There is Nothing Called a Goodbye....

....certainly not in the blogworld. A post inspired by Vikas

I dont know Vikas at all. And yet I know him so well. He is among the many other interesting folks that have got appended to my life because of Opu. And it seems that Vikas is going through exactly the same cycle that I went through a couple of years back.

I was a solitary blogger, its writer and its reader. I was happy, very happy. I used to read my posts many a times. I still do that.

Then I met the so called professional bloggers. People whose living was around writing. They had these large social nets. Nets which sometimes were made impregnable. Each commenting on the others' blog and sagging the comments window.

Suddenly I felt my faith shaken. Why am I writing? Who is reading? Isn't it futile?

This post sums it up. And I wish Vikas reads it. That expalins the cycle that I have gone through.

Personally there are so many facets to blogging.

Blogging helps me engage in uninhibited and sometimes impersonal conversations. Small talks which are so refreshing, better than reading newspapers in the morning.

Needless to say, it will remain like an album. And like all album it will mature with age. When I am old it will help me to reflect back. It will help June to know what a jerk her Dad is.

My blog has certainly helped to expand my world. Though at times I am tempted to use it as a platform for my non existent writing skills but those are moments when I am foolhardy. At most times it is a place to reflect, introspect and share.

Of late it has helped me to connect. Connect not network.

So Vikas you may have a point but you certainly have no right to leave this world.