I don't know

Last evening, I had loads of free time for myself, I decided to get back to writing something, couldn't figure out what. My blog space has looked the same for too long a time I guess. So, unable to come up with something interesting to write about, I asked a friend to suggest me a topic. The answer I got was "I don't know". (smiles)
This is not a nice answer you were really waiting to hear. It makes you think that you are unimportant or you are not really cared about.

But looking back again, it is so often that we use these phrase that I think it is rather a reflex action than a truthful answer. It is so easy to get away with saying this one and may be a couple more like-ones, in almost any possible situation. I wonder, what does one really mean when you say such automated set of dialogues.

It is not just in this case. Every time my mom calls up in the afternoon, I almost know the exact sequence of questions she asks or rather what I need to answer to prevent the conversation from prolonging. For example,

Hi Ma.
Yeah just got out of class. Yeps, I am walking back to hostel now. Nothing much, just stupid lectures, nothing interesting.
I will eat yeah, in a while. I have to get back to hostel first.
Yo, roti-sabji. Useless food. Curds there. Don't feel like eating.
Haan, I have lab in the afty, have to prepare for it.
Ok then ma, I reached hostel. I will go eat now.
Taata!

This is a fairly accurate description of a typical conversation unless something totally strange happens with the world like Sivaji being dubbed into French or a sparrow poops on George Bush or Indian scientist claims to have found a stairway to heaven. Of course, this is just my side of the conversation. I have omitted the half a million yeah s, yep s, haan s, I see s and ok s I am made to say to convince my mom that I am still on the line. Meanwhile I learn about a whole lot of new things that happen in and around me like DeveGowda sleeps in the assembly yet again, Bangalore pollution on the rise, Mumbai hit by crime, Innocent school kid shot by schoolmate in US and God only knows how many more.

See, the point of all this is .... "I don't know".
Why can't I make a better conversation? I don't know.
Why I am blogging this? I don't know.

In conclusion all I can safely say is, there are innumerable things that intrigue me. I know very few of them. Even fewer, I even bother about. So its all fair in saying, I don't know. For truly, I don't know.