The topic is "My Blog"

I spent many sleepless nights to bring My Blog to current shape it is in. Why in all days did I chose to write about My Blog in My Blog today? Today definitely is not an anniversary of My Blog.December is no where around and it is too early to even long for it.However, Everything falls under the "cause" and "consequence" umbrella and so does this.
During the initial days of starting My Blog I tried to make it popular among my friends and acquaintances. Every time I published a piece here I went around and updated a select few who evinced interest on hearing that I started a blog. Few of the initial readers still remain on My Blog and many others do not. Those were the days when I knew nothing other than 9 hours of work at office and 4 or 5 hours of time on My Blog. I tried many templates and browsed the net for some good sunset pictures before settling with the current template and self-shot picture. The interesting fact is, "December Evenings" sits on a Sunday Morning snap. I shot that at 5:30 a.m in the morning having spent a sleepless night( sleepless here means staying awake forcefully and not struggling to catch sleep). Needless, to say I took a lot of pain in My Blog, which I no longer do and derived pride and pleasure from it, which I still do.
As the days passed by I stopped troubling people. I put up updates on orkut and left it for the interested readers. This was till the last days in TCS. Back then I did not have a laptop of my own.Whenever I got hold of my friends laptop first thing I did was to fair and post the content which was either a quick scribble on a piece of paper or was a carefully typed, edited and mailed thought from my office desk.
The day I joined SAG, I got a laptop and my first thought then was "Unlimited blogging". Alas! little did I know about the side effects of a uncontended laptop. Along with laptop comes unlimited Internet and along with Internet come other avocations. Otherwise very useful, these avocations have proven counterproductive to my blogging - the number of posts plummeted, yeah I meant the word because if you were to draw a line graph you would see Mt. Everest and Eiffel tower juxtaposed.
Every evening of the past one month, after returning from work I have been thinking about My Blog and sometimes sign on to post something( They are so many things which could be interesting pieces), but I am either busy - with research( not rocket science), defeated - at work ,enervated - after a long discussion or elated- that I am going to Chennai. Ha! Chennai comes again into My Blog which has been the case in my recent posts. When I travel across Chennai many things come to my mind which are worth posting, but the moment I enter Bangalore they vaporize.Okay! enough is enough-please stay tuned - I swear I will not mention Chennai again in this post.
I come back to the topic of this post that is My Blog. Two weeks ago I met one of my college friends by accident in a shopping mall near to my workplace. After we went about the usual how-are-yous and what-are-you-uptos he made a mention of My Blog. This took to me by surprise and I was ecstatic when he said he read my posts. I felt very happy about that and I thanked him for his readership. I got some readers, in fact voluntary readers. I do not mind even if they are my critics, it is good to have someone listening to you rather than crying all by yourself to a wall. This put additional onus on me to keep wrting and keep writing good. However I tried I could not pen down a single post owing to the work schedule. Even as I type the previous sentence I look at my system clock to check how many hours of undisturbed sleep I could catch before the alarm shatters my dreams at 8:30 a.m tomorrow morning. That was a necessary short break from the monotonous topic of My Blog. Again today one of my school friends and said that he reads My Blog. This was the trigger to write this topic My Blog.
Did you count how many "My Blog" I put in this post? Count them an let me know for the topic is My Blog. Ain't this a different kind of blogging? Opinions and comments are highly solicited. Signing off from my blog. Happy counting if ever you count.

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I write after 3 weeks.

After working 12 hours a day starting 31st of May, I was dog tired at the end of 3 weeks. Eight hours of a day for deliverables , four hours for training and another two or three hours, after coming home, for the tit-bits pushed me to the verge of burn out. Needless to say these 3 weeks were never interspersed by visits to Chennai. I wasted my already curtailed weekends in shopping malls, windowing and never shopping - an unforgivable form of atrophy - taking to the fact that I went to my workplace on weekend mornings to finish off the spill overs from the weekdays.
I could have done a little better by watching a movie or two but they charge a bomb for a movie in Bangalore and after watching "Kites", I have pledged I will not watch a movie again in Bangalore- why to buy headache when it is damn expensive? Only work and no entertainment for 3 weeks. You wouldn't believe me I did not find time or a right topic to blog on, all these days. That is how it was.
To sum it up all, I had an endless list of complaints to make and a million more reasons to visit Chennai.
Finally, I come to the point - I boarded a bus to chennai on 25th Friday at 9:45 in the night. My colleague gave me company enroute, though with a purpose of his own to address. I do not like bus journey and my dislike for buses doubles when I have to travel long distances on them and it turns into loathe if I have to spend a night travelling in them. Whether it be a deluxe bus or a Volvo, the class does not matter, I detest them all. One of the primary reasons I hate bus journey is I cannot catch sleep in bus and its immediate successor is legroom - I never get enough of it and I end up butting and struggling with the seat before me.
After struggling to fall asleep for the entire 6 hours of my journey to Chennai, I wake up to the call of my colleague. He woke me up and asked if the bus had entered Chennai - he supposedly wanted to get down somewhere on the Poonamlee bypass road. It was 5:30 a.m and the first thing I saw that morning, to my right, was a silent streak of orange light across the sky. This orange, at places, spread into the azure blues that sorrounded it. It was such a pleasure to sight this. That very moment I longed to be at the beach, to see the sun rise and breath all I can - the fresh air. But I was a good 60 minutes away from the beach and before I can get a feel of cool sea breeze, I knew all would be over for that morning. So what did I do? I let the thoughts pass and boarded a bus to Velachery. Velachery, as far as I am concerned, the next best place to beach in Chennai and when "all is well" even better than the shore itself...
Each time I go to Chennai I bring back material that would last for four or five posts. So, that is it in this post or it would be strenuously long read.

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