The art of being original It’s been quite a while since I started trying out this stuff called blogging. Personal diary on the web for others to see - that’s what it was for me. I know I haven’t written all what I wanted to. May be time flew so fast that I couldn’t even sit in front of my PC for an extended period to key in my thoughts so that the world could see. As time continues its flight at break-neck speed, the windows to a brave, bold and honest new world opens up before me in the form of other people’s blogs. I now realise what I do comes nowhere some breath takingly sincere thoughts scribbled down here on blogosphere. My ego doesn’t permit me to say that all blogs here went steps ahead of my solitudescribbles in terms of readability. Honestly, some gave me the consolation that my words too match up known to a readable level. But there indeed are many who do make me look like a illiterate clown. Every time I log on to the World Wide Web, I stop by the doorstep of a handful of b
