My Beloved, We meet again.

As is customary in these cases, I shall start with apologies for not having posted for such a long time. But finally the self imposed moratorium on blogging is over. I have just come back after attending the IIM Kozhikode personality assesment process. Yes, there is an IIM - Indian Institute of Management at Kozhikode which happens to be in Kerala, India. The skeptics (and I have encountered a large number of them in the recent past. Kozhikode? Whats that? Don't tell me, we have an IIM at Kozhikode? and other such endless questions accompanied with vigorous blinking of the eyes and a blank expression. grrrr...) may kindly visit www.iimk.ac.in to set the record straight. But anyways lets forget that.

I sincerely hope that this also settles all doubts raised by people from various sections - family, friends, media, national governments, et al that the blog was a mere whim, a fancy which has lost favor like a mistress kept too long. So here we go with some highly charged sentimental crap aimed at placating a sulking blog.

"You are indeed not my life but my mistress - one that promises to hold my heart in perennial custody. You cannot be my life for it is full of the security of the banal and the clichéd , but you shall always be my garden of Eden. In your arms I have found paradise to which I promise to return time and again, stealing myself from the travails of a mundane life. I can never bid you farewell but only Au Revoir for we shall surely meet again"

All eligible female visitors may kindly take note of the desperate and suppressed romantic nature of the author taking expression in the form of a love letter to his blog due to the severe lack of a companion more worthy of these emotions.