Blurt..

I always perceived literature as boring. It annoyed me when friends talked about the big classics they had read as I had read nothing but text-books and motoring magazines until I reached puberty! (I continue to read both even now)
Writing and writers fascinated me. A good writer is something of a magician. He can imagine things and put them in words so brightly that you feel a part of his imagination, his fictional world.
This fact always amused me. I could imagine. But materializing imagination with words - not my deal!
I know I am not a good writer. (Please do not compare with Chetan Bhagat!) In all honesty, I made this blog, not to express something. Everybody who I considered smart had one and it was free! So, I made one.

Some say, writing is a stress-buster. Today, for the first time I am typing all this only to change my mood. Not to make sense. Not to preach anything. I tried everything! Throttled on the highway, drenched my eyes, fisted the wall. Nothing works when the pain is so grave. No friend can help.
Just blurting out things that come to mind first really work.
I could do it in a diary as well. But that would be too filmy, my story is never going to be like Ghajini. Just too hard to get those 8 packs! I could type it on my desktop as well!
Although knowing that someone someday might read this whole thing is what makes you feel better!