Impatient

I used to have a blog before. Two, actually. But they were connected to my official gmail accounts and hence, it won't be easy to keep them anonymous. So, i deleted them both. But writing has always been like therapy for me. So, i've been dying, ever since that. Like, literally. So, inspite of not having the name, i created this blog today. And i'm kind of unnecessarily pushing myself to sort of write stuff. Like, i won't be able to handle having just one blog post. I know how absolutely crazy this sounds. Why am i being so impatient? Now that the blog has been created, i'll obviously post things as and when i do come up with something.
Damn, let's hope i'm able to focus elsewhere. 'Cause i really need to.

The Listmaniac that i am

I'm a huge listmaniac, you know. And the spellchecker here is telling me there is no word like that. In any case, i'd still like to go with it.
So i have this strange and weird obsession of making all sorts of lists. Lists of any and everything possible. And i keep telling myself how absolutely essential it is for me. Like, it totally supports my daily activities and shit. Probably, just a way to justify this unusual way of procrastination. Because, in reality, i'm just wasting time, aint I?
Anyway, so i was planning on posting some of those lists here- old  and new. However lame or not lame they may be.
I'll do that some other time, though, 'cause i tried looking through my old diaries, but couldn't really find much.

Actually written: 26th march 2012


Exactly three years back, on this very day, i gave my last board exam paper. I was a different person then. Who knew i'd come this way.
Anyway, so i just read the first chapter of "the monk who sold his ferrari". Not bad, really. The title had never quite made me want to take it up and read it.
But lately, someone urged me on going through it and said that it would help me. I still didn't intend to give it a glance, but i wasn't able to connect to the internet and
was mindlessly going through my laptop and then the television, by turns. So i thought, why not read something. Which is what made me pick it up.
So far, i can't comment anything on it, but when i move a little further, i'll surely come back here and write a post about it.
For now, make do with stuff about me. Never- ending, ever- entangled stuff about me. Which leads to no direction in particular and is scattered as hell.
So i thought i might come home for a few days. You know, relax. Get a change. Be a bit pampered.