I have been on a journey since 27months. The day I put my thoughts on screen, I thought I’d be looking at something big. It really is too early to see where I stand. I realized I just found my roots and it will take long to make them grow. I have tried to be one of the weirdest guys on the blog, I have made posts that seemed crazy but, to be honest, I hoped the reader would read and reread my posts, noting all the italics, letters in bold, accents, quotes, spaces and the one-liners and anything that looked irregular. If I need to grow as a writer or simply a blogger, I need to be honest with what I write. I have never flicked anything from anywhere. If I did, I happened to give the source and the reason for doing so.
“If there is honesty in my passion, then the passion grows.
If there is truth and sense in what I love, then I’ll get close. “
- rajeev. to myself.
Close to what I wish to see, what I wish to have. Along the journey, I have read articles and other blogs that influenced me; there have been quotes and stories that inspired me. I [deterministically] feel all the sayings are in place, that come out of experience, experience that comes out of love or hatred, pain or gain, and they need not apply to us. That pushed me to write something that would stamp my name, my own self. And I also realized for the own self to get going, one needs favoritism or criticism. Either ism drives me a mile ahead. And for that, I have had a few people reading my blog [though sometimes I had to push a few of them to read.]
It’s time I acknowledge a few, for one reason: This is my 50th post… yes; I have stopped fifty times along this journey. Or have I moved fifty times?
My brother, my sister and my bhabi[they have been amazing], Akshaya [no wonder], varun [for obvious reasons], karthik abhiram [who balances work and passion], shreyasee [who manages to read even the weirdest posts], sushma [who believes my posts deserve special mention and that I have to continue writing stuff that needs ‘thinking’], Ashwin [who manages to praise my blogs no matter what the content is], Vijay [who spares time and puts in all the pain to read my posts], Ravithej [who reads and reads] and last (but not the least), deepthi [who managed to support me since the start until I hit a writer’s block].
As I treat this post as my first pit stop, I hope to take off with posts that matter; Tearjerkers or funny tales or just life.
At the blogpost that reads ‘50’, I ask myself: fitting fifty?
Some of my picks from the last fifty posts:
6. A tale of tales (by far my best)
8. My Doll (my first poem, a special post)
10. Rash's luck