Someone rightly said that I find the time and inclination to write only when there’s a significant change in my life, or something I think is juicy enough a topic to invest my otherwise precious time on. So, a change it is, that has brought me to the doors of the modern world almighty (read Google), keyboard in hand and thoughts waiting to flow through my fingers.
I don’t know why I have this need to justify anything and everything I do to myself, including this decision to write on something after such a long time, but since it’s there, let me structure this piece into the why and what sections for better readability.
WHY ? ?
There are two, not so mutually exclusive, parts to the why question (and hence the 2 qn. Marks – my feeble attempt at creativity!!!) – why did I not write for so long, and why have I decided to write something now.
Lets take the first why and try answering it. No, you are not gonna find the answer to the most intriguing puzzle in the world here, on the other hand, its just gonna be a small passage into the psychic of yet another selfish homosapien. I say selfish because here I am, writing something about myself and expecting the entire world (or at least a miniscule percentage of it) to spend their precious time reading it.
Now, isn’t that a mammoth task to accomplish, given the fact that everyone in this world likes talking about him/herself, but being the listener when someone is going through the I, Me, and Myself takes some for some and a lot for some, patience. When such is the case with one-on-one conversations, where you are bound by the limitations of body language and escape routes are constricted to that one elusive phone or nature’s call, imagine my plight when I have to actually write about it, where the listener (reader in this case) just has to click to evade my barrage of self-centric expletives. The only solution is to try and make it interesting, but aren’t “interesting” and “ME” two totally disjoint sets?
By now I’m sure it’s bloody clear that I’m not a natural when it comes to articulation (written or verbal), and definitely a novice when it is about myself. So, it takes a lot of effort and a bit of coaxing and/or accolades from the external world to make me type. Accolades here vary from an encouraging scrap to the mention of my writing skills in a conversation, so in effect it actually doesn’t take much to make me write!!!
So, after successfully contradicting myself, let me accept the fact that I was just a tad too lazy to type J.
Coming to the second why, there have been quite a few happenings in the interlude between virginity and the Why & what, which I think will make my task of combining the two aforesaid disjoint sets effectively a bit if not a lot, easier.
This is the most dangerous section, as it has the ability to ward off potential listeners who have already been immensely patient to have come this far…
So, what is it that I’m gonna write about?
A change in job, which brought with it, a change of place and a refreshing influx of people into my life which already did have its own share of quite a few spl individuals. Within the span of a month, I’ve actually had enough encounters with a variety of entities ranging from real estate agents to autoemperors to long lost friends to brand new ones to the art of moneymaking to fill up my next blog… So, see ya arnd again soon (hopefully J)…