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Off the blocks I go (again!!) with loads and loads of excitement. The feeling is typical of what a kid goes through when it first flirts with walking....All to eager and never wanting to stop. This is how I feel whenever I start (restart) a new activity. After all am blogging again after two and half years of hibernation. I had conveniently taken shelter under the reason of being too busy with 12 hour work days and too much to worry about in the work place. Very justified isn't it....After all I was this MBA grad in a World Changing job post Campus placements. bah....Of course I was kidding myself and others. I was just plain lazy and worse still was not able to accept that I had slipped back into the hold of a disease that I have suffered from since the time I was a kid.

In the scheme of happenings in India this is widely known as the "Manifesto" syndrome. Things are kicked off with great fanfare (pre-elections), loads of enthusiasm, tall promises, lofty ideals (and perhaps even good intentions at times) etc. But all that doesn't last long. I have umpteen instances in my life that fit into this kind of a plot.

Veena classes when I was in class 3 - Ya I really was enrolled in Veena classes - dropped out after 10 odd classes with nothing to show but for a sore index finger and an even more sore left thigh (the thing was really heavy).

Hindi classes - Wouldn't blame myself for this. This one was a typical "Tam Brahm family" disease. Enrol your kid(s) in the classes taken by one of the zillion private tutors, with the aim being to clear 8 Hindi exams conducted by the "Dakshin Bharath Hindi Prachar Sabha" (spelling this could actually qualify to be an exam in itself..) culminating with an M.A. in Hindi degree. So the poor kid starts going to classes and writes exams such as "Prathmik", "Madyama", "Rashtrabasha" and the likes once in 6 months. I tried to play my part in this play and cleared 4 exams, but then gathered the guts to tell my mom that she was wasting her money and making me watse my time.

Tabla classes while in class 6- This was entirely my fault. I bothered my dad and mom to no end and tried to convince them that I was the next Zakir Hussain in the making. I attended classes for about 6 months. An investment of around 3000 bucks - way back in 1992 - down the drain, a pretty unhappy dad and mom, a Tabla that rotted in my room for about 5 yrs before being disposed off, were all that were left behind post this exercise.

Tennis classes while in class 7 - Now this was something that i really enjoyed, learnt and even now indulge in once in a while. So wont really talk too much about this.

Blogging - Lasted exactly for 6 months before I stopped citing reasons that I had mentioned earlier in this passage.

But let me not be too critical of myself for they say-
"Every man has something to do which he neglects; every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat."
"Never do today what you can put off till tomorrow. Delay may give clearer light as to what is best to be done"
So as long as there are quotes that are written and can be interpreted to suit the convenience of bad habits I have nothing to worry about. But for now I sign off with the hope that I would keep blogging without slipping back to familiar mental territory For it was something that I enjoyed doing while it lasted.