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Of late I have noticed few things about my blogging habits -

I often pick up my laptop, beginning to type a blog post or anything ... I start and then I decide to discontinue as I don't manage to gather sufficient motivation or inspiration or just even sufficient energy to overcome my laziness to complete that post.

Often I have ideas in mind but by the time I sit in front of my lappy, the idea fizzles out or gets relegated to a low priority corner, and that idea never gets materialized.

When my lappy goes kaput, as it did today and as it did on my birthday eve some 40 days ago and I somehow got it repaired at some local hardware shacks at Sikar and Jhunjhunu, I crib about being denied opportunities to log on to blogosphere.

In general, I somehow or the other let many a thoughts die a silent death within the confines of that volatile thing safely enconsed within the confines of my cranium. Maybe, some motivation is needed ... Somebody, please bring some carrots!!!

Well, this post is just out of desperation. A desperation to meet my target I have set for myself - minimum three blog posts a month and my September records show only 2 posts till now. So this is a kind of last minute post to meet my targets.

Damn! This sales thing is getting into my head!

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  1. Anonymous4:46 AM, October 03, 2008

    frustrated with having thoughts fizzling out of my mind, i took to keeping a small pad and a pen always. this is despite the fact that i never thought of myself as a 'small pad and pen guy'. - and a strange thing happened - i found myself going to the pad extremely often. snippets of thoughts - single lines from songs, a strange expression on someone's face, the random-est of ideas - all of them made their way into the pages of that diary; thoughts which would have otherwise never have received the importance that some of them deserved. i read somewhere that 95% of our thoughts are just repetitions of earlier thoughts - i think our fight is to reduce that number.

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