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After a 7-month long hiatus

It has been a long time since i wrote something on my blog. Of late i have become the only visitor to my blog to check whether by chance a friend of mine clicked on the URL on my "Orkut" profile and left a comment on one of the posts written a year ago. Not that i had a hundred visitoirs earlier. But i m sure that whoever used to check my blog earlier, would have forgotten about it by now.

I m back. And hopefully will keep on posting regularly.

A lot has happened in the past 7 months. I have at least 3 unfinished drafts to be posted. Dont know whether i will do that or not. The past is the past. I wanted to write something about "friendship", about "my first trek", about several movies i saw ("paheli" being one of them) and about life, in general. The thoughts are half-written and the other half is resting in my mind. All these thoughts have created a clutter in my head. I somehow want to get rid of it. Will do that eventually, since i cant stay around (or in) clutter. That explains the frequent fits of cleaning up :)

That brings to my mind something very interesting. There was a paper entitled "Washing away your sins" published in the September 2006 issue of Science. The paper draws corelation between negative feelings like guilt, shame, regret, disgust and an increased urge for physical cleanliness. Which means that, a person feeling guilty of doing a crime tends to wash himself/herself more often than a normal individual.

So, why am i mentioning this paper here?

I am wondering whether my room-cleaning spree can be explained by the clutter in my head.

Hmmmm..... i will think about it.


Herzlich Willkommen!!!
I was waiting for your new posts. Now continue writing and ,if possible, make it a weekly habbit.
AK said…
welcome back Shazi..... :)

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