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One Hundred and Beyond....





Honestly, I've no idea how I got here....but guess it is true. My 100th post already. Still hanging in cyberspace and no remote idea how. Or for that matter why.

It just seems like yesterday that "blogging" seemed like a natural extension of my "blabbering", decided to give a break to the poor jaws and let my hand do some venting for a change. Got a sudden urge to spare the rest of humanity surrounding me from my incessant and specific views of anything and everything.

Misery loves company, so i told myself - why limit the torture?

No, seriously, all this writing has been nothing short of a revelation and brought out a different dimension that i never knew existed in me before. I've thoroughly enjoyed this process and the complete freedom of speech that it reinstated.

It's sort of a liberation of untold magnitude.

So, to those of you who have a burning desire to blog and to others who want to but are dilly-dallying, i have this to say - just go for it!

The only capital you'll need is your random thoughts, a place somewhere on the World Wide Web and time to write. Cast away any inhibitions, let go of any hesitations. Language doesn't matter. No offence, but audience should be last thing on your mind. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and this is all yours. Period.

Before i get off the podium, i'm dedicating this post to my father, who taught me how to read and also learn to appreciate books of all genres from humour to fiction to philosophy and many different authors from Twain to Wodehouse to Emerson. Most importantly, he always encouraged me to speak my mind, be honest to myself and never accept things as they seem or hesitate to question any authority. Showed me that the art of life is to be completely self-reliant and be a "rough-weather" pilot during personal crises. And, how sometimes humour can be the only medicine to keep you from going insane.

Didn't realise until lately how all these powerful those words can be, especially for a shy, timid girl growing up in a traditional, orthodox society of the 80's India.

So, this one's exclusively for you, Appa.
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