Abhi bhi hain teray fitnay salamat ussay kehna. Bhoola nahi teray qado-qamat ussay kehna. ~ Faraz ~

As I’ve been vigorously filling up the pages of my personal journal, chowk’s blog has been fading away from priorities. Spitting out sentences in an embroidered, mirrored, hippy styled diary, seems to be much easier than writing here. Here, there are obligations to be courageous, opinionated and even sensible. Here you must make sense! While I’ve enjoyed the luxury of the personal journal, where my feelings spill over in ink, decorating its pages with honesty and with cuss words; the tedious task of coming across as sensible on a website ~ drug down the attraction to write, to entertain. But here I am!

I have an obligation of warning you that this isn’t some sort of Emerson haven where I’ve turned from solitary to guide the world on some renowned wisdom; instead, you’ve simply stumbled in a lonely girl’s limbo, where her guides happen to be her devilishly idiosyncratic thoughts.

I’ve purposely made this entrance theatrical! The simple fact is that we are all theatrical people; emotionally rehearsed and sappy! We all borrow drama to over-play our thoughts and our lives. We carry this need to thrive on competitions and entrances. I’m afraid that my simplicity, my starkness may not come across as human enough. That, these self explanations are necessary in the process of entrances and writing!!
Argh. Why even a simply written blog must be so full of insecurities?