Another Incomplete..

Well as always, I have been thinking f writing something for quite sometime now. And as it happens ever so often I just dont seem to be able to do it. But writing I wanted really today and writing I finally am (though going by my track record, don't know for how long and don't know whether this is ever going to see the light of the day) [and a thought just crossed my mind right now that why is it that i feel like writing so much.. hmm I think following are some of the reasons {and i am going to write them as points because thats also something that I have been wanting to do ever since I read Amartya Sen's Argumentative Indian (writing or talking in clearly demarcated points that is)}

1. I love reading what others write. It is just so much fun to read some of the things that some of my friends write.. It has its own charm and is so different from whatever is written by the PROs. And then I can't write so well which makes me feel so incapacitated sometimes
2. Despite feeling that I cant write (as mentioned) there is something within me which does not want to accept that and which sometimes sincerely believes that may be its not so bad
3. Even though I share what I write with many people, the praise from some of the closest friends who are forced to read it is sufficient to keep the narcissist in me happy
4. It is genuinely nice to revisit some of my thoughts at a later day. Writing has this magic of storing memories in such an honest manner. (not being able to put some thoughts to words here)]

Phew!! I realise that just like in real life I have strayed so far and used so many words without even touching the main reason for this piece. God help me on this front please!!

So yes, I really wanted to write today. For the last few days I have been missing SCM again. In fact I forced myself to miss it again.