Beginning anything is the most difficult part. Many a thought goes into the process of wanting to do something that would help some people, get some people to have an opinion, make some stranger happy, create a difference in some aspect of someone’s life and many more. That is the better side. But the best side is the one that is selfish and wants to make one self happy and content. It has been a long lost wish that keeps harking back and getting back on a continuous basis – the wish to write. The wish to write and share a lot of what I know and am learning on a daily basis. But the instinct that says who the hell would want to read what I write. That feeling that I am a small, minuscule object with a dreary and unknown life in a pond the size of toilet tank with lesser utility to the larger world than that toilet tank keeps throwing its cynical rhythms back at me. I did not gather up any courage today and thought this is it and I shall place the written word today and nothing can stop me. I just thought well, I have some time and I have been drooling in the lousy mood swings that exasperates and defies everyone who dared to have expressed their affections for me. 

So here I am and this place is going to be a slow, disparaging journey on everything under the sun. Coz I am one of those people who love to read, assimilate and express about everything under the sun. I do not know the concept of utilizing it to earn my living or create something great out of it but I guess I never knew that part the only thing I know is to read, feel, express and then continue to do the same thing day in and day out. Useful – Nope – Useless. But well, that is the way it is. And may be it shall continue like this for as long as I shall kick the bucket.

Welcome to some barks on all things I read, heard and felt for….