I completed 9 YEARS of blogging
yesterday. That is a long time for someone like me who gets bored of things and
hobbies fast. It is also one of the few things that have been a constant in my
life these past few years. One of the few that I stick to out of the handful
that I have. J
I started blogging exactly 9 years
ago, on a balmy Thursday evening at ASB. A year into my MBA course, I was at a
loss. Until then, my only outlet was random diaries, notebooks and such most of
which I had burned the year before I joined for MBA. Yes. I was not thinking. Being
obsessive about keeping my secret scribbles were more important. In hindsight,
it was probably a blessing in disguise. ;) :P Blogging therefore was quite new.
On a rocky internet connection, sitting at our third floor computer lab, I gingerly
opened blogger and tried navigating my way through it. My biggest inspiration
then was this senior from my school called Sandhya. Hers was one of the few
blogs I had come across and I openly admired the effortless way that she wrote.
I hijacked the title of my blog, from a friend who had casually mentioned it in
passing, created a blog, and was on my way. Devious uh! :P
Being a not-so-very-expressive
person myself, I admire people who can express themselves eloquently. I have a
high regard for people who can do things effortlessly. Like public speaking. Having
the ability to say no. Dancing. Writing.
When it comes to expressing myself, I
find that I prefer writing to speaking them out.
I admit! I am sucker for words. I unabashedly
revere people who can create magic with words. I find myself frequently getting
lost in other people’s words, and seeing reflections of myself in them. This is
usually coupled with self-pity at the fact that I will never be as good a
writer as the person’s words that I have just imbibed, and as well awe of the
words that I have just gotten lost in.
When it comes to blogging, I’m
usually a stickler for perfection. The words have to perfect, the sentences
framed just so, and the meaning conveyed just right, no innuendoes other than
the one that I have intended. Out of the 351 posts that I have published over
the last 9 years, only about 1/4th of them are up to that level of
perfection that I so desire. The Mahabharata Chronicles are one of them. Other
ones are under the label Knitted Yarn and Being a Girl. These are my favorite
ones. The ones that I have written long back when I started blogging are more
fluff pieces than anything else is. Now when I read them, I cringe and think
about how much better I could have written them. Most of my turbulent 20's are covered in here. However, I do realize that
they are an essential part of my life that show how much I have evolved and how
much has changed from back then to now. From whom I was to who I am now. :-)
:-)
These days, blogging is like
therapy. Gone are the days when I had to blog just for the sake of it. Nowadays
I blog when I feel like it. When I want to express something. Some Joys, some
Hidden Angst, Snippets of Life, New Beginnings, and of course Milestones like
these.
Tweaking the popular adage,
“My words sound better coming from
my hands than from my mouth. My Expression, My life! ;-)"
Here’s to countless more years of
blogging and expressing my life out! :) :) Cheers!
