Sometimes one has to lose oneself to find oneself. There has been a lot happening in my life and somewhere along the way I kind of lost the urge to write. I can only chalk it down to laziness more than anything else.

So here Iam sitting before my laptop and making a silent resolution that I will write. There is defenitely a narcissistic bone in my body. Why else would one blog.

The last couple of months have been spent in happy matrimony and I would defenitely count my blessings in that aspect.  I do subscribe to the school of thought that being married to the right person makes such a world of difference.

But here again I digress.  This is about my writing. I had delusions previously that I was facing a writers block. Then I realized that Iam hardly a writer. Blogging to me is more like a place to chalk up your opinions and if people do respond to you it can give rise to some interesting discussions. I've had quite a few of them, so I should know.

Sometimes there is just so much a man can do before he realizes that its not what he wants all along.