4 years, and I have not written anything here, actually I have not written anything that really matters to me in these 4 years...
That makes me wonder, will this life slip by without me writing anything that matters to me? Is there any other act, form of expression that may matter more to me...?
But, these years, I have never stopped thinking, reading, analyzing, arguing (most of the time, due to lack any company, the arguments have all been born and exterminated inside my cranium), without stopping... add infinitum...
I have to find more time for myself, to gather my thoughts in a cohesive manner, and put pen on paper, rather, this keyboard on the monitor, the virtual medium.
We live in an era when we don't really have time for ourselves, the race of the daily sustenance occupies the major chunk of our time, and whatever crumbs are there for us we let the media overwhelm us during those moments of solace. Ironically the same media exhorts us to rediscover our inner self, that is the in-thing to do. Let me see, how much I can accomplish, without feeding on to the media, the hustle-bustle, the sustained insecurity of our existence.
