Here I am, again on a Sunday night, loads of emails to go, no work done over the last two days, time wasted brilliantly with absolutely inconsequential trivialities. Why do something now, that can be done just-in-time later, seems to be the question.

Maybe the answer lies in the fact that I never procrastinate things that I hold dear, that I am passionate about, or that make me play the part of creator, and not that of problem solver or vicarious participant. This thing is I have no clue how to make money out of these things. Yet.

I have to write about the Chennai trip, the great Indian marriage, responsibility and simple pleasures in life (read rasam rice and dahi vadas). I have to catch up on tons of work, and keep up the oft broken promise of writing often.

But at least, I am reading a lot nowadays. Bless RSS and RSS integration with browsers. And bless India and easily available books. And I shall conclude this post later, when I think of a logical end to this situation.

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