requiem for a blog post

I sit here in front of the monitor,the speakers currently blazing Chopsuey, the late evening unusually warm by the city's standards, the window beside me, as always, crudely covered with newspaper to avoid the peering eyes of the ever evasive mysterious neighbour, the kitchen which we have fully furnished with our PC and our washing machine emanating an increasingly irritating stench - of detergent combined with dirty water on the floor that had overflowed from the sink and also the remnants of what was once some tasty curry somebody ordered to eat but forgot to throw away after.
For the better part of the last ninety minutes I have been tapping away at the keyboard for what would be my blog post celebrating the completion of one year after college, the first of my corporate life, and my life in Bangalore.
I am about to post it, and do a last re-read of the draft, when I suddenly notice its flaws. I realize that its literary content is too contrived, the articulation too laboured and artificial, its philosophical allegories too convoluted, and its political connotations way too aggressive to do justification to the topic and to the subtly intelligent title I had given it.

Hence I decide not to post it. Delete it. Make waste all the time that I had typed, and whatever my head had churned out. Erase it. Force the data into oblivion,the hundreds of bytes that had been stored in some server in Lenoir or Mountain View.
I look for something new to fill this blog with, both now, and in the future. There is no need to look far ahead. In a few days , for the first time in my life, I will be walking on soil that is part of a different country. In my opinion, there is nothing more stimulating to the intellect than visiting a new place. Travelling. Seeing new things and new people is very exciting. Making new intelligent observations, and trying to correlate with already made intelligent observations makes your mind work. Turning on your brain and making you think, it is like reading a score of good books or watching a dozen David Lynch movies. Also you get opportunities to evaluate whether you are as adaptive and flexible as you claim to be.