Friday, 5 April 2013

Why Blogging

This is my first blog. I am sitting in office and writing it. I have no work to do.

I am not obsessed with reading and writing . Neither i felt like doing so. It all started when one of my friend asked me to write a story on her blog. She works in the same office with me. And she with her 2 other friends maintain a common blog, where they post stories. Her 2 other friends are good friends of mine as well , but probably they know that I don't read and write much , so they didn't ask me to write any story for this common blog of their.

Though I don't read and write , but I always appreciated them for the same. And when she invited me to write a story, I was bit excited as well. I promised her to give her a story in 2 days. Since i hadn't read much, so I asked them to show me some sample blog. And they showed me a very short simple story in which one of them had simply narrate an event that happened in with him.

So I went back home, I opened my laptop to write the story. I had decided one thing while coming back to office that I would share some experience of my life . So as decided I started writing down all possible topics. I kept on writing different possible topics for half an hour. And after I had written them all, I read them. And I felt little waves in my mind . I read them again , and I was more disturbed. All the topics had one common cord. They all were reflecting some part of my personality. And together they described my complete personality. I didn't know till that day that I was like that. Even though I had an idea, may be I didn't get time to think on it, or may be I never accepted it I was that way. I couldn't sleep complete night.

The waves got amplified next day. I was sitting in a extempore session and playing game on my cell phone. The Temple Run. And suddenly the coordinator of the extempore asked me to come on stage and narrate some imaginary story. I was always reluctant to participate in this extempore stuff. But now I was invited. Anyhow I started narrating some imaginary story . As I was about to complete, I was again surprised. The story that I narrated , the theme, the words all were describing my thought process, my interests and my behavior. I felt little restless.

What an amazing mirror of life it is ? Half an hour of writing and I could get a better insight of life . And so here I start blogging , to know myself better .