My Story

It all started last year, it was holiday homework – I had to read a book and review on it, in the form of a blog. I loved it, obviously, I was much of a bookworm then and hey, you didn’t have to use a pen, it was a dream come true. You got to read a good book, for which I was craving (I was out of options), you had to write, which, by the way, I love to do just as much as reading, about something I knew I would love (I really can’t hate any book). Besides, I was due to make a blog of my own, you see, everyone of this digitalized generation has the ‘I want to blog’ stage (mostly just once) in their adolescent lives, well here I am on my second such stage. If you go through all the blogs there are, you would probably find many of them are blogs of people who got excited one day and made a blog, with the aim in their head that they will maintain it so nicely, they might even get millions of followers and become famous, overconfident of their writing capabilities. They probably would have posted the same day and then forgotten all about it. Well, I didn’t get a chance to do exactly that.

I was supposed to read a book and take the whole vacations doing that, write about it each week on a blog, and give my teacher the blog address(the link was http://www.thekiterunnerwithsaahil.wordpress.com ) If you (whoever it is that is reading this (it is probably me trying to get views)) would know me, you would know that once I would start reading a good book, It would take me no more than a week to read it, and so I read halfway through it and then remembered to write about it as it goes. I had written the introduction to my blog (that is what this is to this blog) and given it a good theme already (I was excited) so I started typing it all off, what I thought about it, what I liked, disliked. I remember, I had made this pattern(which by the way I was very proud of), I used in every one of my posts(there were only six, I think) -I would start by giving my one word thoughts about the four components of that book, and writing each post became so much fun. The day I finished my book and was writing my last blog post, I was happy, obviously (yay! homework finished) but I was sad too. You see, I had an incentive, a topic to write about, and someone was pushing me to do it, so I did and I loved it, but I knew I couldn’t start a blog of my own; one where I would write about things I would want to write about -I wasn’t so responsible, I was the laziest person I knew! So I didn’t write a blog, even though I wanted too; I knew it wasn’t a joke! Ten months passed, my vacations started again, I thought I was ready for it this time, so I put reminders, alarms too, with the label ‘blogging’; I snoozed them all, and I was procrastinating. School started, I tried to forget about it, but it hit me each day ‘what about blogging?!’ So, well, I caved in and from the past fifteen days, whenever I would get free time, I would see tips on how to really blog, on the net. I didn’t find much, so I started to make a list of blog names, I was procrastinating again. This weekend, I had so much free time, I just did it. I chose a name (it was very difficult and I think I’m going to be very protective of it) and I made a blog, but I didn’t write anything, I just made it, and the title of this blog was ‘site title’ for four days. Today is the fifth day.

The truth is I don’t think this is just another ‘I want to blog’ stage, or at least I hope not. I really do want to blog, especially now that I have been given another incentive, a thing that has pushed me into the trench when I took so much time to reach the edge of the cliff. The truth is, I am afraid I am going to get lonely and depressed, I know it sounds funny coming out of a 14-year-old’s mind, but it is true. One thing you have to know about me is that I’m my sisters’ boy; I have two sisters, both very much elder to me, which makes them like my mothers. My closer sister left Delhi to study when I was in class 5 and I became a very boring, lonely and study oriented person. Yes, I got good grades then and became a more loved person, but that was because I didn’t say much, I didn’t ever have fun until 2 years later when I befriended my other sister, and we grew close, but now she has to go study abroad. For three months, I have to live alone with just my parents, until my older sister to whom I was so close to returns home. I do not know what I will do in those 3 months, but I need to pour out my feelings and my views somewhere, and this is going to be my drain. I love many things, I am a passionate person, but one thing I have to do in life is to pour out about my passions, my life, and it is important that someone is on the other end; I don’t know why, but it just is, I need to express myself in a way that it leaves a mark on the world, I need to do something in life that makes a difference, after all, I do define myself as a ‘dreamer‘. I don’t care if this blog gets famous, or if people even like my posts or if my writing style is good at all, this is my journal, my almanac, my Tabloid of Thoughtfulness.