Dear Friends,
From today, I have decided to write something on this web page, something which titillates me from my day to day activities and I want to share them with this world. It’s a matter of choice if others find it interesting or not, but I do not prevent any one from reading, copying or plagiarizing my ideas and thoughts, since I believe that with the advancement of social media and internet, we cant prevent theft neither my mindless writing with multiple flaws will be of any help to anyone. If some one is benefited, kindly let me know so that I am encouraged further. I can only wish and pray that the so called ‘human intent’ should not be maligned.
When i started ‘penning’ my thoughts, I started pondering over the word-‘penning’. Am I actually penning my thoughts since I am not writing anything with a pen. I am simply typing some words here and there using my beloved laptop. It is infact very interesting that on one hand I am elated to share my feelings so easily with others with a simply click of a button and on the other hand I just simply cant smell the ink and the paper.
I remember there was a time when I used to wait for months for the new year to arrive, so that I could collect fresh diaries and notebooks as gifts and scribble on them mindlessly. I always loved my collection since it varied from foamed hard covered cute buddies to sturdy and handsome mates with glossy paper. However today I never experience the same joy when someone gifts me a diary on a new year, since they are hardly used. Rather I feel good when someone gifts me an ipad to ponder of the beauty of human creation or a kindle to exaggerate my reading habits on a mobile platform.
Somehow I fear this transformation and I feel like questioning this change in me. We all know that in the process of going green we have discouraged using papers for writing, but the charm and joy of writing is beyond imagination.
I know its noble to be noble, but somehow i never feel like gifting my unused diary of this year to a needy who cant write. Its my mean mentality spiced with my fondness for such small elements of life.
I find millions of people in this world for whom a single page of that fresh diary will be golden sheets of wisdom but that doesnt ditter my conscience. However I believe there are many in this world for whom such small elements of life are invaluable. Its my earnest request to them, kindly make it valuable for those who need it- this will solve the equation of life to a large extent.