The two zero's

So I finally hit that blog number with two zeros that says I have way too much time on hand. This is my hundredth blog. Like always, I am split on what it means. Heres the thoughts going on in my head in no particular order

1. Ok its just a number.
2. But who would have thought that I of all people in this world would actually have said the things I have in the past year.. Oh MY God!! I must be insane.
3. Surely there must be a pill for Blog Diarrhea.
4. Do I stop writing now?
5. Hmm.. who knows I might not have anything to say now that the number has shocked me.
6. It did feel good to write. Especially since this isn't an examination and theres no grading.
7. Its an awesome feeling to care about these people I never met, and made friends too. Yes, I am growing old.

Now, a short history about how I came about to Blogging.

I used to hate writing at school. English composition used to be 25% of the total marks for the subject. I hated it with a passion. I didn't have anything to write about, and I lacked imagination or so I thought, especially when the teacher said "write an autobiography of a Coin".  uh? Coins talk?

At college, I had the same hassles with English except that I loved the Shakespear's Dramas, we had- As you like it, Romeo and Juliet. I never thought I could fall in love with a fictional character until we had Hamlet one year and boy! did I have a crush on Hamlet. I wondered about how he felt and what it would feel like to walk in his shoes. I think I would have loved to be Ophelia, as long as she didnt go insane. I also fell hard for Roark from Ayn Rand's Fountainhead. Ah! to be like him, knowing what he wants and knowing how to get it. Looking back, I think, I must have been sick in my head to want to walk in Hamlet's shoes or loving Roark of all characters I could choose. After all I had a perfectly normal life, as normal as normal can be that is.

It was in college that I first started to journal, initially it used to be a rambling of what I did during the day and what needs to be done. Heres a sample "Need to redo the cantilever experiment, the error margin was too large. So attend the lab on Saturday. Better do it alone, pray my partner cant make it. Math homework is due on Friday. Have a Hindi test next week Wednesday. Need to figure out a logical reason to ask for more pocket money so I can bunk class and go to the theatre. Of course, I will have to lie.. Practice before the mirror for at least 1 week before asking for cash. God, please forgive me for lying. Hmmm maybe I should forget about it. Need to find out how much that paint brush costs. I wonder if I will have enough money to buy it by next month. Oh, its already 11 pm.. need to sleep. Goodnight." That was the beginning of my writing skill(giggling) .

The other thing I used to do was write short verses and tuck them in a file. This used to be about my Physics teacher "Evaga barkolli(now write), everyday/ does she ever go out of her way?/ the same lullaby everyday/makes me want to fade away/Oh if only I had my way/I would surely wish her away." These notes never saw the light of the day, cause I was too shy to say or show to anyone that I wrote verses.

After I married, writing opinions about events took my boredom away. It kept me busy in my head. The first time I put my opinion out in public was on a web forum about education in India, that was when I realized, that if I felt strongly about something I could write well about it. I also used to chat on Yahoo in the Religion rooms, that is when I was introduced to the Yahoo 360. I have come a long way. I am here.

Thanks to all you lovely folks, who drop in here to read my blogs. You are the invisible muse who constantly amaze me with your beautiful blogs. I feel honoured to read the thoughts you share. I learn more about humanity and the way we are as I read the words that come from your hearts. You are also the people who boost my ego horns, with your inspiring comments, encouragement and appreciation. Thank you for letting me know your thoughts about what I write. Now off to do some chopping of those ego horns of mine before they put a hole in the ceiling. Please do sign my guest book.(Thank you Shailji, for showing me this newest thingy). Its my way of saying- Its an honour to share your world. I hope I touched your life the way you do mine.

I remain humbly

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Mithuna.