I took a short break sometime back, promising that there wouldn’t be any more breaks.
Well, promises are made to be broken. 🙂
Breaking promises isn’t new to me. I’ve broken quite a lot of them. On an average, I’ve broken at least half of all promises I’ve made. And that’s not something I’m proud of – even though I might make it seem this way.
Now, that’s another topic of discussion altogether.
Ah yes, the ‘break’. As you might’ve guessed or inferred, I broke the promise again.
I put an abrupt end to blogging.
But when you stop, or when you leave, there ought to be a return. Every coin has its flip side, every action has its opposite. Likewise, every ‘break’ has its return – and here I am.
I’ve broken another promise, but I’ve returned – for good (hopefully).
If I’d made the statement that I’d blog regularly for good one month back (err… I actually did that, didn’t I?) – I would’ve said it with conviction. I’ve always had this haughty voice in my head, an optimistic haughty voice, which commands my actions. And that voice chanted those words to me – I merely reproduced them. I was so sure of myself. I knew I was unstoppable. I knew ideas would come flowing.
I was arrogant.
Well, ideas didn’t exactly come flowing. Alright, that would be tall – there were ideas. All I had to do was to just sit and type. But I procrastinated the job. I procrastinated it for one month, 15 days and six hours. As for every instance of my procrastination, I had reasons to justify myself. I always had reasons – some true, some fake. In this case, the reasons were genuine. The new job (as some of you may know, I work for a web portal these days – more on that coming later), didn’t give me a lot of time for myself. Not that I was too busy or anything. But I used the excuse to procrastinate, on and on. I either killed post ideas or either shelved them. Blog posts continued to exist(?) as carcasses in my mind’s cold storage.
Now, as I return to my eternal love – my blog, I can’t bring them all back to life. I’m no witch-doctor. All I can do is to try.
‘Try’. It’s a funny word. A ‘corporate trainer’ I interviewed the other day was telling me that ‘trying’ is the most futile thing ever. You either do, or you don’t. You do not try, he said.
Still, all I can do is ‘try’. I can coax my mind to think, I can pump words into my fingers, I can pour thoughts from my mind into the greyish-calm of this WordPress Editor. I’m trying. I shall continue to try – as long as my heart pumps blood to my mind…
It’s official, folks. I chose the red pill, is back in the reckoning. 🙂
The New Job
I didn’t exactly want to beat the drums about the new job – but yeah, on second thoughts…
You all know my predilection for being prolific. Sadly, the new job calls for conciseness.
I joined Yentha.com as a Reporter, on August 4th, 2010. For those who don’t know Yentha – it’s a one stop source for all information on the city of Trivandrum. News, views, articles, business listings, life… you name it, we have it. 🙂 It’s been an eventful couple of months. I shall speak in detail about all that in the next post.
Wait for it. 🙂
Footnote:
I’m here to stay. Not to ‘break’. 🙂
One reply on “A New Lease of Life”
Nice to see you are back in business Hari. Missed the good stuff on your blog. Here’s hoping to see your posts more often now!