Musings of an Anonymous Indian

It has been one year since my graduation. Not fully one year, but close to it. Since my graduation, I have been to my village three times, slept on opportunities for the future three times, and gave up on attending free events two times.

Writing has always been a dilemma to me. Ideas come and go, and I always get distracted. Either I want to write something very vague, or I have an idea for writing but because of my perfectionism, I let go of that idea. And then, only regrets stay. My mind says that it is not a good time to post it. After that, I forget about it, and the idea never gets written.

In this time period, I could have re-started something here. I could have posted something about my graduation, or last semester, or my college days. Many things happened, but nothing got written.

It has been one year since I wrote a post on this blog. I am back at my house, which is in a different city from my college. Adult, unemployed life had grasped me, and I was, and am, trying to figure out what to do, and what I want to do in the future. I am also trying to figure out what to write, and what to type for the blog now, when nothing really happens, and I am mostly consumed by shows and movies and books, to not write. But you need not worry about the content of the blog.

Today I went to a Post Office to do an adult thing. I have applied for an Indian passport, and for that I have to get my documents to be checked. When I went there, the official there told me that I needed my certificates of class 10 and 12, a Voter-ID and E-Aadhar as well. I fumbled it. I had read so many times on the official website which all documents were required. I was disappointed in myself, and I came back without any work done. This outing was after a long time, and I was disappointed when I didn’t get to complete my goal- which was to finish off the task of documents being checked.

As the day is coming to an end, rain has come to offer its blessings to winter-parched Earth. I felt that this is before-summer rain, that is called mango showers. It is not. The rain in February is not usual, and can be said that is indication of climate change. All about this, later on.