yaad aate hain woh pal

A rising, rising from the myriad depths of inactivity, prolonged sabbatical from the elitist circle of power. Or in simpler words, i'm posting again after an eon.
My existence, i refuse to call it a life, is pretty one faceted presently, and because of that earlier activities(who am i kidding), pleasures, have disappeared. Best example is this blog itself. True, there's work, but i still do sit online everyday, sometimes for insane amounts of time, and don't find the drive to write anything. Whenever i read an article, or a blog(the good ones), i'm overcome by a desire to write like that, write the perfect blend of funny, thoughtful musings, which the whole world would read and gape at. Instead i find myself sitting and dwelling on the state of life and other equally mundane issues. Call it blogger's block, laziness, creativity centre shut down, or a repulsion to writing sentimental, philosophical, 'i-did-this-today-and-will-do-that-tomorrow' kind of post.
God, or lots of pretty girls, or friends, infuse into my brain, the spirit of the past, the vision, wit, humour, and a host of other things which i'm trying to convinve everyone that i used to possess.
painfully yours,
abuu
joody bhai
bandar
chappal chor
etc.
those are just a few names i've somehow acquired over the past few months