Most of the times, I have so much to write and profess about. There is a young rebellion like enthusiasm in my grey cells to mould my thoughts in the shape of words. They seem to take the sadistic pleasure out of the pangs of repentance that occur to the readers of my blogs.
However, for the last couple of weeks, this strong force of mine has not been performing up to its regular standards. At first their seems to be lack of team work as it has been unable to ward off multiple bees in my bonnets. There seemed to have been a big crater in my stimulus shelter. I am not being able to filter the sift of the useful, feasible thoughts from the chaff of random ramblings. Every time I would start writing on something, the thoughts would go astray to other universe not being able to pin down a singular idea.
I was wondering, if I had gone intellectually bankrupt. Where everybody was blogging about elections, IPL (Both original and fake) etc, I could not find anything under the sun to write on, to share my point of view on. Were my grey cells failing like American investment banks or they had stirred up to the good karma and decided not to abet me in torturing of readers.
However, like it’s difficult to keep the sportsman off the field, it’s difficult to keep me off the word pad. I pulled up last few of the friendly grey cells and approached the keyboard.
Although my fingers are working faster than my brain, I am determined to write, determined to leave the indelible mark of my thoughts (however useless they may be) . In the absence of anything else, I feel like sharing my pains of not having updated my blog for last one month and today being the beginning of another one, I pledge to embarrass the writing board further. I will be unfazed by the barbs, anger of the unlucky ones who may stumble upon my blog.
This post is an attempt to mark the end of the month long famine of posts and also indicate the quality of stuff to come in the future. In case you encounter the link to my post through a chain of forwarded mail, on my various status bars, recommendation (chances of which are slightly less than once in a million) or by any other such accident , I wish you best of luck . I hope that mail carrying mentally paralyzing virus lands in spam (If you belong to the minority who have not yet categorized my mails as spam) or your internet connection fails the moment your