It all started with an apparently harmless wish of posting a comment of appreciation, a perfectly good humoured gesture of fellowship. Little did I know that I shall be tempted into the intricacies of an intimacy of the adulterous kind. Blogging was never really my thing, or at least that's what I told myself all this while.
So, there I was, perfectly content and happy with my spouse of a decade, the good ol' diary, with its ink-stained pages, a blot here and there, full of meaningless sketches and incoherent poetry- the amateurish stuff. Not a complete stranger to the world of blogging, I often browsed selected blogs, conspicuously appearing on my facebook 'News feed', but creating a blog of my own and updating it regularly seemed quite tedious. Besides, the idea of penning down my feelings on a white little sheet of paper, populating it constantly with words, short and square, editing and re-editing, adding and omitting, and simultaneously sketching towards the edges of the page, was more endearing, than that of typing, under the supervision of the spell-checker with adjustable font sizes. Or I was plain, lazy!
As I stated in the very beginning, I wanted to show my appreciation for this fellow who writes a blog, by posting a comment. It turned out that in order to comment on a person's blog you need to have a profile: a blogging profile, some other kind of profile(a facebook profile won't do) or at least a Google account profile. And this is when and how I was lured into creating a blog profile.
Would I betray my oldest confidante? Well, I would have to try and maintain a cordial harmony between the two so that peace and solidarity prevail in the family.
TRIVIA
So, there I was, perfectly content and happy with my spouse of a decade, the good ol' diary, with its ink-stained pages, a blot here and there, full of meaningless sketches and incoherent poetry- the amateurish stuff. Not a complete stranger to the world of blogging, I often browsed selected blogs, conspicuously appearing on my facebook 'News feed', but creating a blog of my own and updating it regularly seemed quite tedious. Besides, the idea of penning down my feelings on a white little sheet of paper, populating it constantly with words, short and square, editing and re-editing, adding and omitting, and simultaneously sketching towards the edges of the page, was more endearing, than that of typing, under the supervision of the spell-checker with adjustable font sizes. Or I was plain, lazy!
As I stated in the very beginning, I wanted to show my appreciation for this fellow who writes a blog, by posting a comment. It turned out that in order to comment on a person's blog you need to have a profile: a blogging profile, some other kind of profile(a facebook profile won't do) or at least a Google account profile. And this is when and how I was lured into creating a blog profile.
Would I betray my oldest confidante? Well, I would have to try and maintain a cordial harmony between the two so that peace and solidarity prevail in the family.
TRIVIA
- A diary will never make you feel small because of your utter incapacity to remember and use big words.
- It will not contain comments from aliens or superheroes or your English teacher.
- It will not remind you of your literary inactivity with digitised accuracy every time you open it.
Nevertheless,welcome...
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