through their asses. Which is why I watched Dexter all through the afternoon, catching seat updates every hour or so. All, I do know and I wrote yesterday is that the BJP should get jolted after this, jolted enough to make sure that they can storm back in 2009. And step one is making sure that a lot of people shut up. Six months to go before the big one, so let the campaigning begin.
And enough of the Combiflam already. I need my espresso back!