The Piecemeal Diaries

It's been a long while since I initially thought of starting a blog, this blogspot account itself has been in existence for over a fortnight now, and after mindlessly wrangling with myself for over a week about the title I have come to the inevitable: started writing the introductory message I've been led to believe is protocol. First things first, I have a presentiment that the success of this venture will be severely hampered by the lack of the writer's technological prowess(the account itself was created by a best-friend, pro bono ofcourse). It's only fair that I acknowledge the invaluable support given by the old lady in this little endeavour of mine. After all, it was her constant admonitions that have forced me to finally quit procrastinating. One of the reasons that impelled me to start writing was the increasing proliferation of blogs by friends and acquaintances: a trend I knew I couldn't resist for long. I have always fancied myself in the mould of and old-fashioned writer (typewriter and scotch in cue, you get the idea don't you?) and I was initially a mix of suspicion and contempt for this upstart form of virtual dissemination. But before long, I realized that this was an idle conceit and that my fledgling literary career was very much in decay. The only thing that could revitalize it was a medium that I had no prior experience(and hence failure) with, and 'blogging' seemed oddly apposite. So, this is my admission of finally bending with the wind, after all there's no loss of dignity in admitting loss well in time and this is my attempt at a graceful transition.
Implicit in this project is also the realization that I need to write more. I hardly ever put pen to paper, and my regular wrestling bouts with the empty word document are invariably futile. In my defence, I have been writing on and off for the past six years of my life (hence the 'piecemeal' in the name); but that stands to change now. The very objective of the blog remains to defy the title, to give myself a vehicle for expression and also something that will shake me up from my scholastic languor, and I promise to annoy the reader with less than sporadic annotations on everything from existential philosophy to the oppressive heat of New Delhi. I've also been told that I don't write bad enough to give up just yet, and the aim remains to give the reader something new to read, notwithstanding the ubiquity of blogs by teenage Indian writers. Most of my earlier articles have been for publications in high school (though I feel like ducking beneath the sofa each time someone brings up the fanciful prose and poetry I dabbled with a couple of years ago.) and my primary areas of interest are restricted to politics, history, philosophy and foreign affairs, and most of my musings will ofcourse be on the same, albeit I intend to apprise the reader with the perspective of an individual who has lived most of his life in a small city and someone who has great sympathies with the vast multitude of Indians suffering daily from the pangs of privation and disaffection. My nationalism also necessitates that I love cricket, and I'm more than an enthusiastic cricket fan, as I intend to evince in some of the subsequent posts.
This is hoping that you will bother to read more from the writer.

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