The Would-Be Writer

I think I have lost my mojo... Well yes pleas pull your minds out of the gutter. Not the mojo we all are thinking about (including me), but my writing mojo. I have just now received a project that I have to work on. All I can do is stare at the screen.  Me, the person who has always been good with words, hasn't been able to write even a single word. So I am all lost and decided to get my mojo back. What better way than to appeal to the masses that I need to write. There is something called self respect also. But we will disregard that for now.  My mojo is probably lost on account of the countless nights spent staying awake. There is no telling what sort of evil is brewing in my mind, which has rendered me incapable of writing. Something that I have always enjoyed doing. There is no way that I will surrender to my mojo being lost. I demand for it to come back.  I thought my mojo had been stolen by the abyss of sadness that I had encountered in my life. But I realize that i...

We all flirt... Yes you may deny it, you may reason that flirting is only a tool used by the uncommitted, single, sorry souls out there.... But the blatant truth is guys, girls, married, unmarried, straight or gay; everyone flirts....  I have seen girls at my university pass with just a mere smile on their lips... How you might ask is that possible, wo to Bohot buri hain Parhai Mai, Kese paas hogai.... (They were horrible when it came to studies, how did they pass).  We all know all those visits to the office of the Buddha professor (old)  didn't go to waste... We applaud the perseverance of such girls. I mean they should be given their due respect. They put in time and effort in all the little things that make flirting an art. The clothes in the morning, the straightend hair, or a slight bed head look, the perfect pout, the gratifying tone of voice, are all played out to perfection.  It's such girls that make us unconcerned little ingrates look bad. I mean I for one...