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This blog has not seen many posts for sometime now. Friends tell me to post, fellow bloggers ask me to post, I tell myself to post. Then why don’t I post?

Am I out of material? No! it’s partly because of the work load and partly because of plain laziness of typing out anything.

I do not blog to satisfy the writer in me. I don’t even consider myself to be a writer in first place. I do not know why I write and I don not know why I don’t.

That’s me-Confused!!

So I post this post just because I want to post today!!

Ughhh!! Whatever!!

Comments

Pallav said…
Well, I hope you are enjoying the work load ;)

The pictures in previous post were nice, camerafication of your home eh:)

N
abhishek said…
its good u post it!!
Bharti Bedi said…
@NM:yeah workload is ok..
thnx..

@Abhishek: thanx..
Jay said…
wow thats a great motivation...nice island btw...i can visit it without leaving the comfort of my home! :)

care to link blogs? if you want to, mine is http://jaysmoney.blogspot.com

post my link then comment me back and ill post yours!
thanks!
Jay said…
thanks, ive linked you as "the kirrin island" is that good?
Akanksha said…
hee hee..finally a post from u!!!! well...mast of us go through this phase...and its good u wrote a post about it!!! good work! write the next post soon.:-)
Ankit said…
weird post.. funny in a way lolz..
but work comes first!
Unknown said…
Post it is good bcoz u posted it n till the time you keep doin dat it will be good...the pics from the last time are also great you may not consider yourself a writer but you are definately a great photographer...enjoy the workload.

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