Even though for quite some time I had been procrastinating to start blogging,I finally managed to keep my facebook page on hold to pen down my first blog.I am clueless,yet excited to vent out my opinions on the issues effecting me, and well also the society at large.So,pardon me for my amateur blogging.
My mind currently,is clogged with what my friend told me is ‘writer’s block’,so this serves as a platform to ignite the light in order for me to start penning again.Even though I have plentiful issues that I wish to make a note of,the closet writer/poetess is still too apprehensive to voice them out out loud [READ:Online].Also,albeit,I seem to appear to belong to Gen-i,who is supposed to be in vogue with the current trends of the online social world,Word Press appears to be,even though not as much as complicated as rocket science,but complicated still.
It is believed that every writer has her Muse,mine’s my best friend,Natasha Ghosh.It has been almost three years that I have known her.And not one day has passed that I have not something new to learn.An adroit writer herself,she is an insanely lethargic person who is unwilling to complete her novels.These past two years have been too tough on me,but her wit and humour always seem to be the best medicine,the doctor would never prescibe.I would also,like to make a brief note of gratitude towards Ms.Nishi Misra,she hasn’t only been my Principal at school,she has been an educator,a guiding light,and most of the times-the source of inspiration who has shaken me from lethargy to pursue the power of writing.Also,Mrs.Prateeksha Bhatia Chopra,I have not kept in touch with her for an enormous span of time,but she knows I love her.Also,a friend I held too tight,like the sand held in a tight fist.
I hope the shy heart of mine does not forbear the trivial,essential,funny et al stories from my ounce of eternity.
Till my next entry,
This is Neha,saying ciao.