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i have been procrastinating on this aspect of my life for too long. right from the day blogging came in to existence to this very nano second i am keying in these words. today on the Malayalam auspicious day of Vishu i have done it finally. why the delay, at least some of you might ask. but before you started with that why, i was faced with a bigger why as to why write a blog at all. aren't we all writing, rewriting and forwarding enough and more in to this wide wide wide medium? then one day i realised it, i have to have a blog. to be with the Jones. to be seen as tech savvy. to be see as free minded. to be seen as creative. to be seen as a writer . to be a better individual. to be a lot of things. but then most important of all, to be truthful to Tom Peters and his 100 ways to help you succeed/ make money. yes, it was Peters who got me this close to blogging. so here i am.
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