Writing or blogging is not my passion always. Even reading it is also not my passion. But whenever I come across through some interesting things or whenever I am in deep sorrow or extreme happiness, or whenever I am in really really boring situation, the first thing that strike my mind is that I should blog . I don’t know why. May be it will help someone who are in similar boring situation, or in a happiness mood to spread the same kind of joy to everyone, or in a depression expecting some console from anyone, or else came across some nice thing in their way which they essentially wants to share.
Amudhamaai……. Yes. In one of such conditions, I opened my account with josh and started to scribble bla bla bla bla bla…. And ended with a worthy less, some meaningless script also, which was ultimately not posted for god’s sake. I told myself you should need some experience. So, to start my mission blogging in terms of good vocabulary, interesting, expressive and of course impressive, I compelled myself to read books. I should say novels, classic or fiction, which is not my cup of tea actually. And in vain too.
Smile….Clitchkkkk…… Under this, I was about to tell how much I am fascinated by camera, the photography machine. I would say camera is the best invention by man. Thanks to the scientist… It does not show any kind of partiality. Smile, tear, anger, fear, shy, surprise……. Photos bring the same thoughts as it was made, even sometimes same kind of situations fail. Those are the treasured memories. “hey, find me in this”, “so cute”, and lots of comments. It never missed to bring out the essence of its purpose……. With this I stopped….
Monophobia….. India, the second most populated country in the world. 1,170,938,000 – Total number of people in India. But I am suffering from monophobia, fear of being alone. I was brought up and still in an environment where you can see lot of people. Friends, relatives, strangers, acquaintances, roommates, sometimes enemies too. Scene is upside down nowadays. Packed inside a box covered with walls all the sides, completely separated from the outside environment (where you can see all happy faces within few steps), and also kept watched, glued to one place, making some manual conversations to unknown people, without having any chances to make movements even for your eyes. This is my world as of now, which eventually lead to monophobia. Actually fear of getting monophobia…..dot.
Just crazy….. when I am waiting for 21 series or 6D buses, consecutively 27D n 12B s will be coming. But when I am waiting for 27D, 6D and 21 s will pass continuously. Every Friday evenings will be rocking. Every Monday mornings will be horrible. Not only for grownups, but also for small kids and the same rule applies to me. But as per nature, all days to same. She knows very well that I need to leave my place early so that I can reach for my work in time. In spite of knowing this, she will not make food available in time and continuously repeats the same for few days. I will make my mind to scold her for this kind of activity, and think to shift my place, she will be ready with all the needy things and will inquire “how is the food?”, “why are becoming lean nowadays?”, “are you eating properly?”, with care. No other way I need to keep quiet. Life is just crazy because of weird people……over but not finished….
I’ve finished all my writings without actually finishing it. May be lack of free flow of thoughts sometimes, lack of interest sometimes, lack of time sometimes, lack of inspiration sometimes. In the end, all these incomplete writings made me to complete my “mission blogging”. And here is my cup of tea, coffee or juice or whatever you call it as….:)
