Laidback Entry to Blogger's Park

Hey ya beautiful people out there…since its my early days in Blogger’s Park, I must affirm to all of you that I am pretty damn positive that I will find the time, inclination and aspiration to write many many more blogs to entertain, inspire and inform you, as time goes by, on a billion zillion, trillion topics that tickle, trigger and transcend my imagination…
And since our paths (yours and mine) have crossed as you read this blog, let me take this opportunity to tell ya wonderful folks how I happened to land in 'Bloggers Park'.

Writing's a 'passion' with me, rather passion means 'writing for me' – you got it - writing for myself, as in, to satiate the creative giant lurking inside of me, to vent my thoughts and ideas through random copy that comes spontaneously and naturally to me is what keeps me alive, keeps the fire inside me burning, coz if I write to cater to the sensibilities of X, Y and Zee instead of my own, I enslave myself to X, Y and Zee.

Why should I be a naukar when I have such an inherently individualistic streak, which leans onto a keen curiosity to explore for myself uncharted uncovered terrain that beckons to be revealed!

And yet the imminent question…if the fire of writing has been burning so bright inside my belly, then why such a late entry to blogging? Did inspiration not knock on my 'no claim to fame yet' undiscovered writer's door?

Quite the contrary…it knocked and knocked hard and persisted time and again but was never welcomed and embraced with glee. Tell ya guys I'd been too lazy to respond to the inspiration that beckoned to do me a favour oh-so-many times!

Any pangs of regret. Surprisingly none! You see, its not my ishtyle to cling on to regrets coz I truly believe that life's in the now - you can always make your place under the sun.

Hey guys know what really happened – temperament got the better of passion…you heard right…my temperament got the better of me – considering that procrastination is an art that I am a featherweight champion of, hitting the sack in all the spare time possible is a done thing with me.

And laziness comes most naturally to me – in a 'is my birthright and I always manage to have it' inherent way that I've never managed a way around it till now…when the continual, consistent, conspicuous goading of friends and family to write my own blogs became oh-so-persistently annoying that I just snapped outta my slumber at way beyond the 11th hour and just couplla seconds before the finishing line to make an attempt at the much talked about blogging…a not-so-desperate but only my ishtyle of doing things…and so we happen to meet at this blessed hour!