If you please, Sir!

I was against the idea of blogging till about 45 minutes ago. I felt quite absurd about the whole concept of you writing a 'diary' of sorts which is not at all personal. I mean, aren't we supposed to keep our feelings to ourselves?! Why need we share it with people who may not even be interested in it? Trust me, I was never fond of reading blogs. I thought, "How do they even bother me?" Well, I was wrong. Acceded. And this transformation is because of a certain 'modest' being who put my perspective in place quite beautifully in the following way;

'Write to please others. And when you are writing, you can abuse anybody.'

This is why I am starting a new page in life (quite literally!). I write with a sense of scepticism, and a hope that what I express here should not be subject to hypercritical judgement by the virtuosos.

I was also afraid of writing because I was never the 'Mr. Fantabuluous Vocabulary' type. Always being a simpleton, I wondered why was there a word such as 'lackadaisical' when it could have been easily expressed as 'lazy'. I was never fond of big words and always felt claustrophobic in the presence of those who kept ranting them. I was never like them. And till date, I squirm when I read the blogs of these 'higher mortals'.

I don't know why you would like to read something as morbid as this. But I do know for a fact that what I write here will be something very 'me'. It may give you an insight into who I am. To start with, I am the hermetical Platonist. I am not your average dreamer. I don't dream of perfection. I don't dream to conquer.

Then why do I dream?

I dream because it is inherent in human nature to dream. To dream of loss, of victory, of failure, of glory and above all, to dream of dreaming. I dream to make my dreams come true. I dream of a boy standing at a crossroads wanting to go this way, forced to go the other. I dream of a hooded mademoiselle standing at the corner of the boulevard, gradually drifting into the darkness of the night.

I know this is not a good way to start the momentous first blog. But I do believe that I owe an honest disposition to my writing. I shall henceforth write about moments in my life. Good moments, as well as the not-so-good ones. Experiences, I'd like to refer to them as. Some very personal, some quite well known. Do bear with me till then.

I do not intend to bore you any further. In conclusion, it can be said that I am a traveller who embarks on his journey with a hope of never reaching his destination...