Blogging the Diary

I had this habit of writing a diary. When I was a kid, on every new year, my father used to bring me a new diary.With a smell of the out-from-the-press pages I set to write. Scribblings, random thoughts that comes across the mind. The most important things were often not written. I tended to be too busy with it to write about it. Some of them however, were written down, later. The best part of having a personal diary to yourself is when you get back to it, maybe ten years later. Memories, sweet and sad ; suddenly evoked from a dormant corner of the mind. A Blog is like a personal diary.Or Is it? Diaries were written for the self, not for the world. Blogs are for the world to see. Much more egotistic.Isn't it?

Debut

I'm always late. When I was in school, the school bus waited as I ran towards it(On most cases it didn't wait.) My students often wait for me in class these days. I finally bought a digital camera when it was no longer a fashion statement to have one. The gadget had quietly become a part of the self; the megapixels had enmeshed themselves with our neurons and tendons. One day if you tear apart our bodies, you'll find microchips, USB ports and WAN systems in a cross section of the skin. That was a digression, you see. I am late in filling up application forms, I usually complete papers on the day I am supposed to deliver the presentation and here I am, blogging away for the first time in my life when all others are probably bored with it.

But somebody said, 'better late than never'! So let it be then.
Here we Go!