Those of you patiently reading my blog every week know that I try since weeks to write a follow-up on the Rifah-e-Aam Club - and yet, I don't seem to find the time to even sort my thoughts. I guess it's called the fieldwork overdose - a disease particularly rampant these days that Muharram began...

So rather than thinking things through til the end, I find myself busy with frantic note-taking on anything that is available - be it napkins in a restaurant, visiting cards of people I just met, a recording on my tape recorder or mobile, or even a text message to my wife if all these options prove impractical because I sit in a noisy Rickshaw, or lost my wallet (as I did last week), or am in midst of a meeting. On good days, I might still find enough energy during late evenings to consolidate these scribblings in the actual field journal, maybe even to save (and subsequently backup) images, recordings and GPS tracks from at least four different gadgets. But I find that these good days are an increasingly rare occurance. And then there was this other guy whom I have to meet, the publication contract which awaits posting since a week, an overdue abstract and of course the everyday pains of running a household in India. And I did not even have Chai with the local boys for three days in a row!

In sum: I would love to write about something more meaningful, yet I am terribly caught up in work these days. Please forgive my brevity today - and to all colleagues on a similar mission: tell me, how do you manage the overdose?