Effects of the Union Budget 2018: A long and tiring day

Today was a hectic day. The morning started with looking at the Union Budget 2018 in the office boardroom. If it were not enough, the actual task had just started - preparing quotes, texts and guest columns on behalf of the company’s MD and Business Unit Heads that would then find their place in the various newspapers or news websites. Quotes, unquote, interpretation of the various rebates and deductions, explaining how the incumbent government’s decision concerning the country’s health with its effect on the Indian population in the long run was the order of the day. Applauding certain proposals made in the budget while subtly criticizing some of its amendments or explaining the keystones in the budget were the highlight that consumed most of my time.

It was fulfilling as much as it was tiring - feeling ecstatic after having able to submit all the articles on time and seeing one of the articles being published in a reputed news website within few minutes. Now that I am done with my entire day’s work, I suddenly feel a shot of pain in my back. This feeling is not something new to people like me who spend hours glued to their seats in front of their computers. Sedentary lifestyle has its own way of affecting health adversely. 

The day is over. In a few minutes, I would be packing my bags getting ready to return home to my family. 

Why must I continue to write?

So many days have passed since I had last posted any article on my blog. Not that I have lost interest in sharing my experiences online, but the exigencies of both life and work bound me to activities deemed necessary then. People assumed that I had gone to exile with no further possibility of donning my writer’s mantle in near future. But then there is nothing more painful and tantalizing than the consciousness of faculties remaining unexercised or withering of inherent abilities under the pressure of manual activities or tasks classified as domesticated.

I cannot ignore my will to write. It is the second best thing that I love after reading. No other hobby or activity has given me similar pleasure or an identity as this. My other hobbies, though excite me to an extent of being satisfied, had not been able to pull me out of that sense of non-identity that I continuously suffered from, nor instilled me with that feeling of self-fulfillment that I constantly craved for.

I read and write, and these are what I am good at. I do not think that I would ever be good at anything else. So under the mask of this blog, I attempt to explore the satisfactions of my asserted self that flow from the emotions that I had forced to contain within me and shared with none.