After a hiatus.

Yes, Its been long that I have put my words on paper. I typed tens of them. Only to send them to an incinerator. My last blog was ages ago. Life has seen many vicissitudes vacillating between intelligent decisions and utterly foolish ones. No regrets for anything. That was someone Else's line. Not mine. I do regret. But shut up at the futility of it. Its just not fructuous.

I quit my job and shed the garb of it all. How did it feel? Enervating. How does it feel now? Monotonous. Not that the goal post has changed its position. It is only looking for a different me to enter it. A changed me. Difficult for the one who loathes change. The goal post is taking on a new color each time I look at it. A chameleon act. And me? I am the same. Adjusting to the ever changing goals.

Well, I hope u find this reading very obscure. Because, this exactly is my intention. I do not have intention of getting my soul naked to the world. The 4th window of the Johari does have many entries in it. I am hitting the keyboard to avoid my mind getting rusted. I do not want to lose my minor belletristic skill, or whatever I possess of it.

A couple of my friends have been compelling me to write a novel. Well, I loved the compliment. What will the name of my novel be? I have thought of it already, "Confessions to my daughter". Did you say why this name? All the mistakes that I have committed in my life Will be thrown open to comment first to my daughter. Maybe this is the reason that I have chosen this title. And I have started it. Only time will end it. The main protagonists in it have no names. Then how Will I address them? Time will tell.

Most of the people I meet on orkut as me the same question over and over again. 'I heard you quit TCS?, why? What you doing not?'. Nothing at all. Am only licking my wounds. :) No, a doing nothing at all. For now. For some more time, I'll do nothing at all. And then? I havent arrived at a decision on this. Some unseen faces are at work here. It is very unsettling to find that some futures are decided by people you've have not yet met. Well, I don't want to fight against the tide here. Let me play along.

Nothing else to pen for now. I only wanted to check if my verve for writing hasn't been buried with my past and if words come as easily to me as they did earlier. They do.