One year exactly!

It has been a year since I started blogging. Sambhar to Sydney was incorporated, given a life, made into an entity in this technosphere. From being yet another mortal soul sweeping the face of this earth, I got some recognition. A type of recognition which I never would imagine to attain, especially once after the one which I wanted, I didn't. Atleast I knew ten people, who read my blog and commented. It became an interest very soon. And after that 'very soon' period it became an addiction.

The nectar was too sweet to forgo. Addiction started becaming the essence of existence. I thought about blog topics while working, while jogging, while juggling, while driving, while shaving, while sleeping. I started reading blogs. They became 'the' essentials. I started commenting on blogs. I replied to the comments which was posted in my blog. I started checking my blog once in ten minute to view any comments.

I made blogging friends. I met them; went out for movies with them, had lunch with them, ate "molagai bajji" on Besant Nagar beach with them, went to the Singapore zoo with them. I became a mini blogging maniac.

I started reading novels to develop authencity. I used to console myself saying it will be useful for academic writting. I wrote several drafts before pressing the publish button. These precautions held no good to avoid the grammatical mistakes I made. Yet I didn't give a bull about them. I kept writing; kept writing for the shiere joy of writing and re-writing.

In general circumstances time always is limited but when I began writing I just wrote as if there is always abundance at store. The store felt as big as a Woolworths warehouse using the Just-in -Time delivery mechanisms. I always had stuff to write, crap to post, urge to press publish button due to the inventory availability.

Then suddenly I travelled 25000 miles away. Atmosphere changed. Found myself under a non-ozone layer. I found myself closer to the South pole. I started pursuing a dream. A dream of learning the art of management. I started chasing time. The more I chased, the more it ran away from me. I didnt give up, trying my best to catch it. When I felt I caught it, I feel I have a long way to go before catching it!

But certainly this time around, I say with urge, "WORDS" mean the world to me!!!


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