Well!
This is the first time I’m writing a blog. Feels different. It is so easy to write what comes to your mind securely in a diary. It gives you a sense of peace.It is a vent to your abstractions. But a blog is different. It is like baring your soul to the whole world. It is as if a stranger’s body is brushing against yours in a public bus and you cant do anything about it.
I am just wondering what is the reason I’ve decided to write a blog. All I know is that I was going through someone else’s and suddenly the thought of creating my own came into my mind. Being a master of the art of self deception I thought even I could write something worthy of being read. But now that my head is out of the clouds and I’ve stopped feeling like Santa Claus,I realize that I don’t even have a topic to write upon!
In fact now I am wondering what do all these bloggers write about? Every theme from history to fantasy to love has been explored thousands of times by writers much more accomplished than me. (Damn them!!) And being the loser that I am, there is no chance that I will ever find a new theme. So what do i write about?
They say that the greatest author of the world is the man upstairs. He is the one who weaves our otherwise plain life with an array of colours.He is an artist par excellence. He mixes his shades so well that its tough to distinguish love from betrayal or sweet from sad. Maybe there is some sweetness in everything sad and some sadness in everything sweet. Who can say..
But one thing which i really like him for is that he has given each of us a wonderful story. Our own story. He has taken care that even losers like me can write something about, no matter how trivial it is. He has provided us with something called as mind which is capable of thinking a thousand useless things all the time. There is a whole new world inside. A weird jungle where fairies and devils make love to each other. Lord i love you for this!
Maybe i will write about my stupid world only. Imaginary as well as real. Lets see.
Now I’ve to go to the birthday bash of a very dear friend. Time for some ass kicking! That is what I love about college and hostels!
Gotta go! Chao!
