Do you feel desensitised to any kind of news off late? Like nothing throws you off guard or shocks you anymore? Heard it all..sometimes, seen it all…
I remember the feeling inside me when I used to hear a shocking incident. The mind going ‘Whatttt’ ‘Oh noooo’ and literal goosebumps on me if the news is particularly brutal. Since the last decade when social media started telling everyone everything as it happened, the onslaught of continuous news be it good or bad has somewhat made us less perceptive. Earlier we had to wait for the morning or evening news, we assimilate once that bulletin is over and the next day newspapers would carry more details for us to discuss with family and friends. The ‘waiting’ meant we root for the underdog in a sports event till we sleep or pray for the child being stuck in bore well to be saved.
With news in our fingertips at every minute I no longer have to wait. Then again there is a deluge of all kinds of news which do not affect me now. With the current medical crisis in India where every timeline and wall post amplify need for oxygen or ICU bed or injections, the feeling of shock has left my system. I came across a tweet stating the ground reality is far worse than what national media is sharing to the world.
I am thinking of taking a break from daily writing and switching it to weekly. It’s close to end of April and this habit has worked fantastically well since start of this year. However, I spend at least 30 minutes every night before bed writing here, which I want to dedicate to home admin tasks – creating meal plans, sorting photos from hard drives, search for home decor shops, etc.
See you in a week’s time, stay safe!
That’s the word kids say instead of Sorry in school these days. Moo taught me. Classic example of things I want my kid at school to learn vs things my kid actually picks up at school.
I spent 8 hours alone today working from home. Zack was at work, Moo at school and then after school care and baby Boo at childcare. It felt weird to have the house all to myself without any needing or shouting for me. And weirder to have lunch alone. I am usually very comfortable doing things on my own but I guess constant presence of a fellow human has robbed me of that comfort. I finished my lunch watching movie trailers on my laptop and got back to work.
I never try reusing anything I cooked earlier in a different recipe. But that never can’t be used ever again. I remade toasted paneer into paneer cutlets. I want to try making falafel from leftover chana masala now.
The cold is starting to get to my feet. I have to start wearing woollen socks because the house slippers are not keeping me warm enough. I am on my feet early in the morning when it is freezing. In the list of (many) renovations our home needs, first is the necessity of adding a heater to the bathroom.
While looking for something, I chanced upon a set of diaries I had stacked inside a drawer. Moo has a habit of scribbling her name on the first page of every diary/ notepad she sees since she learnt to write and then give it back to me. I don’t know what joy she gets out of it. If she is in a good mood she will use the first two or three pages and forget all about ‘owning a new diary’. I have close to ten such diaries over the past years that I can’t get rid off. I value stationery and every unused page makes me feel privileged.
Set behind those diaries I found the only ever journal entry I had ever made in my entire life. I had received a daily journal for the new year as a secret Santa gift at work in 2016. And I wanted to put it into good use. I did miss a few pages here and there but for most part of it, it has chronicled my daily life as it happened in 2017. At the time of making entries I used to think it’s a mundane task, I remember I used to jot down as soon as I was out of bath, before I made headway into the kitchen at 5:30am. And it’s not even free from, just simple bullets on what happened during the day.
I flicked to April entries and read what happened four years ago. And I was transported into those sights and smells and emotions. Life is strange – it keeps moving ahead yet feels it is standstill in some aspects. Nothing changes yet everything does. I had a smile on my lips while reading the journal when Moo asked what was I doing perched on a stool and reading something ( I was searching something, remember? ). I replied I was putting away some diaries and checking if it’s new or used. She bought it and went away. I am suspecting she was hungry.
And then another thought flashed by me – someday she might read this journal, and if she did, could she possibly imagine what a scene it must have been when the journal entry said ‘Huge tantrum by kid on the way to daycare, both of us in tears, missed my train and got late to work’. Probably her reaction will depend on her age I guess 😆