The first step: Blog log
I read about blogging the first time off a women's magazine that my mother brought back from office.It was about the rebellious entries of a blogger who named herself " The compulsive Confessor". Though small in age at that particular point of time, i read with awe, fictitious (and real) escapades that a rebel of a 20 something year old wrote.
Blogging, I learnt later was some sort of an online diary. I got reminded of the attempts I had made at maintaining a diary on the persuation of the first grade teacher, who had decided to instil this habit in kids who had just learn basic english to make up some sentences. I'd written about a few fights in class and the food that i'd eaten in the afternoon and the dialogues that were exchanged between us back then.Few years down the line, while fishing for some books in the boarded up boxes in the attic,i came across these diaries. There were only a few entries.A duster throw around game that we had played, a teacher asking me why my attitude in class had degraded( I'd sinned by talking), which had made me extremely sad that day and something else which i dont quite recollect now. But I had discovered the simple fact that writing memoirs was definitely a rewarding experience. Down the line, the value that they stood for, is definitely priceless.
Cut 2:
I'm a little more grown up. There are hints of hair growth above and below my lips.Im a teenager. I have started noticing girls and have started taking care of my appearance. Its that time of a human beings life when you make or break a character they say. The age old habit of settling down with books were on the downward run. They looked better in the library than in my hands. Movies were the IN things of the day. Not reading, ruled out the simple possibilities of writing ,naturally. Reading and writing have a deep inter connection is what i believe. More on that later. That is when i first started getting persuations for writing up a blog. This new kid in school, later a philosophical discussion buddy, asd, was a real cool active blogger. I did think about it. But laziness and the reminiscence of a blog created on an evening some years ago, with MY FIRST entry writtened and abandoned when amma called for coffee some fifteen minutes later, pointed to other things that i could do. The literature inside me was facing slow death.
Some more cuts later: Im now in an engineering college. Rather was. More on that later too. I know. You are already making a procrastinator stereotype in your mind arent you Mr/ms.judgemental? I promise to write . So yeah. Neither the course nor my already shut down brain lets me write or read anything useful other than useless social networking updates from pals on facebook. I sense that there are cobwebs dangling here and there on the right side of the well oiled machine that was my brain. But BAH. There's a new episode of bing bang theory out today isnt there? WHOAA! Lemme see.
Cut to NOW:
I'm in a different place. Books with equations and theorems that dont make sense to me aren't around anymore. But yes. There are books. And newspapers. And electronic books as well. And im typing away. Mr.Asd is back with his do-you-have-an-opinion-that-you-would-like-to-share bandwagon again. This time i think ive bought it. So here goes. The first thought from a timeline, from the inner world which im trying to flashlight out , that i place into the outer world, where it will develop limbs , organs and probably wings too, which help them to soar over the sea of thought factories on blogger and probably find a place somwhere.Cutting it short:
Its a start.
Blogging, I learnt later was some sort of an online diary. I got reminded of the attempts I had made at maintaining a diary on the persuation of the first grade teacher, who had decided to instil this habit in kids who had just learn basic english to make up some sentences. I'd written about a few fights in class and the food that i'd eaten in the afternoon and the dialogues that were exchanged between us back then.Few years down the line, while fishing for some books in the boarded up boxes in the attic,i came across these diaries. There were only a few entries.A duster throw around game that we had played, a teacher asking me why my attitude in class had degraded( I'd sinned by talking), which had made me extremely sad that day and something else which i dont quite recollect now. But I had discovered the simple fact that writing memoirs was definitely a rewarding experience. Down the line, the value that they stood for, is definitely priceless.
Cut 2:
I'm a little more grown up. There are hints of hair growth above and below my lips.Im a teenager. I have started noticing girls and have started taking care of my appearance. Its that time of a human beings life when you make or break a character they say. The age old habit of settling down with books were on the downward run. They looked better in the library than in my hands. Movies were the IN things of the day. Not reading, ruled out the simple possibilities of writing ,naturally. Reading and writing have a deep inter connection is what i believe. More on that later. That is when i first started getting persuations for writing up a blog. This new kid in school, later a philosophical discussion buddy, asd, was a real cool active blogger. I did think about it. But laziness and the reminiscence of a blog created on an evening some years ago, with MY FIRST entry writtened and abandoned when amma called for coffee some fifteen minutes later, pointed to other things that i could do. The literature inside me was facing slow death.
Some more cuts later: Im now in an engineering college. Rather was. More on that later too. I know. You are already making a procrastinator stereotype in your mind arent you Mr/ms.judgemental? I promise to write . So yeah. Neither the course nor my already shut down brain lets me write or read anything useful other than useless social networking updates from pals on facebook. I sense that there are cobwebs dangling here and there on the right side of the well oiled machine that was my brain. But BAH. There's a new episode of bing bang theory out today isnt there? WHOAA! Lemme see.
Cut to NOW:
I'm in a different place. Books with equations and theorems that dont make sense to me aren't around anymore. But yes. There are books. And newspapers. And electronic books as well. And im typing away. Mr.Asd is back with his do-you-have-an-opinion-that-you-would-like-to-share bandwagon again. This time i think ive bought it. So here goes. The first thought from a timeline, from the inner world which im trying to flashlight out , that i place into the outer world, where it will develop limbs , organs and probably wings too, which help them to soar over the sea of thought factories on blogger and probably find a place somwhere.Cutting it short:
Its a start.
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