It was with at the behest of one of my
colleagues at my hospital that I spent a couple of hours understanding the
nuances of what actually a blog is. The year was 2008. The month was November.
The climatic fervor was youthful. I discovered the diamond. As a child I had
practiced writing my own diary that chronicled daily events in my own biased
version; little did I know that a lot of people are writing their diaries in
the web version for the ordinary person to read, appreciate and be inspired. A
blog is a diary in which you can pen down anything you want. It will be updated
within seconds and it will remain forever in the monarchy of internet. I was
left ensorcelled by the possibilities of creative power attained, if I started
to operate my own blog. That night I got a fragmented sleep, and wool-gathering
was the essence of the coming day. I was partially in a reverie. Oh how badly I
wanted to start sharing my observations with ordinary people, how badly I
wanted to let people know my edition of life and it’s lanes. Every life is a
story worth telling. Every life is a jamboree worth its gall.
The next morning, I signed up on
blogger, the official blog platform of google. Though during those days a lot
of folks were using wordpress, I was a bit cynical to host my blog on
wordpress. I don’t know why. May be it had to do with the installation process
and customization efforts that required a bit of insight knowledge of the
technology, which I was not sure whether I possessed. I was more comfortable
with the blogger interface and the options of templates and layouts it
provided. In a matter of minutes, my blog was all ready to take birth. I was as
happy as a sandboy and my mind had started working on what would be my first
blog post.
