You may call it a Preface

Earlier this blog was in a personal diary format. Now that I’ve changed it from a philosopher’s   history to a poet’s mystery, I like it even more. Because at the end of the day I know no one is really interested in others' life. The fact is people are interested in your failures. They read your success stories to spot the odd moment out, to spot the failed attempt within the success story.

Yes, you can call me judgmental, that I’m seeing only the negative sides of the world. I won’t disagree either.  For, they tried to hide their own negativity. I’m just a mere spectator trying to use a sieve to separate the hidden from the evident facts.

But when you mix fiction with your facts, people easily identify themselves with the protagonists. They are less aggressive and generally find it amusing to know  about the philosophical thought  underlying in it.  Thus, I would rather like to be the apple pie than the poison ivy. Not that I’m scared of any judgments or criticism, but because I know people are all hiding behind customs and opinions. They hardly have anything of their own. Their judgments are borrowed, biased by the societal rules. 

And I don’t really want to know what they think about me or my life, or about my creativity (which I think I lack to a great extent).

I’ll talk about myself whether you like to hear it or not, I don’t care. And whether they are facts or fiction, that I am leaving up to your imagination. And I am not even hoping you will enjoy my pieces of writing, because I am not writing to a crowd, but to those who want to know what bad writing is, so that they might have an idea what or how not to write.

I am drunk. And I deleted all those posts which I thought were too personal and none of your business.  I guess I couldn't manage an online blog and a diary with real papers. Moreover, now anybody and everybody can view this blog, so I have some privacy issues. To know me, you gotta know me personally, not only through reading my online blog.

Let this be a scribble diary. All my thoughts would be confined in it, but not my life.. Because my life is too personal to be interfered by everyone.

My life might be a film, like Runaway bride, but I won't let anyone watch it unless they are part of the cast and crew.

It's a risk, that you have to take, whether you want to be a part of the film and have the advantage of watching the royal premiere or  just be a part of those readers who read the spicy rumors in daily newspapers.

Whatever you choose to be, at the end you will be a loser. You know why? Because you wasted your time knowing about others life at the cost of your time, and your life.

Now that you're confused and too scared, I hope you won't bother me too much asking me weird questions like  : Am I nuts? I will simply answer you, No, I am not nuts, but I am a bit eccentric and don't take the word literally. Now don't ask me how else you should take the word if not literally. Well, this you have to find it out yourself because I am not your spiritual Guru to help you in every turn you take. You have to find it out yourself. And if you do, you will gain my respect, else you'll get only my love. :)