About Me

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I am just another Indian blog. Why I stress on being "Indian", is because we carry an air of 'Indianization' around ourselves, like those very few brands that makes India a name to the outside world, say the Indian spices for example. We, Indian blogs, are a mighty number if you are rely on our population figure. We have stories, poems, motivators, protests, sports, technology, finance, healthcare, parenting - what not, you name a domain, we have a footprint there. However, I am just an anecdotal blog and there is nothing out of ordinary about me. Still if you are reading this page, then I guess you are interested in finding out that very ordinary story about me. So here it goes.

I was born sometime in 2006, when my creator, virtually clueless about blogging in those days, brought me to life to kill his idle hours in workplace and named me after a book of same name he read in his childhood, by Pyari Charan Sarkar, which was a funny little book of learning English. It only seemed funny that he was out of creativity when it came to choosing a suitable title for his own blog and borrowed one. I guess this is a psychological thing for bloggers, who try to relate to catch phrases, because they think this gives them edge. 

However, considering how old I am, you won't find as many posts in here. A lot has happened to the country and its people and their blogging since I was born and goes without saying that I am no exception to stop that surge of socioeconomic factors at the onset of writing. My creator, this otherwise very common and quintessentially Indian intellectual, having suffered through a lot of self conflict along the walk of life, deleted most of the old posts, put me through a lot restructuring, styling  and created a separate blog for serious writing (which he thinks is creative). So here I am, still not abandoned by my owner, but not as glorious or as popular, as I could have been, had he remain focused on my well being. He keeps me alive because he has to write his trifles somewhere. Though I suffer from lack of nourishment from time to time, when take a backseat from blogging. 

All I can say is - after years of struggle - I finally found my place and came to believe that life is beautiful no matter what. Any type of readers - sensible or hostile, knowledgeable or ignorant, appreciative or abusive, protective or indifferent, are welcome. Oh! A big thanks to you for reading this far and stopped halfway through considering it a crap. My gratitude to you won't pass through as a silent sigh but responded warmly if you leave your comments (or else I'd have little chances to know who have come and read this).

Cheerio......

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