You Looked.

I remember my first blog, it was way back in the early months of 2006. I can only faintly recall why I even started it. But blogs were new (or so I thought! Blogging began way back in 1994 – can you believe that!?) and fancied by people. Reading and writing blogs was in, you know. I mean that still is, but well, back then, it was the thing. I didn’t even know what blogs were or what they really stood for. I just had a few articles I thought I might as well put up for my friends to read (on the pretext of blogging). My articles were already published you know, but I never got a mail from any of my fans about how my article was out of this world, about how it was the best thing they had ever read, or about how I had touched the very inner core of their hearts. And thus to satiate the desire every blogger out there is out there for, I stepped into the blogging world.

I thought at least a few friends would comment (read appreciate) on my articles not worrying about the postal expenses like my many fans did (I am good at coming up with reasons as to why my fans who certainly exist, have never ever corresponded with me my entire life). So apart from satisfying a blogger’s hurt/unattended pride, I’m still not sure I really know what the deal with blogs is. So yes, you post your thoughts and stuff – and people read them. But seriously? Reading random blogs, random authors? Are you up for that? Hmm. I really don’t know. First of all, if I get the chance to read, I’d anytime prefer a published author over a blogger. Sure a blogger “publishes” his blogs too (lol, haha, hehe, jeje – suit your style), but I hope you know what I’m talking about. I’d rather read something that a publishing company finds worthy of investing their easy-earned money in, than read a random blogger ramble about random stuff. Moreover, I’m the kind of guy who’d rather give someone a piece of my mind than read his. Unless you have got yourself hold of a Plato or Socrates, reading someone’s philosophy on something is mostly excruciating. Since you’re reading this, I assume you know what I’m talking about. Come to think of it – reading is like having a conversation with someone who can’t hear you. Do you really want to be in such a conversation with someone? Obviously you do, that’s why you have read this far. But I don’t think it’s the best use of your time. Unless, if Osama started a blog. No matter what puppy he writes, millions would want to read that, even I, I guess. Not sure how much I would understand his posts though. You know, blogs really don’t have subtitles.

So what are blogs really good for? I don’t know. But I do know that when I get bored I do all kinds of crazy stuff apart from facebooking, checking my emails and trying to get addicted to twitter (seriously, something’s wrong with me). I also try messing around with my phone, hoping to run into some awesome application for it (no, I don’t have an iPhone). And at other times I try “tweaking” Vista to make it that little bit cooler (and faster). This stuff doesn’t really fill up the time long enough to get me rejuvenated. Neither does it make me famous, rich or intellectually brighter. Nor am I a published author.

I might as well blog a little.

So read on friends. I know you have read your Plato’s and Aristotle’s and thus you’re here. You might just read a little bit of Tarun. Do not forget to comment, I’m a blogger. Ever realized how closely a blogger and beggar spell? Bloggers are beggars for comments. I am too.

And by the way, on the only serious note so far, I was hoping to post blogs about the interesting stuff I run across on the web every now and then. No publishing company publishes that kind of stuff because it gets outdated in a matter of a few days, and come to think of it, that’s the one thing amongst the scarce few things that blogs are really good for. Nothing else. Of course, that one line of interesting information would be hidden somewhere in a huge article, one that only I would find interesting to read (and reread). Catch you later guys. Keep reading :)

Disclaimer: The author is a misogynist. He intentionally put ‘his’ in his article and he did not mean to imply ‘his/her’ anywhere. That will be the trend throughout this blog. If anyone wants to sue me, I was just kidding.

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