“Blogspot.com” was never one of those sites which I would have thought of using in my entire lifespan. However, since last one year I have been a customary visitor. Not that I post a blog every now and then, but have been asked to read blogs posted by one of my friend. I am very choosy about praising people in public, so I would prefer not to take the name. So “This person, whose name, I prefer not to take” is a conventional blogger and he writes well, which suddenly have inspired many people. Apparently the number of bloggers has increased and now when I see around every third person is a blogger.
Well, this doesn’t connote that I am posting a blog because others have started to do so. I have been considering this since last six months but never came across anything that is worth posting and even today I don’t have anything thoughtful to write about. Technically, this isn’t my first blog post; my first post was a poem which came into my mind while I was in my bed, unfortunately and regrettably ‘Alone’L. Bed is the best place to gather your thoughts. “What to do?”- My poemJ, at last I have something I can be proud of :D, was posted nearly 6 months ago on September 9, 2009. I deliberately selected the date of my first post i.e. 09-09-2009 and decided to post another one on 10-10-2010, then suddenly I realized that if I go in this fashion I would end up posting only four blogs in my life span. Not because we have only 12 months in a year but the world is going to end by 2012 :P, well that’s what my uncle and many others believe. He even had plans of cancelling his LIC policy and withdrawing all the moneyJ, a visionary I would say. This gives me a topic to thinking about, What if my visionary uncle is right. Hmm… well I think I should stop thinking now; my thinking ability is becoming fallacious.
Getting back to “My poem” I was explaining how the notion of writing a poem struck 
me. Great ideas come to you when you are in your bed, alone. The true structure of Benezene ring, presented by August Kekule was found by him while he was dreaming. Similarly the idea of writing this poem struck me when I was gathering all my thoughts in my bed. The poem is about the state of my mind, which is very mystified and muddled. I often find myself standing in middle of the road-a point, where I have to select one route out of many available and I always find myself struggling with my own thoughts to decide which route to select. That is when “I wish, I knew, what to do?” This isn’t any extraordinary situation but selecting a specific route always has a great impact in one’s life. There will be couple of routes that leads to your objective, but most likely that would be in a different fashion. Selecting the route to reach your destination in your desired fashion is the actual task. 
Wow! I think that’s enough for today; I can’t expect myself to write more than this, at least for now. Well I can’t believe that I finished writing a blog. Really, I admit writing a blog isn’t that easy, writing an essay has always troubled me in my school times. But writing a blog seems more challenging, now I actually doubt that there would be more than two posts in my blog. Hats off! “Bloggers”.
