I keep saying Yes to almost, everything. I need start using No’s more. Just for my own good.
So that my time stays with me and won’t get divulged in some random acts of helping people who’re ungrateful. Who, acknowledge your presence just for the sake of getting their things done. Until then, you were the most despised guy around.
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I ditched the post I was writing about the Indira Gandhi assassination and decided that something lesser on the brain cells would be better! Bear with me, while I rant.
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This is about me, as it should be. I’m looking inward, nowadays, in the wake of a certain phone call.
I’ve shifted my sleep cycles for the comfort of watching more movies and reading more books. And, reading more Tehelka. I’ve locked myself away from being the guy who sits at the computer day through night.
More read. Less feed. That seems to be my mantra now. I’m thinning now. From the fat guy I once used to be.
Then.
I don’t know how I wrote more then. I wrote like crazy. It was more natural, than it has come to be. I didn’t have that particular reason for why I wrote really: may because I wanted to be called a writer. I grew up when I started asking myself that, when in these times, when so many people wants to do and are doing just the same thing, why would anyone want to read me.
Now.
I’m more conscious of the writing process. I can write in need and when asked to. It’s not like I need the muse. But, it feels a special occasion every time I sit down to write something for a special promise that I made to myself and to someone special.