Four, too many.

Most of the blogs that I have come across till date have articles which kind of formally inaugrate or introduce the blog to the world. Now, it so happens that I maintain a total of four blogs and offer no reason or consolation to the blogging community for the same.
I have henceforth decided not to refrain from this duty; so here goes.

The first blog I ever saw was Dhananjay's (I thought it had a rather creative title; now I learn it was courtesy Thomas Hardy). Anyways that first sparked off a desire to see for myself how this blogging business worked.

[The concept was till then anything but clear. I had read about it everywhere but you know how it is with new things and specially technologies, until you have experienced it yourself, you just cannot appreciate it. Moreover, I was at a loss understanding why would people want to post their personal feelings, experiences, views etc on such an open medium as the World Wide Web (the first definition that I got of weblogs from somewhere was "personal web diaries").]

So the excitement, experimentation and gross inexperience somehow led me to create one blog after the another. Thankfully I stopped at four for lack of appropriate titles! Probably the idea that was in mind was that one blog is supposedly for a singular interest or something on similar lines, really cannot recall the actual reason.
Anyways, that was that.

Now, it appears to me that this blogging medium is fast becoming something like an open expression-confession platform. Even if I dont end up writing everything I feel like, most of the time the first thought that crosses my mind, whenever things happen differently, is to post it here.

In the beginning you tend to write more consciously, you expect people to post comments and remarks, you keep checking the site meter etc. But later, detachment creeps in and you like the blog for what it is meant to be.

The way it is.

Two weeks of college just seem to have disappeared. When I lean back and try to concertrate on what all happened, what I see mostly is myself hurrying from class to library to computer center to hostel and back again. In between are featured long queues, IEEE, room safai, unpalatable food, IEEE, canteen chit-chat and some more of IEEE. Gone are the peaceful days and, the road ahead is not inviting in the least.

Relativity plays a cruel trick everytime. Days just start and end and at times you have no recollection of how yesterday was different from today. Before we realise the eight-o- clock curfew pushes us into our hostel confines. You decide to try your hand at tt and after sometime it already is midnight. Ah, my god! that form has to be submitted tomorrow, the aricles have to be edited, the execomm interviews are next day.....thinking hence you fall asleep.

Mornings are usually the only good part. You plan to begin afresh, manage time like no one else, complete undertakings like a winner. The enthusiasm even shows. One good lecture actually gets you interested and brings hope. You talk to friends gaily and think that was good time spent. You move ahead, but quite unexpectedly you are made to realise that those words of yours really hurt the other one! The End.

I would call it the college consumption. The institution's great apetite spares none. Some happily go down the throat, as if under the effect of some temporary anasthesia. Others who realise this act for what it is, bear the pain of being crushed, grinded, chewed and swallowed.

May our souls rest in peace !