Does anybody even miss my posts?
I guess not. Just as I simply do not have the time or feel weary to write new posts, I am sure erstwhile readers of this blog would also have grown weary of checking for updates. As long as they remember me, good enough.
I can't even recall the last time I wrote a post because I wanted to write a post. Perhaps a year ago? This is not to say that I have nothing to write about any longer. In fact, to the contrary. I have so much to say these days -- on the same subjects I've always written about -- just that I find it too intimidating to transform those thoughts into 1000-word pieces. I find myself devoid of the time and energy. Have I grown old?
But all this while that I was away from the blog, I've been zealously pursuing my interests -- the ones listed on my Blogger profile -- just that I didn't feel compelled to write about them. I either thought "Why should people be interested?" or "What will people say?" But considering that Ganga Mail has remained in business because it always thumbed its nose at these questions, I should be less tight-arsed about expressing my thoughts. Not every piece needs to be perfect -- as long as it is truthful and honest.
So, ladies and gentlemen, this post marks the return of Ganga Mail. The thoughts will flow, as ever, irrespective of what you think of them. The Ganga, after all, has no choice but to flow -- the choice is yours, whether to call it polluted or to bathe in it in order to seek salvation.