Somebody was right when they said I had writer's blog....I mean writer's block. Downright disgusting. And the worst part is, I am proving all my critics right. From the guy who said that reading what I write is about as interesting as staring up a dog's backside, to the pretty girl downstairs who thinks my blog is dying a slow death, all the way down to the jackass I have for a room mate who thinks I have the intelligence of a wooden chair and asks me If I use someone's help to write my blog.

I have my excuses alright. I can defend myself. Yeah you hear me? I was busy. As in BUSY. My employer thinks I'm the next best invention to the doormat. I work till I sleep and then I work some more. You thought sleeping at work was bad? Try working while you sleep and you'll know. Oh yeah, and my room mates, they need me too. According to them, the sole purpose of my existence on this miserable planet is to drive them to and fro to the neighbourhood chai waala. Then my clothes need washing, my dvd's need watching, India plays pakistan and I have to support their loss. I need to scheme to overthrow my team lead. The women in red need to be chased. And inspite of all that, if I find the time to blog, I, my dear friends, deserve a goddamn Bravery award for devotion to duty.

And now that I'm done defending myself, I, from this moment, pledge that I will blog more regularly. I will post more frequently. I will honour thy requests. I will save the lion tailed macaque from extinction. I will single handedly chase all terrorists from Kashmir by singing to them. I will donate VIP frenchies to all homeless kids in Somalia (I love...loove...louve you). And take heed of it friends. Take heed of it now. For tomorrow morning, I may be sober. Tally Ho.

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