Revival

No, this isn't another Twitter, Blogging, Social Media dissecting, Data Projecting post. May be something like that. Or not at all, you can not tell how it goes in my head. I could never understood commerce, business thingies happening. (What a waste of my Gujju genes, I say.) The only part of a corporate, I could get right is the part where you wear perfectly tailored suits, painful high heels going snap snap, with important, crisp business folders in my hand. I always imagined myself in glasses! (sigh) But that's that. I could not understand trading of a single rupee or present data analysis. Physics I got, Maths problem I could solve but I still find it difficult to go and file my IT returns, which reminds me that I haven't done it for last two years now. Aaaaargh! (shifts uncomfortably) But then again, in a group of seven close friends in school, I am the only one who did not go onto become a doctor. Perhaps, I was the only one who did not think that choosing to study literature after complex Maths, Biology and Physics, was a bizarre move.

These occassional compliments on Twitter that I have been ignoring for a while now, made me randomly log onto my blog spot after many a months. More than 900 hits (yay!!!), on a blog that I stopped updating a long time ago, it's a lot. Especially for someone whose writings find it difficult to make it online from That private folder on my laptop. Which, by the way, has crashed a couple of months back, taking it all with her. Her, you ask? Yupe, Mrs. Dalloway is no more and I am still mourning. If people are reading 140 characters of my senseless rants these many times a day, may be they would want to read a little bit more into me. But in any case, when does one ever write for others? One writes because it comes from within. One writes because it makes them feel complete and vented. Writing is nothing but cathartic in nature. So may be I should give a mouth to mouth, or a heart to keyboard type CPR to this blog.

You ever get that strange, sinking feeling on certain early early mornings, because you haven't done something for a really long time, even though you have been meaning to do it. That. Ya, then, just get out of bed at that odd hour and start working on it, however scared you are. And even though it's just something as silly as updating your blog with incoherent, random thoughts.