Mischief Managed

Wodehousian Chronicles to Being Unfettered.

Ah, what ho! ‘Tis the season for scribbling at Blogchatter, what with their quaint little challenge of one page a day. Quite the scheme, if you ask me, leaving one’s literary endeavors entirely to one’s own devices. Last year, I fancied myself quite the daring chap, allowing the muse of the moment to dictate my prose. But it was akin to juggling jellyfish, I tell you, deciding what ought to grace the page and what should be cast aside.

This year, however, I’ve added a couple of notches to my literary belt. Firstly, I’ve taken up the gauntlet thrown by the esteemed Jane Sky, delving into the vast expanse of mental health with the theme of ‘unfettered’. A rather intriguing choice, don’t you think? And secondly, I’ve decided to don the mantle of Wodehouse himself, spinning yarns in my own little corner of the world, Mango Meadows. It’s a far cry from Plumsville or the Drones Club, being a good couple of generations and half a continent away, but one must make do with what one has, eh?

Now, let me introduce you to the cast of characters that graces my tales. There’s Siddaramiah Bellad, an old chum from my medical school days, who has since risen to the esteemed position of Pop Glossop’s successor. For those unfamiliar with Plumsville lore, Pop Glossop, or Sir Roderick Glossop as he’s formally known, is a renowned psychiatrist hailing from the bustling streets of London. Siddaramiah, or Sid as he’s affectionately known, has tied the knot with the lovely Sarasvati, now known as Sara. A stickler for details, Sara insists on the ‘V’ in her name, much to the amusement of us all. Together, Sid and Sara run a practice at the Rajah Center for Neurosciences and Mental Health, formerly known simply as the Mental Hospital in less enlightened times.

Then there’s Chitra Doraiswami, affectionately known as Chits, who has traversed the arduous path from medical school undergraduate to postgraduate in medicine, finally settling on a specialization in neurology. Where there’s Chits, there’s bound to be Chats Charulatha Kandaswami, who has strayed from the realm of neurology to pursue a career in ophthalmology. Quite the pair, if you ask me!

However, I must confess, dear reader, that the gang has requested a slight deviation from our usual antics this month. They’ve urged me to stick to the point and refrain from straying too far from the task at hand, a sentiment that I must begrudgingly concede has its merits. Thus, I find myself laboring under the weight of an elephantine planner, a ghastly contraption that arrived in a coffin-like box accompanied by broken candles—oh, the horror! But after much toil and tribulation, I’ve come to the conclusion that planners, journals, and stickers are but distractions in the grand scheme of things. The key, it seems, is to simply pick the least fussy one and carry on with the task at hand.

But enough about distractions, old bean! Let us return to the matter at hand—the challenge itself. They say it takes twenty-one days to form a habit, and by Jove, I do believe they’re right! Writing a post a day has become as routine as my morning cup of tea, although the question of what to write about still remains a formidable obstacle. But fear not, for I shall endeavor to explore the ways in which this challenge contributes to our personal growth and betterment.

In the immortal words of Margaret Thatcher, “Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It’s not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it’s a day you’ve had everything to do and you’ve done it.” So let us march forth with determination, my friends, embracing the challenges that lie ahead and relishing every moment of the journey. Onward and upward, I say!

Write A Page A Day

word count 500

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