Since yesterday evening, I’d been having this terrible buzz in my right ear which would slowly climb up to a crescendo and then shift to the left one. And then after a crescendo there, back to my right one! I didn’t know why it was happening or what exactly it was all about. Aarrrgh…it was really irritating! I kept ignoring it as much as I could. I tried to write, I couldn’t. I tried blogging, but I couldn’t. I tried to read, I tried to sleep, I tried to watch TV, I tried to clean my cupboard (!!), I tried getting drenched in the rain…nothing would work. It just would not take the hint and leave me alone! Then I decided to concentrate ( seemingly, there was no other option left) and voila! I realised that the buzz was not just an ordinary buzz (Thank God…I was not on my way to be deaf!). It was telling me something…something about me. I was about to attain self-realisation! My ear was talking to me. I could make out words. Repeatedly. Over and over.
I listened intently…but the words were too hazy…blurred…almost like it was being spoken from under water!
I thought I heard it say ‘Johannesburg’! Wow…really? No no…it said ‘John has birds.’ John who; so what? Then again ‘Own some birds.’ (Buzzer, I don’t like birds. they’re weird creatures! They look at you through one eye!! The other one, way on the other side, looks at someone else!) There…‘Join some bus’. Join? Did it mean get into? Or was it ‘John’s son’s bad’? So what should I do? Now what the hell does ‘Jan sung bazz’ mean? Do I have a Chinese ear?? Oh wait! I think it’s trying to say ‘Johnson’s buds’! π
Well, ok! So I hadn’t cleaned my ear for a while π π I went bud-hunting and found a pack deep down the gorges of the multi-level (now so, because of my clothes, books, junk and more clothes) spare cot in my room. I fished out a few buds and poked my buzzing ears with those.
The buzzing stopped! It was then that I realised that my ear did not say ‘Johnson’s buds’. That was probably something my brain made me hear, for particular hygiene-related reasons! π
The words were very clear now. And the ungrateful ear (again, it was my brain’s handiwork) spat at me, “Dodo, you have a writer’s block!” π