Me, Myself and Me Again...
I have realized one thing, the moon (if at all there is one i.e.) always is more beautiful on a Saturday night.
I am sitting by the window, sipping on my late evening cup of tea, listening to moonlight sonata by Beethoven. I could have been at Mondegar, sipping on beer instead, but this suits me better nowadays. Solitude and I always used to click well, but of late, it’s been my best friend. And that’s when I am reminded of this blog, which I had created in a moment very similar to this one- both in texture and in color. I feel I have found a solution to my problem. All my thoughts and feelings that are formed inside me everyday and get lost in the complex maze there itself; they could all find a home here! Seriously, blogging is very much like talking to somebody. Somebody, who is a good listener; and somebody, who doesn’t pretend to understand, even if they aren’t. You have an interface here, so it’s much more than just scribbling in your good old diary. Or, may be they have finally brainwashed me enough to appreciate only those stuff that they want to market to me! O who am I kidding, I am just a rat in the mad race!
Anyway, to stick to the point, I have decided to use this blog as my diary blog now, so you would find my regular posts here. My Odyssey stays, but that would now be exclusively poetry and nothing else. And by the way, if you all are expecting some fireworks over here, there aint gonna be any… It would just be me, a regular and piecemeal me. The only reason I am putting it here is because I feel I have slowly been drifting away from everybody. And the last thing I want is to not to be able to express myself…
And here’s a thought, 156 people on my friend’s list on orkut (That too, when I am really circumspect in adding and approving friends); nearly double on my contact list; and I still don’t find anybody who I feel like discussing real stuff with…
Is it me, or has our world gone real impersonal while I was not looking?
I am sitting by the window, sipping on my late evening cup of tea, listening to moonlight sonata by Beethoven. I could have been at Mondegar, sipping on beer instead, but this suits me better nowadays. Solitude and I always used to click well, but of late, it’s been my best friend. And that’s when I am reminded of this blog, which I had created in a moment very similar to this one- both in texture and in color. I feel I have found a solution to my problem. All my thoughts and feelings that are formed inside me everyday and get lost in the complex maze there itself; they could all find a home here! Seriously, blogging is very much like talking to somebody. Somebody, who is a good listener; and somebody, who doesn’t pretend to understand, even if they aren’t. You have an interface here, so it’s much more than just scribbling in your good old diary. Or, may be they have finally brainwashed me enough to appreciate only those stuff that they want to market to me! O who am I kidding, I am just a rat in the mad race!
Anyway, to stick to the point, I have decided to use this blog as my diary blog now, so you would find my regular posts here. My Odyssey stays, but that would now be exclusively poetry and nothing else. And by the way, if you all are expecting some fireworks over here, there aint gonna be any… It would just be me, a regular and piecemeal me. The only reason I am putting it here is because I feel I have slowly been drifting away from everybody. And the last thing I want is to not to be able to express myself…
And here’s a thought, 156 people on my friend’s list on orkut (That too, when I am really circumspect in adding and approving friends); nearly double on my contact list; and I still don’t find anybody who I feel like discussing real stuff with…
Is it me, or has our world gone real impersonal while I was not looking?
posted by soulitary reaper at 10:17 PM
1 Comments:
perhaps the world has always been around.. but maybe you'd need to look somewhere other than the mirror..
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