Back from exile

Its funny ..I discovered something very funny today..Not only a writer faces the challenge of writer's block..but the normal guys like me are bound to face this task at some point in life..you are expected to speak, write about something..anything..but words betray you...make you a grand failure... What ever you try...you cant just come out of that shell..a kind of self imposed exile..exile ion the sense that the thoughts keep on mounting..peep at  you at every nook and corner of the mind..each instance giving rise to innumerable questions which multiply by itself..a kind of fission reaction I suppose.. and I am coming back from one such an exile..self imposed or not ..I dont know actually...but the past two years have been wonderful...I feel like having completed a life cycle within the span of last two years alone...funny...experiences are precious...and I feel the bitter ones more close to heart...you keep going back to them to get a feeling of rejuvenation...to instill the pain once again and then design the ways and means to overcome it...In the process your confidence ,skills, attitude everything gets elevated...and finally you feel elated...having achieved something or anything...i.e . here the intended matter was to conceal our wounds ..just a feeling that its been exposed..actually it had subsided..but our psychology is such that we want a bit of pain to keep us on the move...smile...happiness ..etc are time bound...those are lazy things...but tension crying tears...see how much effort we need ...heart mind..nerves everything joins their hands to create that special feeling of angst..worry...
 I know you have started to feel a bit dizzy...what else do you expect to feel after consuming this amount of sheer NONSENSE ???? you ought to feel giddy..like the one you and me are feeling simultaneously...now get back to work....enuf of this stupidity... :-P