Why I Started Blogging...

This post is dedicated to all those people who are wondering what happened to all my tall claims of never starting a blog.

A blog to me was this mechanism through which a large population of highly uncreative people could act "cool" and bore the s*** out of the rest of the world. Of course there were some who were entertaining, but on the whole it seemed to me like those ugly, smiley-faced, plastic rings that teenage girls started wearing soon after 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai' was released.

But all that changed over the past two days when I realized something terrible had started happening to me. I was asked to write three separate documents at different points in time: a personal history statement, a technical description of a device driver I have written and a script for a play. On all three occasions, I could not get myself to write beyond four sentences, and I realized that my creativity (as well as any little skill in writing I might have had until now) had reached its all time low.

And then my boyfriend told me something about writing being the only art that must be learnt by wrote. I briefly contemplated on going back to keeping a diary, but I figured that would turn into one of my starting-to-exercise-regularly attempts, not lasting longer than a week. So I thought, while I'm getting my daily (or at least weekly) writing practise, I might as well enlighten you poor, lost souls who seem to have very little to do at the moment, with some gyaan that I have gained through the very enriching experiences I have had in my life.

Well, at least if I start blogging, I might have *some* amount of incentive to write a little better each day. Here goes nothing!