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Finally a new post

I haven't really been wanting to blog lately. Despite the promises I made myself of trying to blog at least once a day.

And it isn't from a lack of ideas to blog about there have been plenty. The lawyers' strike in Tamil Nadu, my favourite professor resigning from college, my new job.

But I've settled very comfortably into what I like to call The Rut.

The Rut is a very nice place. There's no baring of souls. There's no honesty. No rants or rages. No anger or despair. All that's in the Rut is work, work and more work with a sprinkling of friends, laughter and very few books.

And I probably wouldn't have clawed my way out without some of you. Homecooked, Moo, who actually seemed to care about the fact that I hadn't posted in a while and it was nice to know that while the world doesn't exactly stop turning, it does take notice when I duck out for a while.

And one other person, who'll know whom I'm talking about. With whom every second Google Talk conversation was peppered with why the f*** I wasn't updating the blog.

Now, just cause Nadal isn't as pretty as Federer even when he cries, is no reason to get bent out of shape. But some people just don't seem to get it.

But I'm digressing, what I wanted to actually say was I'm back. Hopefully better than ever.

And you can expect a lot more posts in the next few days.

Comments

Mynie said…
Finally! After weeks of badgering you have posted. Feels good to read what you write. You know Lee, I have never really told you but I really like reading what you write. It just flows... what you write and what you think... and the path your words take is simple and beautiful...Makes for a real good time. So, please keep writing. You can kiss me later for the warm, nice message
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Mynie: Maybe I will, Maybe I won't.
homecooked said…
Wow...u r back with a bang....3 new posts! Now dont go away for such long breaks :)

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