My morning started with emergency samosa cooking duty. Yes, you read that correctly, and yes, this is my life now. To give a context, Gauri’s mama (paternal grandmother) makes the best samosas ever. She sells them in a local butchers and they sell out quicker than hot cakes. Mama made a lot of samosas for Gauri’s work, but Gauri was too busy to cook them so I offered. In between cooking the aforementioned samosas, I was also writing the first half of the blues musical I am working on.
I would set the timer for ten minutes and then write and when the time went off I would stop and check on the samosas. I started writing and the timer went off (from my point of view) immediately. I looked at the cooker to check I hadn’t done it wrong, but ten minutes had actually elapsed. The thing was, that when I was writing, it did not feel like ten minutes. It felt like ten seconds. It occurred to me that when I am writing, I lose all sense of real time.
Interlude – The samosas stubbornly refused to cook properly and it took five checks and four resets of the timer until they were done. I think they actually put their energy into not being cooked; much like Superman in Superman 2 when he takes out Zod and his cronies by forcing the energy outside his clear little capsule so they lost their powers and he didn’t.
This sense of me losing time when writing was further compounded by the fact that I am absolutely convinced that today is Wednesday and not Thursday. I have obviously checked google, asked Siri (I love that guy) and looked at newspapers etc. Despite all the evidence my brain has seen it cannot accept that today is Thursday, and even if it did, it has no recollection of what happened to the missing day that clearly occurred.
Now, this is not normally a problem. Except for when I have to go through conversations with people who do not have my ailment regarding not knowing what day it is and I have to stand there with this stupid blank expression of incomprehension on my face, thinking to myself ‘Wait. What? What the hell happened to Wednesday?’ There is an old clip of a guy eating an ice-cream. In the split second he looks away from the ice-cream, a seagull swoops in and nabs it. His expression when he looks back and has no idea what happened to his ice-cream is getting to be my default expression of confuzzlement lately. I do not know how I feel about this as yet.
Anyways, I have best be off. Tomorrow is Thursday and I have a lot to get done by then.
(Wait. What? Tomorrow is Friday? What the hell happened to Thursday) = confused face.
Take care buddies,