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Blogging, for long, has become a luxury which I cannot afford.  The day when I can sit in peace and go through my official mail is rare.  Sitting on a machine and actually typing meaningful sentences seems like a chore.  It’s like a person sentenced to solitary confinement being let out amidst a crowd of overtly social beings.  Or a rehabilitated smoker stepping into a hookah lounge.  Recipe for disaster.

I’m having immense difficulty stringing two words together but this post must come up for the sake of write.

Speaking about official mail, the team that succeeded me on the newsletter in Mysore are increasing their rep as A-list spammers by managing to spam my 200 meg inbox each and every day.  And they manage to roll out killer editions to boot.  Credit.

I feel like a noob writing a first blog.  This is awkward.  Like a conversation with an ex.  And the shorter I cut it, the better.

Return shall be made.  Later.  At a more appropriate time.  I need to get accustomed to civilisation.