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An open reply to the one who asks me the question, why you write all these?

        I only write when something come around me and affect my emotions that

I can’t do anything until I’ve articulated them. Am I allowed to write about anyone/anything? No one has written about me so I don’t know what that feeling is - the feeling of seeing your character being picked apart and observed by someone else. But there have been times when I’ve written things about them and it has affected small parts of how we interact. I remember writing an email to my frnds (who are followers of this blog anyway) which I thought was really from the heart. I received a beautiful reply but is it OK if I share those feelings with the entire internet? No, I am not projecting views of society towards me I jst drop lines for my feelings….

        I’d like to believe that the people who really care about me will continue to treat me the same way regardless because they know that the need to express myself is something I can’t fight. It’s a trade-off: do you release something into the public domain that could benefit many, at the risk of isolating a few? Maybe this inertia is what holds most people back from expressing themselves artistically.

        I am here because some part of me wants to compete with them. I didn't come alone though. I'm here with friends and acquaintances.

New friends for Diwali

This semester gone by faster than any semester ever before and I am done with my semester examinations well. As Diwali is a head I planned to go home and I reached bus stop I was shocked by seeing the crowd there

There was a huge crowd to get down from the bus and within a minute I was inside the bus with so much of trouble and the bus was once again filled in completely. I have been travellingon same road about 3 years and this is the first time I am looking into these buses getting crowded and I thought the festival season has bought so many people come out of their house and the government transportations are making a lot of money. The bus is unbelievably crowded where I was not even able to turn my head to face the conductor for getting the tickets. But somehow I managed myself not to fall and held the bars above my head firmly. I could sense my nostrils inhaling and exhaling hot air which was filled with a mixture of smell with flowers, sweets, sweat and many such.. Finally I reached home I 'm exhausted.

I slept for 10 hours to get relief form last day, Mom awaked me and said get ready, and coffee is waiting for you and also get chicken from market. I grabbed bike keys and headed to market. Unlike the other days I could find the streets crowded with people who are in a hurry to complete their last minute purchases for the Diwali festival which falls after two days. Women were out for shopping to void their Men wallet. I can see new josh all in their faces. Some are buying fruits some are busy with selecting dress for Diwali. I was being a silent spectator over many such incidents on my way and finally after 10 minutes I reached the home with chicken.

Here, since I'm back, I connected to internet opened mail box;I notice there are many things I'm yet to figure out. If taken a look, I knew I was goanna find tremendous things yet to be sorted out and there are many things in a pending zone of my mind. I started checking mails some are job advertisements and some are spams and a few count of personal mails, I got a dozen mails from unknowns saying that ‘I like your blog’, ’How did u changed your background’, ‘I like ur post on Dravid it is simple supper’ and some more like this I replayed to mails. In the next tab I switched to BLOGGER.COM I was shocked by seeing the blog traffic and the number of followers following my blog. Those numbers excited me and I found new friends with a kind of same features like I have through my blog …..It was an exhilarating feeling--like a caterpillar emerging out of a cocoon..

                                     Happy Diwali Frnds